Koffing lyrics

[Intro]
Jumped off the porch, for real
f*ck you and your hood, for real
n*gga, you wasn't on nothin' for real, pus*y
pus*y, y'all just high on pills
b*tch, talkin' 'bout bread, I'm the loaf
Follow the leader, you follow the crumbs
n*gga, do this sh*t for sport
Empire Mixtapes, not for the weak-hearted
Holy sh-, yeah, where'd you find this?
Ayy (Evil empire) C-c-cuff yo chick

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (b*tch)
Thought 'bout this one while I was gettin' my di*k sucked at a bum-ass apartment
I really had a b*tch eat another b*tch while I f*cked a b*tch when I was in New Orleans
n*gga, you was havin' a midlife crisis, I did your wife like Marcus Jordan
It's the Marcus Garvey of Recording, turn up the game while I'm f*ckin' talkin', n*gga
What they on? I told your BM, "Drop that low"
If we get you out of there within a day, I'll let it come with me on tour
n*gga your BM will feel honored if I named-dropped her in a song
Like how you name-drop n*ggas' names when you round hoes just like a hoe?
Groupie n*gga, jumped off the porch for real
f*ck you and your hood for real, n*gga
You wasn't on nothin' for real, pus*y
Y'all just high on pills, b*tch
Talkin' 'bout bread, I'm the loaf
Follow the leader, you follow the crumbs
n*gga, do this sh*t for sport
I hit 'em from half court
[Chorus]
I ordered filet mignon and bought her nuggets and told her "Be gone"
She was just on the Grammy and sauce, and you took the b*tch to Carbone
Yes, sset turned me up, n*gga, you already know what I'm on
Gotta know I never wore V-Lone, and I know you got a Wraith with a loan
You is not the owner of that car that is a loaner
I got stones in California, and I still hang on the corner
Ay hit, gone, same day, crank, kick, Lui Kang, oil spilled, b*tch
Your brother got me coughin' in this b*tch

[Verse 2]
I got Justin all in the backwood, b*tch
Can't beef you, not in my bracket, n*gga
When they walk by, I start laughin', pus*y
Now what's today's mathematics, ho?
f*ckin' inglorious bast*rds
Bird gang, swang for my chain
Built for white, gold, Cuban links
n*gga, I got on three Cuban links
n*gga, I done had your b*tch before
Pause, stop, then fast-forward
Rewind, we finna pass her n*gga
I'm the promethazine pastor (codeine)
Y'all n*ggas be pourin' up backwards
All that green you on Bruce Banner
What the f*ck you think you always mad for?
Get some money, control your anger, n*gga
[Chorus]
I ordered filet mignon and bought her nuggets and told her "Be gone"
She was just on the Grammy and sauce, and you took the b*tch to Carbone
Yes, sset turned me up, n*gga, you already know what I'm on
Gotta know I never wore Vlone, and I know you got a Wraith with a loan
You is not the owner of that car that is a loaner
I got stones in California and I still hang on the corner
I got hit, gone, same day, crank, kick, Lui Kang, oil spilled, b*tch
Your brother got me coughin' in this b*tch

[Outro]
Pardon the interruption for this little smoke break
It's Evil Empire
(yeah, n*gga)