Egyptian Codes lyrics

[Chorus]
Huh, young n*gga fifteen, strapped up, I ain't even goin' for nun'
BabyLife OSO, b*tch, I'm the real one
BabyWhoa, die 'bout this 7.6 sh*t 'til I'm gone
Don Sensei flip through them blocks 'til it bones
Egyptian codes on that new Glock like Rosetta Stones
We can't hang with no fake gangsta, we just ain't gon' get along
Beat her boyfriend ass, now that ho wan' call me BabyWhoa
I'm strapped the f*ck up and I hang with my double-O
Clip hold a 13, my sh*t only Ocho
Shawty just pistol whipped the b*tch, shoot threw the backdoor
We got extra clip to fit this Glock, this on bro
Take ya ass backstage, bit' do not put on no show
She like cascade, but it's 30D Whoa

[Verse]
n*gga, never made no money, n*gga, this new day
Pull out that Glock it eat you like souffle
Hit his hotline bleedin', n*gga, with this Drac'
Pull out that sh*t, you better butter his cake
I love my brothers, sh*t, don't feel okay
And until I see Sumo, n*gga, ain't gon' play
I should've knew, shawty been talkin' to them damn jakes
I be with n*ggas that prey then I'm shootin'
Wouldn't even think about gettin' in they way
Pull up that fye, he think I run the fade
You better know that this Glock 40 in my name
Give that ho di*k, she gon' take that pain
His ass' gon get flipped, he goin' gainst that grain
Hell nah we can't link, I must just snatch yo chain
He keep ridin' fishbowl, n*gga, we got aim
[Chorus]
Huh, young n*gga fifteen, strapped up, I ain't even goin' for nun'
BabyLife OSO, b*tch, I'm the real one
BabyWhoa, die 'bout this 7.6 sh*t 'til I'm gone
Don Sensei flip through them blocks 'til it bones
Egyptian codes on that new Glock like Rosetta Stones
We can't hang with no fake gangsta, we just ain't gon' get along
Beat her boyfriend ass, now that ho wan' call me BabyWhoa
I'm strapped the f*ck up and I hang with my double-O
Clip hold a 13, my sh*t only Ocho
Shawty just pistol whipped the b*tch, shoot threw the backdoor
We got extra clip to fit this Glock, this on bro
Take ya ass backstage, bit' do not put on no show
She like cascade, but it's 30D Whoa
Huh, young n*gga fifteen, strapped up, I ain't even goin' for nun'
BabyLife OSO, b*tch, I'm the real one
BabyWhoa, die 'bout this 7.6 sh*t 'til I'm gone
Don Sensei flip through them blocks 'til it bones
Egyptian codes on that new Glock like Rosetta Stones
We can't hang with no fake gangsta, we just ain't gon' get along
Beat her boyfriend ass, now that ho wan' call me BabyWhoa
I'm strapped the f*ck up and I hang with my double-O
Clip hold a 13, my sh*t only Ocho
Shawty just pistol whipped the b*tch, shoot threw the backdoor
We got extra clip to fit this Glock, this on bro
Take ya ass backstage, bit' do not put on no show
She like cascade, but it's 30D Whoa
[Outro]
n*gga
Young n*gga slidin' through
BabyLife and mob sh*t, who the f*ck is you?
BabyLife business, n*gga, he can't be in this loop
Gen5 on me, shootin like the damn troop
Bullet hit, his top lip, he missin' a tooth
Open up the moshpits, n*gga, f*ck Juju
f*ckin' on a opp, bit', told my whoa that it cool
Usually beat a n*gga ass, right out a school
I can look in yo eyes, n*gga, tell that you ain't gon' shoot
Now he ring bell, n*gga, when we hop in that coupe
Put a di*k on my Glock, call that bit' Fruit Loop