ego Lyrics

I might spaz out

I mix the Percocet up with the Xanax

I might black out

I told yo bitch better take off her panties

Blow her back out

Talkin' bout money lil bitch I got plenty

I'ma cash out

Broke boy better back down

Ex bitch trippin' , told her chill the fuck out

She told me that she don't think we gon' work out

When you get a new man I'll pull up to his house and I'm pointing this gun at his mufuckin' mouth

Ahhh

Ain't that shitty

Nah

I don't even got no pity

Bitch I don't wanna be friendly

I heard you mad that I'm pretty

But I ain't trippin', that 45 rippin' his face

I got a 45 tucked in my waist

Yeah bitch the pole hot

Turn you to a pork chop

Put ya dumbass on a goddamn plate

And that bitch gon' give me some brain

Lil bitch I'm high as a crane

She wanted me for the fame

Run this shit up, Usain

Okay like whoah

I got the coke in my nose

Cameras flashin' hit a post

I am the best I suppose

I am the best I know

Ex bitch said I got a ego

She gon' really see that shit on the day I blow

Yeah bitch I know that I'm evil

I'ma send yo ass to Diablo

(Straight to Hell)

To Diablo

(Straight to Hell)

To Diablo

(Straight to Hell)

To Diablo

(Straight to Hell)

To Diablo

(Straight to Hell)

To Diablo

(Straight to Hell)

To Diablo

(Straight to Hell)

To Diablo

(Straight to Hell)

I might spaz out

I mix the Percocet up with the Xanax

I might black out

I told yo bitch better take off her panties

Blow her back out

Talkin' bout money lil bitch I got plenty

I'ma cash out

Broke boy better back down

Ex bitch trippin' , told her chill the fuck out

She told me that she don't think we gon' work out

When you get a new man I'll pull up to his house and I'm pointing this gun at his mufuckin' mouth

Ahhh

Ain't that shitty

Nah

I don't even got no pity

Bitch I don't wanna be friendly

I heard you mad that I'm pretty