Versace Eggs

[Intro: Lil Kapow]
Excuse me
I'd like to order some uhhh Versace Eggs over easy
With Kobe Steak on the side (Run, Forrest, Run!)
And uhhh could you send out, like, yo baddest waitress
Fat ass, light skin, big titties

[Chorus: Lil Kapow]
Whip through your city like Mad Max
I walk in this bitch where the cash at
Open up your jaw, Mrs. Pac-Man
Get head from a thottie then pass that
She poppin' that pussy on Snapchat
Blow on my dick like it's band camp
Bitch said she wanna be a model
She doing more lines than an actress

[Verse 1: Lil Kapow]
Balenciaga's on my feet (Ding)
Pour us up make it splash bitch (Yeah)
Versace Eggs, Kobe steak
That's a two hundred dollar breakfast
Pull up to the whip I was smashin'
He say he want smoke he can have it
Wearin' shit I can't pronounce it, God dammit
All that I know is it sound rich
All I know is I don't need shit (No)
I see your booty so I grab it (Yeah)
Finesse the bitch like Aladdin (Yeah)
AR-15 in your mouth bitch, bang (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
This ho suckin' like four dicks that's gang gang gang gang
She throwing it back like Matrix damn
Beat that pussy like cave man
Fuck your sister in a mini van
Shoot that nigga from a distance (pew)
Got three bullets like Mercedes-Benz (Benz)
B-b-bitch I'm fly like a Raven, ayy
My bitch fuck bitches like Raven-Symoné
Creep through your block, Wes Craven, yeah yeah
I got a stick and I'll use it
In that pussy, get abusive
I'm getting covered in Gucci
I call that ho Juicy Fruit
I'm done with that bitch in five minutes
Diamonds dancing on me groovy
Of course I'm a villain
Mojo Jojo, I fuck with three women
Goes right through your ceiling
Got a lil bitch while I suck on her titties
Bitch where the cash at
Outfit jet pack
Bitch where the drugs at
I'm 'bout to relapse
Slide on some mini hoes
I need a ski mask
One of these bad hoes
[?]

[Verse 2: Billy Marchiafava]
Got a real small dick motherfucker
But I don't give a shit, I'm the shit motherfucker
Drop eight bands on a whip motherfucker
Just to cruise around the city like a rich motherfucker, I'm bad
Bad to the bone, yeah
I woke up on a yacht shout out Lil Boat
Lemme smoke my dope gotta bag like groceries
This how it's 'posed to be
I work for my spot let's have a toast for me
Bad lil bitch come from overseas
Billy in the cut like some Neosporin
Counting up these checks yeah it's getting borin'
Hop out the whip to a jet I'm soarin'
Don't really drink but tonight we pourin'
Push start the whip till my finger's broken
If you want a feature it's goin' cost your mortgage

[Bridge]
I'm whipping in the kitchen
Bitch I'm up, aye
24/7 bitch I'm higher than the sun
When I sleep
I ain't counting sheep I'm counting stacks

[Chorus: Lil Kapow]
(Running, Running, Running, Running)
Running through your city just like I'm Mad Max
Walk in this bitch, where the cash at?
Open up your jaw, Mrs. Pac-Man
Get head from a thottie and pass that
She poppin that pussy on Snapchat
Blow on my dick like it's bandcamp
Bitch said she wanna be a model
She doing more lines than an actress

[Outro: Lil Kapow]
Versace Eggs, Kobe steak (Two)
Two hundred dollar breakfast (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)