[Intro]
(Evil empire, laughing all the way to the bank)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Gang, gang, oh my god
Yeah, haha
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Back up on my rage, ayy, bitch, I miss the rage, ayy
I feel like Lil Uzi with the fucking LUV is Rage, ayy
No more sad boy shit, yeah, I’m back up on my rage shit
Beat a n***a ass like I’m fucking Johnny Cage, bitch
Yeah, your bitch staring at my dick up in amazement
Treat him like some gum from how we leave him on the pavement
Bitch, I keep a gun in case a n***a try to say shit
You n***as don’t get no sun ‘cause you stuck in your momma basement
We got choppas with the missiles
Got RPGs, you toting pistols, yeah
Your bitch on my dick, she blowing me just like a whistle, yeah, yeah
She a nympho, yeah, yeah
Keep it simple, yeah, yeah
I don’t fuck with you, yeah, yeah
Choppa spray until it’s empty, never missing like a sentry
Think the mansion need a bouncer to deny n***as entry
Yeah, feeling like I’m Bowser, yeah, I take your bitch, she with me
Yeah, I got her in the kitchen, yeah, your bitch is whipping Whitney
Yeah, I got lean in my kidneys
I make dollars you make pennies
Yeah, I’m rocking Givenchy, you shopping at JCPennys, ayy
They say I’m depressed, yeah
Only that’s pressed is this muhfucking suppressor on the pistol on the dresser
N***as gon respect me, they addressing me with “Yes sir”
Yeah, I might have to pull a heist, gotta call up Lester
Got your bitch in front of me, got your bitch, she touching me
How we fuck around, I think your bitch might be in love with me
N***as call the opps, that’s okay, I keep that gun on me
I feel like these n***as pops, yeah, they might just be the sons of me
You thought it was over, fucking bitches on the sofa
Yeah, I’m out here rocking Jordan’s, n***as out here rocking Loafers
Yeah, these n***as taking losses, might just need a better coach, bruh
I'ma take over the world, I feel like Commander Cobra (Gang)