"Egyptian Codes" lyrics
DotComNirvan & Glokk40Spaz Lyrics
Huh, young nigga fifteen, strapped up, I ain't even goin' for nun'
BabyLife OSO, bitch, I'm the real one
BabyWhoa, die 'bout this 7.6 shit '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 the ho wan' call me BabyWhoa
I'm strapped the fuck up and I hang with my Double-O
Clip hold a 13, my shit only Ocho
Shawty just pistol whipped the bitch, shoot through 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
Nigga, never made no money, nigga, this new day
Pull out that Glock it eat you like souffle
Hear this hotline bling', nigga, with this Drac'
Pull out that shit, you better butter his cake
I lost my brothers, shit, don't feel okay
And until I see Sumo, nigga, ain't gon' play
I should've knew, shawty been talkin' to them damn jakes
I be with niggas that pray to Oshun
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 dick, 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, nigga, we got aim
Huh, young nigga fifteen, strapped up, I ain't even goin' for nun'
BabyLife OSO, bitch, I'm the real one
BabyWhoa, die 'bout this 7.6 shit '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 the ho wan' call me BabyWhoa
I'm strapped the fuck up and I hang with my Double-O
Clip hold a 13, my shit only Ocho
Shawty just pistol whipped the bitch, shoot through 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 nigga fifteen, strapped up, I ain't even goin' for nun'
BabyLife OSO, bitch, I'm the real one
BabyWhoa, die 'bout this 7.6 shit '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 the ho wan' call me BabyWhoa
I'm strapped the fuck up and I hang with my Double-O
Clip hold a 13, my shit only Ocho
Shawty just pistol whipped the bitch, shoot through 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
Nigga
Young nigga slidin' through
BabyLife and mob shit, who the fuck is you?
BabyLife business, nigga, 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, nigga, for Juju
Fuckin' on a opp, bit', told my whoa that it cool
Usually beat a nigga ass, right out a school
I can look in yo eyes, nigga, tell that you ain't gon' shoot
Now he ring bell, nigga, went and hopped in that coupe
Put a dick on my Glock, call that bit' Fruit Loop
BabyLife OSO, bitch, I'm the real one
BabyWhoa, die 'bout this 7.6 shit '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 the ho wan' call me BabyWhoa
I'm strapped the fuck up and I hang with my Double-O
Clip hold a 13, my shit only Ocho
Shawty just pistol whipped the bitch, shoot through 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
Nigga, never made no money, nigga, this new day
Pull out that Glock it eat you like souffle
Hear this hotline bling', nigga, with this Drac'
Pull out that shit, you better butter his cake
I lost my brothers, shit, don't feel okay
And until I see Sumo, nigga, ain't gon' play
I should've knew, shawty been talkin' to them damn jakes
I be with niggas that pray to Oshun
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 dick, 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, nigga, we got aim
Huh, young nigga fifteen, strapped up, I ain't even goin' for nun'
BabyLife OSO, bitch, I'm the real one
BabyWhoa, die 'bout this 7.6 shit '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 the ho wan' call me BabyWhoa
I'm strapped the fuck up and I hang with my Double-O
Clip hold a 13, my shit only Ocho
Shawty just pistol whipped the bitch, shoot through 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 nigga fifteen, strapped up, I ain't even goin' for nun'
BabyLife OSO, bitch, I'm the real one
BabyWhoa, die 'bout this 7.6 shit '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 the ho wan' call me BabyWhoa
I'm strapped the fuck up and I hang with my Double-O
Clip hold a 13, my shit only Ocho
Shawty just pistol whipped the bitch, shoot through 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
Nigga
Young nigga slidin' through
BabyLife and mob shit, who the fuck is you?
BabyLife business, nigga, 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, nigga, for Juju
Fuckin' on a opp, bit', told my whoa that it cool
Usually beat a nigga ass, right out a school
I can look in yo eyes, nigga, tell that you ain't gon' shoot
Now he ring bell, nigga, went and hopped in that coupe
Put a dick on my Glock, call that bit' Fruit Loop
