[Part I]
[Intro]
Ayy, and I'm in the spot with Zaytoven
Y'all already know what the fuck goin' on
[Verse]
Ayy, h-h-heard niggas say they was fuckin' with me, niggas capped out they mind (Gang)
What the fuck was they thinkin'? (Niggas not fuckin' with me)
Got niggas mad 'cause I'm countin' up bread everyday, every week, yeah that's my motivation
6 in LA, smokin' exotic gas
Hit it straight to the face, eyes low like a Asian
Cut the bitch off we don't have no relation, y'all niggas dick ride (Zaytoven), that's a new occupation
This might fuck up the nation (Might fuck up)
My road trip be y'all niggas vacation (C'mon)
Niggas half of my size, if he tryna run up, I'ma beat the boy ass, ain't no placement
Link up Max, the twin threw me the lob
That bitch top me so good, give her 5 star ratin'
Brand new crib, the community gated
I fuck bitches of all kind of races (C'mon)
Shit I'm talkin' gon' feed generations, I been had six figures, y'all not tryna go there
Bitch all I rock is designer, I'm steppin' in Marni, I told the lil' bitch, "These is Mohairs"
I'm sippin' purple, no Bonnie
I feel like Muhammad Ali, knockin' shit out the program
Beam on the Glock, this shit godly
Your bitch suckin' dick just like soccer, she ain't using no hands (Sit back), gang
[Part II]
[Intro]
Evil Empire
You already know what it is, pussy
Pardon the interruption, for this little smoke break
[Verse]
Ayy-ayy
This a mini Drac', not for accessory (Woo)
I fuck model hoes, why is you testin' me?
I get geeked out my body excessively
.44 Bulldog, gon' shoot, I ain't wrestling
Need to pay me a bag to get next to me
Block that ho once a day, she be stressin' me
I just fucked on your ho accidentally
30 rounds in this choppa, get 10 a piece
We got rackies too, what y'all boys wanna do? (Bitch)
I got more fuckin' wheels than a carnival (Skrrt)
Lil' twin ready to spill like some fuckin' juice
Had to get off the pills 'cause I fuck with Juice
Richer than all my idols, can't fuckin' lose
Niggas can't run a mile up in these shoes
Niggas love actin' wild, they never do shit
I got niggas that's dyin' to run into you
Have my twin throw a bomb, that's Cam Newton
You ain't talkin' no bag then I can't do it
I don't gotta talk shit, let the fans do it
I can't peep that boy shit, had to glance through it
That's yo lil' bitty bitch? Niggas ran through it
Been had money before the advance
VS1 diamonds sittin' on my wrist, I been shittin' on niggas, they ain't have a chance (Brr, boop, boop, boop)
Gang, all of my bitches be grown
Don't know what these nigga on
I've been the one since I came out, I'm back in my zone, time to put these nigga on
.4-.4-.44 Bulldog, it keep barkin', tryna find a bone
Bitch, I got it on my own
I'm rockin' Issey Miyake, mixin' shit with Chrome
I'm Mr. Put-This-Shit-On
Fuck from the back, got that bitch recitin' all my songs
N-n-nigga with me, watch your tone
Most of these niggas that you would think are really real, really is sweet all along
I-I-I walk outside with that stick up on me, this for real, nigga I be all alone
Most of the niggas I'm ridin' with be in the field, nigga you be on the phone (Pussy, brr)
[Outro]
Gang