Ego Hard to Miss

(Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
(Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I heard you bought a bitch
My ego hard to miss
You should call it quits
Your whip do not exist
Roll on the left but I move to the right
I ain't trippin' I'm sippin' tonight
But she different I buy what she like
High as fuck bitch I came with a kite

You, come, here and break it down
Pull up the scene with a hundred round rounds
Pour a whole eight in a four right now
Don't top me up I gun him down
Gun him down, shut him down
She want me bad like come right now
Come right now, come right now
On my way I can't be late!

Up on the speed on the whip
Money call on my phone gotta speed to the max
I'm too addicted to cash
I did my withdrawls, and then I relapsed
Shawty got me on the phone
But I don't really want her I just wanna bag
I'm finna hit it again, again, again, again
I'm makin' money my enemies makin' amends
Down the tequila while I push in the coupe
But I still won't come back with a dent (Swerve!)
Puffin on up in the hills, she gon' ego trance like a bench press
Smokin' that strong to lift me up, I swear the pack doin' reps

I heard you bought a bitch
My ego hard to miss
You should call it quits
Your whip do not exist
Roll on the left but I move to the right
I ain't trippin' I'm sippin' tonight
But she different I buy what she like
High as fuck bitch I came with a kite

You, come, here and break it down
Pull up the scene with a hundred round rounds
Pour a whole eight in a four right now
Don't top me up I gun him down
Gun him down, shut him down
She want me bad like come right now
Come right now, come right now
On my way I can't be late!

They tryna get one up and I doubled it
I'm turnin' nothin' to somethin' again
I fill a bag then I fill up some luggages
I'm finna blow up the budget again
She grindin' on me in the club
Said she wanna fuck, but I'm tryna fuck on her friend
Don't be mad at me I'm on an ego trip to the end



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Writer(s): James Haley, Joe Dirt, Kataem O' Connor
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