Off The Yae lyrics

[Chorus]
(Empire Mixtape)
b*tch suck my di*k for three hours off the yae
(Not for the weak of heart)
Bi-b*tch suck my di*k for three hours off the yae
Bi-bi-bi-b*tch suck my di*k 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 sh*t
But—, but I'ma talk about stupid sh*t

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

[Chorus]
b*tch suck my di*k for three hours off the yae (Is the ga—)
b*tch suck my di*k for three hours off the yae (Is the ga—)
b*tch suck my di*k 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 b*tch squirted on my Versace bedsheets
So I kicked her out—
And I'm always smokin' gas, someone tell me what the f*ck is a drought
And I'm always countin' cash, someone tell me what the f*ck is recession
b*tch ride my di*k for the equivalent of 80 miles like her pus*y 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 f*ck
Yeah, I knew this sh*t 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 f*ckin' 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