COMMANDER COBRA lyrics

[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, b*tch, I miss the rage, ayy
I feel like Lil Uzi with the f*cking LUV is Rage, ayy
No more sad boy sh*t, yeah, I’m back up on my rage sh*t
Beat a n*gga ass like I’m f*cking Johnny Cage, b*tch
Yeah, your b*tch staring at my di*k up in amazement
Treat him like some gum from how we leave him on the pavement
b*tch, I keep a gun in case a n*gga try to say sh*t
You n*ggas 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 b*tch on my di*k, she blowing me just like a whistle, yeah, yeah
She a nympho, yeah, yeah
Keep it simple, yeah, yeah
I don’t f*ck with you, yeah, yeah
Choppa spray until it’s empty, never missing like a sentry
Think the mansion need a bouncer to deny n*ggas entry
Yeah, feeling like I’m Bowser, yeah, I take your b*tch, she with me
Yeah, I got her in the kitchen, yeah, your b*tch 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 muhf*cking suppressor on the pistol on the dresser
n*ggas gon respect me, they addressing me with “Yes sir”
Yeah, I might have to pull a heist, gotta call up Lester
Got your b*tch in front of me, got your b*tch, she touching me
How we f*ck around, I think your b*tch might be in love with me
n*ggas call the opps, that’s okay, I keep that gun on me
I feel like these n*ggas pops, yeah, they might just be the sons of me
You thought it was over, f*cking b*tches on the sofa
Yeah, I’m out here rocking Jordan’s, n*ggas out here rocking Loafers
Yeah, these n*ggas taking losses, might just need a better coach, bruh
I'ma take over the world, I feel like Commander Cobra (Gang)