MoneyboyMarkk - Egg Shells Lyrics

Money boy shit
The f*ckin' 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 f*ck 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 f*ck again
I'm slidin' in a 7 Series, this is not a Benz

F*ck the bitch to f*ck 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 motherf*ckin' day, I'm tryna start a chain
Kill the head honcho, where the f*ck 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
F*ck 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