THE ASSIGNMENT lyrics

[Intro: EastsideEggroll]
(Ooh, Rell)
Dummy-head
Yeah, it's like that right now
Courtesy of the mob
Shut the f*ck up
This the dojo show, b*tch, the mafia way
We got fishscale in, not the tilapia way
That's manmade, dummy-head, this Alaskan salmon

[Verse 1: Damedot]
My lil' b*tch understood the assignment
Walked in the bar and I changed the climate
Got some rich n*ggas and some shooters behind me
In the back of the bar, b*tch, that's where you can find me
My lil' b*tch eyes slanted, she look like Eggroll's sister
I don't want no hibachi, brought an eggroll with me
You play on my top, leave your hеad gone, silly
What I spent on my wrist, b*tch, I could've bought a Bеntley

[Verse 2: EastsideEggroll]
I just caught a foreign b*tch with a head full of Remy
Dodgin' speed bumps, doin' donuts down by Denny's
That n*gga pulled some ho sh*t if you don't never see him with me
And he used to be
You lames livin' in the past, y'all used-to-bes
I'll teach your b*tch 'bout the birds and the bees
Fill her Fendi up with fent' and send her straight to West V
Thousand-eights did us great, Keke love me
We'll spin on the whole party like a three-sixty booth
If I took you to Chiraq, they'll call you a goofy
If I took you to Philly, they'll knock off your kufi
Beans got a fifty, I heard them brickys in town
We pits, y'all Frenchies, y'all get killed in our pound
Adderall had me wired, Perc' calm me down
HomeWAV audio for them federal calls
[Verse 3: Damedot]
Ayy, you was blowin' up her phone, she was suckin' my balls
You be textin' paragraphs, I be blockin' her calls
I'm goin' to jail if the feds was a fly on the wall
You a motherf*ckin' snitch if you tell what you saw
All these carats in my chain cost a thirty-ball
Different seatbelt in my 'Cat, this a serpentine
I ain't tryna sip with no n*gga 'less it's purple lean
I been gettin' money 'round this b*tch since I was seventeen
She gon' wanna f*ck everybody when she pop this bean
I'll go to sleep on any b*tch when I pour this lean

[Verse 4: EastsideEggroll]
I'm the jigga man, b*tch, I've never been to Marcy
Roll a one-man show and a one-man army
I'm the energy n*gga, but I ain't from Flint
Roll a highway head legend, that's Life Behind Tint
I'll point it in your face, Roll really Shawn Kemp
I got the white b*tch WAP, we keep them Kreayshawns
We keep Earl Boykins straps and them Tayshauns
My Sinaloa killer safe word adiós
JoJo change the color quick, Crayola with the hoes
I flip the script on a b*tch if she can't flip a script
You don't make a hundred K, b*tch, you best start strippin'
I steal b*tches out my likes and alley-oop 'em to members
I pull b*tches at my shows and casually pimp 'em
If you can fan f*ck, b*tch, you can f*ck for some money
Make sure these dates rate five stars online
I feed my Shih Tzu capers, my b*tch pound twenty-nine
I bust a four-four-eight and a sixteen-twenty-eight
And smoke this sh*t up 'fore I make one plate
I caught a Delta flight to go f*ck an AKA
I been waitin' to demonstrate, b*tch, make my day