Egyptian Codes DotComNirvan (Ft. Glokk40Spaz)

[Chorus]
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 the new Glock like Rosetta Stone
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 fuck up and I hang with my double O
Clip hold a 13, my shit only Ocho
Shawty just pistol whipped the bitch, shit threw the backdoor
We got extra clip to fit this Glock, this on bro
Take ya ass backstage, bit' better not put on no show
She like cascade, but it's 30D Whoa

[Verse]
Nigga, never made no money, nigga, this new day
Pull out that Glock and eat you like souffle
Hit this hotline bling', nigga, with this Drac'
Pull out that shit, you better butter his cake
All of my brothers, shit, don't feel okay
And until I see Sumo, nigga, I ain't gon' play
I should've knew, shawty been talkin' to them damn jakes
I be with niggas that pray that I'm shootin'
Wouldn't even think about gettin' in they way
Pull up that fire, he think I run a 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