Phone-EG - Phone-E's Revenge lyrics

[Intro] n***as asking where Phone-E's at eh? I heard n***as beakin to my tings eh? Sayin Phone-E's this and phones that Phone-E's dick is wuom wuom n***as sayin phones not out here with the burners Are you f**in blem dawg? [Verse 1: Phone-EG] Bucket hat on cause I'm a real-a** n***a Slang the rock on the block, no I'm not Jigga Beakin out my name make Phone-e squeeze triggas Bazooka at your door, phone-e beats i deliver Break inside the crib, 60 bullets to the liver Turn your body inside out, like you playing for the clippers Phone-E got gats, what you talkin' bout Like an orthodontist, tell you open up your mouth Now i bet the burners bitter like Guinness, extra stout Leave you layin' like a fat b**h watchin' TV on the couch I got this one gun, so f**in baked, stand too close ill spark up barbeque your ribs Got this next one, recoil so strong, shoot it in Toronto end up in Hong Kong When the dezzie burp, and dont say excuse me, one f**in' bullet turn godzilla into sushi [Verse 2: Phone-EG] Ayo when Phone-E ride out, n***as hide out Phone-E slide out the burner scope you n***as out like tryouts Then hit you with the burner, same sh** you lied bout Make your momma cry bout you gettin punished Permanent timeout Ayo Phone-E gets grungy, my grandma don't love me I'll scrap a crocodile call me Phone-EG dundie Come true like a stepdad and take away your sons weed Trust me You don't want the beef with the EG when n***as start Singin pointin fingers like they're ET Buss you in the head, yes the aim is greezy believe me Wipe up your blood with a squeegee, ill make it look easy The piece dont please me Especially when the burners in the glove box yellin squeeze me