Wifisfuneral - ​eggs lyrics

Uh, aye, uh, uh (Uh) , yuh (Uh) , yuh
Aye, yuh, aye, yuh, aye, yuh, uh, yuh

Okay like, he don't want no smoke
Like hoe we know he a bitch okay like
I was in that day and running
No dose with the shit's (Skrr)
Listen, my gang we don’t play
We like the army with clips (That's facts)
I can't be no hoe
You know you are who you with
Okay like, he don’t want no smoke
Like hoe we know he a bitch okay like
I was in that day and running
No dose with the shit's (Skrr skrr)
Listen, my gang we don't play
We like the army with clips (That's facts)
I can't be no hoe
You know you are who you with

It go like eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Catch a lil' thot right by her toe
Jump on this dick like pogo pole
I got thirty in the clip
That murda she wrote
I might wack a fuck nigga
If he stay too close (Aye)
And lil' ho wanna fuck for
Some clout or some goals (Facts)
Eight double G my waistband
I'm a big double G, I don't take xans
Like GTA, get wasted
We don’t do, do basic, we take shit (Yuh)
Back in the day, strapped at the vacay
(For real)
Niggas body hit the wood when he take hit's
(For real)
Wanna fiddle what this here riddles (Mhm)
Sippin’ on syrup, ain't no McGriddle (Mhm)
Shawty said the block hot like McChicken
And I got klucks, givin’ head
Ain't no chicken
Ayy, got a golden ticket, no Willy Wonka
Bussed down Rollie from Ben Baller
Sipping on the sixth I'm feelin' nauseous
Perks in here’ll leave you hollow
I got two hoes kissin' in the back
Thinkin' they was dykes how
They hold the strap
Finna hit the booty club, for another G5
And that ass fat, man
It shaped like a beehive
Got a couple gang members throwing up B signs
Lightskin nigga, boy, I do the most
Bullets in his body make a shape like a "O"
Now he lookin' like a Fruit
Loop or a Cheerio, oh

Okay like, he don't want no smoke
Like hoe we know he a bitch okay like
I was in that day and running
No dose with the shit's (Skrr)
Listen, my gang we don't play
We like the army with clips (That's facts)
I can't be no hoe
You know you are who you with
Okay like, he don't want no smoke
Like hoe we know he a bitch okay like
I was in that day and running
No dose with the shit's (Skrr)
Listen, my gang we don't play
We like the army with clips (That's facts)
I can't be no hoe
You know you are who you with (That real)

Yuh