Westside Gunn, Doechii - EGYPT - Remix

One hundred percent You know, recently I've been into a lot of MF DOOM (okay) Rest in peace (yup) I've been into a lot of MF DOOM, um Westside Gunn (mhm), love him, he's so talented (super) So incredible Ayo, brrt Brrt, ayo (Griselda by Fashion Rebels) Ayo I was just chillin', but the tennis still dancin' (ah) Shai dropped 40, I was courtside, handsome (ah) .40 tucked on me, scorpions on the Vanson (boom-boom-boom-boom-boom) Fiend ain't have it, hit they moms for the ransom (ah) "I need 50," do a demo on camera (whoo) Hit the brick with the psycho cutter like Ciampa (mm) Don't wash clothes, Chloe never seen a hamper (uh-uh) FLYGOD Jr. had cracks in his Pamper (ah) I'm that fuckin' nigga, you know it Balenciaga socks, sweatshirt with the blower (boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-boom) Two-tone Virgil on the curb by the MoMA (skrrt) Daytona wristes, taste too exquisite (ah) Saint Laurent britches, my bitch mind her business (ah) Glock in your mouth, got the barrel by your wisdom (whoo) Stripes on the ceiling, this a Thom Browne kitchen (whip) 36 opps inside the projects itchin' (ah) Niggas prayin' on my downfall, they be wishin' (fuck these niggas, Lord) They ain't never had "Paris" written on the dishes (uh-uh) They ain't never had the Cullinan in the trenches (uh-uh) Eastside nigga, I'm a cocaine wizard (whip) Just sold 25 bricks on the Cricket (mm) Dollar short, your nana at the door like, "Who is it?" (brring) I'm that fuckin' nigga, I'm on my own dick Ritz-Carlton, Egypt, I'm gettin' homesick (ah) Grrt, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom Roberto Cavalli, see the nipples through my shirt (uh) My Daisy Dukes probably drag a nigga through the dirt (uh) Snuck up on his mama, hit the nigga where it hurts Smith Wess' on the Glock, double C's on the purse (grrt) Embroidered bedsheets, five hundred thread count (count) Almost choked on my grills tryna eat the lamb chop Swallowed two pills, hid the Grammy in my titties (boom, boom) Took a PJ to see Westside's city Literary swamp, bitch niggas can't book me Came up out the mud, same color as a Tootsie You ain't a boss, you's a pussy (pussy) I done snuck up to the top 'cause they mistook me as a rookie And I'm that fuckin' bitch, and you know it (I'm that fuckin' bitch) Westside Gunn, Swamp Princess, ho, it's Never been done this clean, this crisp Label heads fiendin', in the meetings snowin' like Christmas Nigga, keep cool, Griselda got two-twos (grr) Ain't talkin' 'bout ballet, my niggas on point, shoot I just feel like, I feel like the underdog (mm) I feel like the underdog and I just feel like Stop playin' with me