Egyptian Cloth lyrics

[Verse]
Yeah, I whip the block counterclockwise
Baking soda make the product in the pot rise
A f*ck n*gga, I despise, I let a shot fly
And push the n*gga's sh*t lopside, yeah
Push the Bugatti like Speed Racer driving mach 5
How I ain't in your n*ggas top five?
When it comes to this grimy sh*t, I'm the top guy (I'm that n*gga)
And I don't even jot lines (I don't be writin' this sh*t, n*gga)
Fifteen hundred for a Spade up in One Oak (That's just one bottle)
Threw ten thousand, that's just one stroke (Uh-huh)
Lay a n*gga down if he want smoke (What's poppin', n*gga?)
Stackin' my bread, ain't tryna die and leave my son broke
I'm that n*gga if you haven't heard
Hit 'em with a bullet from the MAC, it burns
Burberry trench, I just had to splurge (You see me, baby)
Richest n*gga in my city, n*gga, that's my word, word

[Outro]
Yeah, f*ck the fed cops, free the n*ggas that the feds locked
Wig out your head top, hollow head, lead pop
Tear drops tatted on my shooter's face, dreadlock
Shoot you where you stand, that's your motherf*ckin' bed spot
Hall N Nash sh*t, drive-bys playin' real cops
Youngin on the backseat shootin' 'til I say stop
Machine got this rap sh*t in a headlock, yeah