Egg Shells Lyrics

Money boy shit

The fuckin' take off

Security check me out the door

Security check me out the door, still got my gun with

Bonnie and Clyde, I pass my bitch a Glock I got right love with

Get a bitch some dick and stuff, the whole appeal is goin' to run for

I fuck on IG models, my ex-bitch can get a hug from

VVS diamonds on my neck, look like a flood on

Paid 1,500 for a Mary Jean just to get some blood on

Told her I'ma kill your seed if you try to get your son

You know I'm first to shoot, I'll pop you with that feelin' you put your gun on

Look no fingerprints, I walk a nigga down with rubber gloves on

Claiming blood gang, I'ma have to send my cousin

Kill a nigga, get away with the murder, I planted drugs on

APK, I'm in the box with the papers, put the dubs on

Locked inside the booth, bitch, I'm in the zone, I just need drugs on

Hoppin' out the cab, wearin' all black and tell him run for us

Bitch, I'ma op territory, but I got guns for us

Pussy ass niggas don't got love for us

Movin' like the mob, niggas at every corner with a gun on

Seven-six tools inside the K with a drum on

My bitch name good, walk in the store and order guns for us

Bitch-ass rappers, most the night chains, they be cappin' and they rappin

Forty bullets in a Glock 23, bitch, I ain't come out here to scrap

I buy a house on every block and show these niggas how to trap

Niggas givin' mice cheese, can show you how to set traps

I be in here to the birds, chirpin' early mornings, tryna rap

My biggie's itchin', your bitch count my money while she sittin' in my lap

Incognito, throw the skully on, I'm slidin', gettin' back

Got him crashin' off, cause every song I drop, they know it's pop

Pound town, goin' round for round, I'm tryna fuck again

I'm slidin' in a 7 Series, this is not a Benz

Fuck the bitch to fuck the ho, she call her twin, and they both keen

Two fishes rhymin' in the fishbowl, somehow they both lit

Yeah, this Glock home, 40 bullets, but this the old shit

Soak it up like a sponge, get information from the old hit

Put a ticket on your head, since you niggas wanna go team

Amiri Bone Runners on my feet, I'm a bonehead

Niggas snitchin' on some lil' kids, you a grown man

Ain't no sense in puttin' him on a charger, leavin' niggas dead

Bitch, it's not Facebook, bullet with your name, aimin' at your head

Amiri every motherfuckin' day, I'm tryna start a chain

Kill the head honcho, where the fuck your soldiers, he can call him in

Broke nigga, can't make money off of rap, he doin' fraud again

I get tired chasin' papes, so I'm joggin' in

Don't got no money, but you out here trollin', why you talkin' then

Fuck the bitch, she in a wheelchair, she won't walkin

I'm the Don Dottie in my family tree, I'm the boss again

I got an eight, I'ma drop a script with Stephen Hawking

While I'm shit-talkin', I done tricked a bitch out her drawers

If they lock me up, you know I'm gettin' out and breakin' laws again

Thermoscope on top of ARPs, think I'm vloggin' with it

My bitch on the same time I'm on, she don't talkin' to me

Nigga make me mad, judge her shotgun shells, end up droppin' it

They only around because I got motion, I learn a lot from it

We got niggas out here walkin' on eggshells, cause we poppin' niggas