Evil Empire
New York's down south supplier
We got it for cheap
1,000 grams uncut to gut
XO don't f*ck with your niggas or you hoes
We still own this
I get bread by cheap
The bitch was crusty smell the weed
4x4 the Jeep
I get pressed I'm prodigy
Bitch don't touch my Prada jeans
I can smell you f*cking that boy ain't me
Bitch you wanted me
But I ain't f*ck for free
I see the fein
You best be joshing me
Hold up I need to pee
Hold up I really need to pee though
That bitch was forty three
Dusting dust for weeks
Double g the fit
Poor by post I need a week
She's so dumb elementary
I need something new to feel free
Ganja smoke the weed
Shit it's been a week
You best be joshing me
You a bitch I smell the freak
Like Che it's pizza time
Get a drink don't pass the lime
Yeah
Bitch don't cross the line
I get bread by cheap
The bitch was crusty smell the weed
4x4 the Jeep
I get pressed I'm prodigy
Bitch don't touch my Prada jeans
I can smell you f*cking that boy ain't me
Bitch you wanted me
But I ain't f*ck for free
I see the fein
You best be joshing me
Hold up I need to pee
Grip the Glock boy forty three
I smoked like four a week
I don't f*ck with dirty weed
I'm off exotic shit
Top shelf bitch I'm top shelf kid
Ride low ride it need a lift
If I'm gon' drive bro light the spliff
Don't need no right to live
Caught up I'm cancer kid
No I ain't dying bitch
I got reasons to live
That rhymes with Zyns in lip
I got like three in bitch
Know who you f*cking with
Know who you f*cking with
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Evil Empire
New York's down south supplier
We got it for cheap
1,000 grams uncut to gut
XO don't f*ck with your niggas or you hoes
We still own this
I get bread by cheap
The bitch was crusty smell the weed
4x4 the Jeep
I get pressed I'm prodigy
Bitch don't touch my Prada jeans
I can smell you f*cking that boy ain't me
Bitch you wanted me
But I ain't f*ck for free
I see the fein
You best be joshing me
Hold up I need to pee
Hold up I really need to pee though
That bitch was forty three
Dusting dust for weeks
Double g the fit
Poor by post I need a week
She's so dumb elementary
I need something new to feel free
Ganja smoke the weed
Shit it's been a week
You best be joshing me
You a bitch I smell the freak
Like Che it's pizza time
Get a drink don't pass the lime
Yeah
Bitch don't cross the line
I get bread by cheap
The bitch was crusty smell the weed
4x4 the Jeep
I get pressed I'm prodigy
Bitch don't touch my Prada jeans
I can smell you f*cking that boy ain't me
Bitch you wanted me
But I ain't f*ck for free
I see the fein
You best be joshing me
Hold up I need to pee
Grip the Glock boy forty three
I smoked like four a week
I don't f*ck with dirty weed
I'm off exotic shit
Top shelf bitch I'm top shelf kid
Ride low ride it need a lift
If I'm gon' drive bro light the spliff
Don't need no right to live
Caught up I'm cancer kid
No I ain't dying bitch
I got reasons to live
That rhymes with Zyns in lip
I got like three in bitch
Know who you f*cking with
Know who you f*cking with
New York's down south supplier
We got it for cheap
1,000 grams uncut to gut
XO don't f*ck with your niggas or you hoes
We still own this
I get bread by cheap
The bitch was crusty smell the weed
4x4 the Jeep
I get pressed I'm prodigy
Bitch don't touch my Prada jeans
I can smell you f*cking that boy ain't me
Bitch you wanted me
But I ain't f*ck for free
I see the fein
You best be joshing me
Hold up I need to pee
Hold up I really need to pee though
That bitch was forty three
Dusting dust for weeks
Double g the fit
Poor by post I need a week
She's so dumb elementary
I need something new to feel free
Ganja smoke the weed
Shit it's been a week
You best be joshing me
You a bitch I smell the freak
Like Che it's pizza time
Get a drink don't pass the lime
Yeah
Bitch don't cross the line
I get bread by cheap
The bitch was crusty smell the weed
4x4 the Jeep
I get pressed I'm prodigy
Bitch don't touch my Prada jeans
I can smell you f*cking that boy ain't me
Bitch you wanted me
But I ain't f*ck for free
I see the fein
You best be joshing me
Hold up I need to pee
Grip the Glock boy forty three
I smoked like four a week
I don't f*ck with dirty weed
I'm off exotic shit
Top shelf bitch I'm top shelf kid
Ride low ride it need a lift
If I'm gon' drive bro light the spliff
Don't need no right to live
Caught up I'm cancer kid
No I ain't dying bitch
I got reasons to live
That rhymes with Zyns in lip
I got like three in bitch
Know who you f*cking with
Know who you f*cking with
Writer: Latham Skibinski
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