EMP

Bitch, I got, uh, ay, uh
Bitch, I got, ay, yeah, yeah
Uh, ay

Bitch, I got fire pack on me right now
Talkin' too much, Goddamn, pipe down (bitch)
EMP, knock the lights out (yeah)
EMP, lights out
Bitch, EMP, lights out (go)
EMP, lights out (go)
EMP, lights out (go)
EMP, lights out (out, bitch!)

Sound the alarm, opps here're armed
Loosen the chain let the dogs out the yard
She fuck wit' me and the tats on my arms
And the tats on my neck, baby, kiss where they are

Homegrown sound, shuttin' shit down (bitch)
Hot back then, and I'm still hot now
Bad lil' bitch tryna break shit down
Go ahead, throw it back and make it go 'round and 'round

Sorry, small intermission
Move through the club like I'm Bond in a mission
Carry the chop and I'm swift with precision
Someone cops I don't do supervision (nah)
And tell the owner I need me some distance
(Some distance, some distance)
(Ay, please tell the owner to give me some distance)
(Yeah, give me some distance, boy)

Ay, let me see you back it up, back it up five feet
Back, back it up, 10 feet
Back, back it up, 20 feet
Back, back it up, 50 feet

Ay, please get the fuck back, get the fuck back
Pl-please get the fuck back, get the fuck back
Please get the fuck back, get the fuck back
Pl-please get the fuck back, get the fuck back

Uh, ay, bitch, I got fire pack on me right now
Talkin' too much, Goddamn, pipe down (bitch)
EMP, knock the lights out (yeah)
EMP, lights out (go)
Bitch, EMP, lights out (go)
EMP, lights out (go)
EMP, lights out (go)
EMP, lights out (out, bitch!)

B-b-brand new whip, and it came with a turbo
Rubber on my tires like backwoods, burn slow
Ballin' like A.I., I just need cornrows
I ain't even had to go to practice, I was born dope

I didn't pay for a feature on my track list
Hit it from the back and she turn to an adlib
I ain't even going outside 'til the racks hit
West coast baby grew up on that MAC-10

She said, "Who the fuck is that?"
She wouldn't know, she just listens to me
Grew up on rock, but she listens to me
We gon' break up she'll still listen to me, I'm done

Sike
Young, rich, and dumb, I don't stop at the light
See me at the club, and I might start a fight
Might get too drunk back up off me, like

Back it up, back it up five feet
Back, back it up, 10 feet
Back, back it up, 20 feet
Back, back it up, 50 feet

Ay, please get the fuck back, get the fuck back
Pl-please get the fuck back, get the fuck back
Please get the fuck back, get the fuck back
Pl-please get the fuck back, get the fuck back

(The world is yours)