EVIL EMPIRE

Grraow, bang, grraow, bang, baow, baow, ah, ah, ah
Warnin', New York City is currently on lockdown (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Every opp will get shot (Young Genius, bitch)
This is not a drill, ah, ah, ah (YGA, YGA)
Ah, ah, ah (grrah, YGA)
Who that? Who that? Who that? Who that? (YGA), baow, baow, baow

Like, I'm done runnin' laps, first one I see, he get turned to a pack (on bro, to a pack)
I'm like, "Get the fuck back"
'Cause when I start clickin', I forget I rap (boom, baow-baow-baow)
Put the Jill on my Jack, a beam to his back, say hello to my gat
Mabu Mr. Move Tact, boom at your -, leave a bulleted rash

Ayo, Mabu, throw five (throw five), I throw ten, I start feelin' alive
Yeah, I'm a star, clutchin' on this .9 (grrah), DD better pull out when I ride (grrah)
You know I'ma slide, lil' DD arrived, tryna shoot a n- in his eye (pow)
P-p-pull up on me, let's have a good time
I'm sly, in the back of my head, I got eyes (gang, gang, gang)

Ayo, Mabu, who's that? (Who that?), flock it, throw a shot at his back
Up it, just me and my gat, he just got put in a pack, grrah
And when the smoke fly high, it goes to Heaven, not Hell
So the opps breathe it in, gettin' high, not knowin' they're smokin' themselves

Mabu go ku with the deuce
I think the screws in my head a lil' loose, like (baow, baow)
Pass the cane, put a beam on a broom
Bitch, when I up it (bitch, when I), shakalaka-boom, like, grrah
I be actin' a fool, like, when it's just me and my tool ('kay)
Mabu on my left and I stay on my right (like?)
He like, "DD, I know what to do" (gang-gang-gang)

Nah, what the f-? Nah, my hea-
Yo, Mabu, Mabu, get the f- up, n-
You gotta get the fuck up
The fuck? Ah (Evil Empire)

Drop (baow), drop (baow), drop (baow), make the opps drop
Mop (baow), mop (baow), mop (baow), mop the dead opps
Shot, shot, shot-shot, shot-shot (get shot)
All the opps get shot like skidi-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop

Skrraa-pop (skrraa), skraa-pop-pop (bah, bah)
Like, chickiti, bang-bang-bang, chickiti, bang-bang-bang
Chickiti, bang-bang-bang, no, the opps can't hang (they can't bang)
And I go insane, you can see my brain
When they yell my name, got unlimited range (grrah-grrah-grrah)
Give me pipe, pass the beam, quick, I'ma put on for my team (baow, baow)
I think they all fell asleep, quick, DD, hit 'em with a scream (hit 'em with a)

Ah, feel like the king of this sh-, like, ah
In bed with his bitch, now I got her like, "Uah, uh-hoo"
She a crackhead (boy, what the f- was that?)
His bi won't stop sayin', "Ah, ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah"

Like, I'm done runnin' laps, first one I see, he get turned to a pack (get back)
I'm like, "Get the fu- back", 'cause when I start clickin', I forget I rap (baow-baow-baow)
Put the Jill on my Jack, beam to his back, say hello to my gat (like)
Mabu Mr. Move Tact, boom at your ass, leave a bulleted rash

Now we back on that drill sh-, me and Mabu two deep tryna kill shit (grrah)
Know the opps gonna feel this (haha) 'cause they real n- without the realness
No, I can't say the last bar (nah), I think that it's time to give Mabu a black card
No, I don't got security with me, huh
But me and DD got some armed guards (go, go), on bro

Like, I'm done runnin' laps, first one I see, he get turned to a pack (baow)
I'm like, "Get the fuck back", 'cause when I start clickin', I forget I rap (get back)
Put the Jill on my Jack (bang), a beam to his back, say hello to my gat (gang, gang, gang)
Mabu Mr. Move Tact, boom at your -, leave a bulleted rash (gang, gang, gang)



Credits
Writer(s): Yan Vinogradov, Oliver Ducic Eliasson, Christoph Schimeczek, Hamza Hamaal, Matthew Peter Deluca, Eric Kuhl, David Reyes, Ara Abdulla
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