EVIL EMPIRE (feat. DD Osama)

Ah, Ah, Ah
Warning, New York City is currently on lockdown
Every opp will get shot (Young Genius bitch), this is not a drill
Ah ah ah, YGA, YGA
Ah ah ah, grah, YGA
Who that, who that? (YGA)

Like I'm done running laps
First one I see, he get turned to a pack (On bro)
I'm like Get the fuck back cause when I start clickin', I forget I rap
Put the Jill on my Jack
Beam to his back, say hello to my gat
Mabu, Mr move tact, beam on your ass, leave a bulleted rash

Ayo Mabu, throw five
I throw 10 I start feelin' alive
Yeah I'ma star, clutching on this 9
DD better pull out when I ride
You know I'ma slide, Lil' DD arrived
Tryna shoot a nigga in his eye
Pull up on me, let's have a good time
I'm sly in the back of my head, I got eyes

Ayo Mabu, who's that?
Fuck it, throw a shot at his back
Up it, just me and my gat
He just got put in a pack
And when the smoke fly high
It goes to Heaven not Hell
So the opps breath it in, getting high
Not knowing they smoking themselves
Mabu go kuu with the deuce
I think the screws in my head a little loose, like (Baow, Baow)
Pass the cane, put a beam on a broom
Bitch when I up it, shakalakaboom, like, grah
I be acting a fool, like, when it's just me and my tool
Mabu on my left and I stay on my right
He like DD: I know what to do

What the fuck?
Nah, my heart
Yo, Mabu
Mabu, get the fuck up, nigga
You gotta get the fuck up
The fuck, ah (Evil Empire)

Drop, (bow), drop (bow), drop (bow), make the opps drop
Mop (bow), mop (bow), mop (bow), mop the dead opps
Shot, shot, shot, shot, shot, shot
All the opps get shot
Like skidipopopopopop
Skrraaa, skrbaapopop
Like, Chickiti bang, bang, bang
Chickiti bang, bang, bang
Chickiti bang, bang, bang
No the opps can't hang

And I go insane, you can see my brain
When they yell my name, got unlimited range
Give me pipe, pass the beam
Quick, I'ma put on for my team
Think they all fell asleep
Quick, DD hit 'em with a scream (Hit em with a- Ah!)
Feel like the king of this shit, like (Ah!)
In bed with his bitch, now I got him like (Ah)
(She a crackhead)
His bitch won't stop saying (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!)

Like I'm done running laps
First one I see, he get turned to a pack (On bro)
I'm like Get the fuck back cause when I start clickin', I forget I rap
Put the Jill on my Jack
Beam to his back, say hello to my gat
Mabu, Mr move tact, beam on your ass, leave a bulleted rash

Now we back on that drill shit
Me and Mabu two deep, tryna kill shit
Know the opps gonna feel this
Cause they real niggas without the realness
No, I can't say the last bar
I think that it's time to give Mabu a black card
No I don't got security with me
But me and DD got some armed guards

Like I'm done running laps
First one I see, he get turned to a pack (On bro)
I'm like Get the fuck back cause when I start clickin', I forget I rap
Put the Jill on my Jack
Beam to his back, say hello to my gat
Mabu, Mr move tact, beam on your ass, leave a bulleted rash