Phone-EG - Cheesed lyrics

[Verse 1] I dropped this mix tape took the world by surprise The 6 has talent p**y open up your eyes (I Bump your sh** fam) Liars in disguise You ever been to hell n***a welcome to my life Bucket hat on cause I'm a -- stop the flow man Phone-EG known to blow mans, Phone-EG known to smoke mans Phone-EG known to grab the burner stick it down his throat fam Leave his body at his Momma's door all alone man Damn its Mr. Bucket Hat, Mr. Don't Pack The gat Mr. Get his chain snatched and don't do nothing back Mr. caught the bug when he f**ed the ting bareback Mr. f** that Why would you even come try Phone-EG do you wanna die Homie when the bullets fly mandem hit you from the sky And mandem thought Phone-E wasn't bout it Now the doctor's pulling bullet fragments out his pelvis I aim for his dome but then i shot low My gun is too heavy, I call it Dumbo Oh no, Kimbo couldn't hold Phone-EG's chrome He has a better chance taking Arthur's sword from the stone You n***a's thinking it's a game let's play Real life Duck Hunt with your mom and your bae You n***as like Mario without the shrooms Phone-EG's like Bowser greasing Peach in the room Now what you gonna do when Phone-EG's heading to your space Your heart race, you say grace, and your start to brace My gun is like your boss when your asking for a raise Intimidated when this guy's in your face [Verse 2] f** these waste cyatties, dash em all away Get a little money and they're all up in your face Get a few followers, they're all up in your base Get a couple likes and they all start to chase Phone-EG spitting facts now most these b**hes Crony b**h your p**y smell like cheese,eggs and salami I met this one slu got her wavy like tsunami Slide her draws off, p**y looser then pastrami Mami, you should understand who your f**ing with Phone-Eg not the one to be set up like a drumming set This dutty b**h tried to get Phone-EG drunk, Oh wow (Shoot it in Toronto end up in Hong Kong) Let's just say I'm in Hong Kong for now I could start setting these tings up with ease Me I'm talking bout can I get a photo shoot please The b**h come through, the b**h on her knees The burner is the camera now can you say cheese Now this is why you really shouldn't f** around with Phone-E Phone-E got the tools too leave your body floppy like bologna Holy moly, Phone-EG now your momma's extra lonely Solely for the fact that only holy man can hold me Holy Phone-EG, he's not playing games I am a Hummer b**h stay in your lane I am Billy Bishop you are nothing but a plane You are a roach I'm a bottle of that raid You are a puppy and I am a Great Dane The burner is my rabbit and I am David Blaine Now run forest run I'll give a head start my bullets Michael Johnson One of my smallest clips will leave King Kong stunned Imagine what will happen if i shoot the big one They say all Phone-EG raps about is his guns To those people I say 3,2,1