EGYPT (feat. Doechii) [Remix]

One hundred percent

You know, recently I've been into a lot of MF DOOM, rest in peace

Okay, yup

I've been into a lot of MF DOOM, um, Westside Gunn, love him, he's so talented

Mhm, super

So incredible

Ayo, brrt

Brrt

Ayo

Griselda by Fashion Rebels

Ayo

I was just chillin', but the tennis still dancin' (Ah)

Shai dropped forty, I was courtside, handsome (Ah)

40 tucked on me, scorpions on the visit (Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom)

Fiend ain't have it, hit they moms for the ransom (Ah)

"I need fifty," do a demo on camera (Woo)

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' ****, 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

Saint Laurent britches, my bitch mind her business (Ah)

Glock in your mouth, got the barrel by your wisdom (Woo)

Stripes on the ceiling, this a Thom Browne kitchen (Whip)

Thirty-six opps inside the projects itchin' (Ah)

**** prayin' on my downfall, they be wishin' (Fuck these ****, 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 ****, I'm a cocaine wizard (Whip)

Just sold twenty-five bricks on the Cricket

Dollar short, your nana at the door like, "Who is it?" (Brring)

I'm that fuckin' ****, I'm on my own dick

Ritz-Carlton, Egypt, I'm gettin' homesick

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 **** through the dirt (Uh)

Snuck up on his mama, hit the **** 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 **** 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

****, keep cool, Griselda got two-twos (Grr)

Ain't talkin' 'bout ballet, my **** 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