Koffing Robb Bank$

[Intro]
Jumped off the porch, for real
Fuck you and your hood, for real
Nigga, you wasn't on nothin' for real, pussy
Pussy, y'all just high on pills
Bitch, talkin' 'bout bread, I'm the loaf
Follow the leader, you follow the crumbs
Nigga, do this shit 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 (bitch)
Thought 'bout this one while I was gettin' my dick sucked at a bum-ass apartment
I really had a bitch eat another bitch while I fucked a bitch when I was in New Orleans
Nigga, 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 fuckin' talkin', nigga
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
Nigga your BM will feel honored if I named-dropped her in a song
Like how you name-drop niggas' names when you round hoes just like a hoe?
Groupie nigga, jumped off the porch for real
Fuck you and your hood for real, nigga
You wasn't on nothin' for real, pussy
Y'all just high on pills, bitch
Talkin' 'bout bread, I'm the loaf
Follow the leader, you follow the crumbs
Nigga, do this shit for sport
I hit 'em from half court