Chopped Case by That Egg Boy Lyrics
[Intro: BiG RU$$O, That Egg Boy]
Russo Beats (Ha!)
[Verse 1: That Egg Boy]
Feelin' just like Chris Breezy 'cause beating up women is easy
She got a black eye since she with too many guys
If she cheat on me one more time imma shoot her to the sky
I just whip out this dick and she go on a free ride
Workin' in the morning, man, this shit is boring
I got yo girl in my kitchen and it’s my coffee she pouring
If she ain’t making sandwiches, she go right back to the storage
Catching wins with my brothers, can’t take a loss
I mean I’ve tried, but we just too much of a boss
Cooking meth in the kitchen, just kidding we opps
Sending shooters down the block and I give her back shots
I got that strap banging and my nuts hanging
I might shave yo head if that's a bun on yo head
Holy ass boy I’m basically a nun
See the bulge in my pants, "what’s that?" A gun
So, if you see me on the block you better run
I got the stacks with the racks
Break her back out and we lack
Nothing bad
'Cause we chillin' with the boys, but no hoes though
We straight cuddlin' 'cause only the boys know
Beating up that pussy
She a wussy
Now it’s black
And that’s fax
I don't care
I just stare
At that waste yute
That girl know how to play the flute
[Verse 2: BiG RU$$O]
Put my balls in your face
I ain’t catching no case
Do this for the chase
Nah, this ain’t no race
Only speaking facts
Got my racks
My boy pulling up with the packs
Home boy didn’t snitch
But, you a bitch
Don’t flinch when I put that thirty in your mouth
We ain’t from the south
But we finna get that yute
Play him like a flute
Coronavirus coming up, I ain’t hitting your cooch
[Outro: BiG RU$$O, That Egg Boy]
Oooooo
And that's facts
Russo Beats (Ha!)
[Verse 1: That Egg Boy]
Feelin' just like Chris Breezy 'cause beating up women is easy
She got a black eye since she with too many guys
If she cheat on me one more time imma shoot her to the sky
I just whip out this dick and she go on a free ride
Workin' in the morning, man, this shit is boring
I got yo girl in my kitchen and it’s my coffee she pouring
If she ain’t making sandwiches, she go right back to the storage
Catching wins with my brothers, can’t take a loss
I mean I’ve tried, but we just too much of a boss
Cooking meth in the kitchen, just kidding we opps
Sending shooters down the block and I give her back shots
I got that strap banging and my nuts hanging
I might shave yo head if that's a bun on yo head
Holy ass boy I’m basically a nun
See the bulge in my pants, "what’s that?" A gun
So, if you see me on the block you better run
I got the stacks with the racks
Break her back out and we lack
Nothing bad
'Cause we chillin' with the boys, but no hoes though
We straight cuddlin' 'cause only the boys know
Beating up that pussy
She a wussy
Now it’s black
And that’s fax
I don't care
I just stare
At that waste yute
That girl know how to play the flute
[Verse 2: BiG RU$$O]
Put my balls in your face
I ain’t catching no case
Do this for the chase
Nah, this ain’t no race
Only speaking facts
Got my racks
My boy pulling up with the packs
Home boy didn’t snitch
But, you a bitch
Don’t flinch when I put that thirty in your mouth
We ain’t from the south
But we finna get that yute
Play him like a flute
Coronavirus coming up, I ain’t hitting your cooch
[Outro: BiG RU$$O, That Egg Boy]
Oooooo
And that's facts