Koffing
Jumped up the porch, for real
Fuck you and your hood, for real
Nigga, you wasn't on that, for real
Pussy, y'all just high on pills
Bitch, talkin' 'bout bread, I'm the loaf
Follow the leader, you follow the crumbs
Nigga, do this shit for spoke
Empire Mixtapes, not for the weak-hearted
Holy sh-, yeah, where'd you find this?
Ayy (Evil empire)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (bitch)
Talked 'bout this one while I was gettin' my dick sucked at a bum-ass apartment
I really had to bitch hit another bitch while I fucked a bitch when I was in New Orleans
Nigga, you was havin' a midlife crisis, I did your wife like Marcus Jordan
It's the Marcus Garvey Recording, turn up the game while I'm fuckin' talkin', nigga
What they on? I told your BM, "Drop that low"
If we get you out of there within a day, I'll let it come with me on tour
Nigga your BM will feel honored if I named-dropped in a song
Like how you name-drop niggas' names when you round hoes just like a hoe?
Groupie nigga, jumped up the porch for real
Fuck you and your hood for real, nigga
You wasn't on nothin' for real, pussy
Y'all just high on pills, bitch
Talkin' 'bout bread, I'm the loaf
Follow the leader, you follow the crumbs
Nigga, do this shit for sport
I hit 'em from half court
I ordered filet mignon and bought her nuggets and told her "Be gone"
She was just on the Grammy and sauce, and you took the bitch to Carbone
Yes, that turned me up, nigga, you already know what I'm on
Gotta know I never wore V-Lone, and I know you got a Wraith with a loan
You is not the owner of that car that is a loaner
I got stones in California, and I still hang on the corner
I got hit, gone, same day, crank, kick, Lui Kang, all spilled, bitch
Your brother got me coughin' in this bitch
I got Justin all in the backwood, bitch
Can't beef you, not in my bracket, nigga
When they walk by, I start laughin', pussy
Now what's today's mathematics, ho?
Fuckin' the glorious bastards
Bird gang, swang for my chain
Built for white, gold, Cuban links
Nigga, I got on three Cuban links
Nigga, I done had your bitch before
Pause, stop, then fast-forward
Rewind, we finna pass her nigga
How the promethazine pass the cold
Y'all niggas be pourin' up bad words
All that green you on Bruce Banner
What the fuck you think you always mad for?
Get some money, control your anger, nigga
I ordered filet mignon and bought her nuggets and told her "Be gone"
She was just on the Grammy and sauce, and you took the bitch to Carbone
Yes, that turned me up, nigga, you already know what I'm on
Gotta know I never wore V-Lone, and I know you got a Wraith with a loan
You is not the owner of that car that is a loaner
I got stores in California and I still hang on the corner
I got hit, gone, same day, crank, kick, Lui Kang, all spilled, bitch
Your brother got me coughin' in this bitch
Pardon the interruption for this little smoke break
It's Evil Empire (yeah, nigga)
Fuck you and your hood, for real
Nigga, you wasn't on that, for real
Pussy, y'all just high on pills
Bitch, talkin' 'bout bread, I'm the loaf
Follow the leader, you follow the crumbs
Nigga, do this shit for spoke
Empire Mixtapes, not for the weak-hearted
Holy sh-, yeah, where'd you find this?
Ayy (Evil empire)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (bitch)
Talked 'bout this one while I was gettin' my dick sucked at a bum-ass apartment
I really had to bitch hit another bitch while I fucked a bitch when I was in New Orleans
Nigga, you was havin' a midlife crisis, I did your wife like Marcus Jordan
It's the Marcus Garvey Recording, turn up the game while I'm fuckin' talkin', nigga
What they on? I told your BM, "Drop that low"
If we get you out of there within a day, I'll let it come with me on tour
Nigga your BM will feel honored if I named-dropped in a song
Like how you name-drop niggas' names when you round hoes just like a hoe?
Groupie nigga, jumped up the porch for real
Fuck you and your hood for real, nigga
You wasn't on nothin' for real, pussy
Y'all just high on pills, bitch
Talkin' 'bout bread, I'm the loaf
Follow the leader, you follow the crumbs
Nigga, do this shit for sport
I hit 'em from half court
I ordered filet mignon and bought her nuggets and told her "Be gone"
She was just on the Grammy and sauce, and you took the bitch to Carbone
Yes, that turned me up, nigga, you already know what I'm on
Gotta know I never wore V-Lone, and I know you got a Wraith with a loan
You is not the owner of that car that is a loaner
I got stones in California, and I still hang on the corner
I got hit, gone, same day, crank, kick, Lui Kang, all spilled, bitch
Your brother got me coughin' in this bitch
I got Justin all in the backwood, bitch
Can't beef you, not in my bracket, nigga
When they walk by, I start laughin', pussy
Now what's today's mathematics, ho?
Fuckin' the glorious bastards
Bird gang, swang for my chain
Built for white, gold, Cuban links
Nigga, I got on three Cuban links
Nigga, I done had your bitch before
Pause, stop, then fast-forward
Rewind, we finna pass her nigga
How the promethazine pass the cold
Y'all niggas be pourin' up bad words
All that green you on Bruce Banner
What the fuck you think you always mad for?
Get some money, control your anger, nigga
I ordered filet mignon and bought her nuggets and told her "Be gone"
She was just on the Grammy and sauce, and you took the bitch to Carbone
Yes, that turned me up, nigga, you already know what I'm on
Gotta know I never wore V-Lone, and I know you got a Wraith with a loan
You is not the owner of that car that is a loaner
I got stores in California and I still hang on the corner
I got hit, gone, same day, crank, kick, Lui Kang, all spilled, bitch
Your brother got me coughin' in this bitch
Pardon the interruption for this little smoke break
It's Evil Empire (yeah, nigga)
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Writer(s): Richard Burrell, Giovanni Stravato
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