[Chorus]
(Empire Mixtape)
Bitch suck my dick for three hours off the yae
(Not for the weak of heart)
Bi-bitch suck my dick for three hours off the yae
Bi-bi-bi-bitch suck my dick for three hours off the yae
Bi-bi-bi—, I need a personal driver to drive me 'round all day
But I'ma talk about stupid shit
But—, but I'ma talk about stupid shit

[Verse 1]
Is you playin' with me [?]
Oh, yeah [?]
([?] postin' weak bands, then shut the fuck up, n***a, I just gangbanged out the water, I'm for this shit)
And then I pack a gat
Off an X-Pill, I just took a triple stack
I'm high as fuck, I can't even talk straight
Uhh, I can't even tell you what I was tryna say
(Evil Empire is the ga—)

[Chorus]
Bitch suck my dick for three hours off the yae (Is the ga—)
Bitch suck my dick for three hours off the yae (Is the ga—)
Bitch suck my dick for three hours off the yae (Is the ga—)
Too up, I need a personal drivеr to drive me 'round all day
[Verse 2]
I'm too up, I need a private planе
I'm too up, I need a lot of things
Versace coat on, Versace bedsheets
That bitch squirted on my Versace bedsheets
So I kicked her out—
And I'm always smokin' gas, someone tell me what the fuck is a drought
And I'm always countin' cash, someone tell me what the fuck is recession
Bitch ride my dick for the equivalent of 80 miles like her pussy had an engine
I pressed some-, I pressed some X that I sold him, and he sweatin' and he throwin' up
He asked me, "Why?" I smiled, and I looked him in the eyes, and I said that I pressed it
In the-, in the underground these rappers movin' like they EDP445, yeah, they need to be arrested
Ever since I was three years old, I knew that I'd be up as fuck
Yeah, I knew this shit was destined
I can give you 833 reasons why I knew the Based God would give me hella blessings
Don't ask me why I know a specific number
I would never tell you even if I fuckin' wanted
In a week, me and Xhris smoke 459 grams of high-grade—
Smoke 459 grams of high—
Smo-smo-smoke 459 grams of high-grade exotic