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Yeah, ooh (x5)
Yeah, I said
Evil Empire gangsters
They'll eat your lunch
And wrinkle your school clothes
So I'm riding right
What I see
Hella sports cars spinning in the street
Trackhawks, SRT
Talking 'bout every junt could outrun the police
So I pop out, post up on the hood
Spot some vibes so I'm tryna see what's good
Sip my cup
Hit this wood
Just another Saturday night in the hood (Aye, aye)
I got that shit on (Yeah)
Somebody change my pamper (Sauce)
Shit make 'em mad
But if it's a problem I got a few rounds in the answer (Bow)
Red nose shaking
And I'm tryng get behind it like Prancer (Rudolph)
You know a young nigga ball
Motherfuckers thought I had cancer
And she throwing that ass like a tantrum
If she tripping I go Danny Phantom
Gotta pay me to see me at shows
Trick I hold this rap game for ransom
Money funny your pockets do stand-up
Pocket Rocket, I can't keep my pants up
I don't need a zoo
She give me that monkey, I promise I wont go bananas
Moving militant
It's hella guns around
The opps they hunting down
Pray to God I don't fit the description of the ones they wanna blow
I just wanna grab one of these broads around
And see what they talking 'bout
See these young niggas blocking the streets
And they spinning they cars around
It's going down
So I'm riding right
What I see
Hella sports cars spinning in the street
Trackhawks, SRT
Talking 'bout every junt could outrun the police
So I pop out, post up on the hood
Spot some vibes so I'm tryna see what's good
Sip my cup
Hit this wood
Just another Saturday night in the hood (Aye, aye)
Tint that shit black, put the chick in the back
Bitch I'm the star, I don't need zodiac
I live the life and I put it in rap
That's just my way to keep this shit on track
If you talking money then keep it stack
Don't take 'em to dinner because I'm the snack
Computer loving, I get baby hacked
But I can't get hacked, you know I'm a Mac
We do it big, gigantic (Damn)
Drip till they drown, Titanic (Splash)
Straight from the dirt, organic (Yeah)
Stay wit the tool, mechanic (Aye)
I made lil mama Atlantic (Splash)
And I promise it feel like Atlantis (Smash)
Don't give 'em too many chances
Tryna go from the trap to a mansion
Gad damnit
So I'm riding right
What I see
Hella sports cars spinning in the street
Trackhawks, SRT
Talking 'bout every junt could outrun the police
So I pop out, post up on the hood
Spot some vibes so I'm tryna see what's good
Sip my cup
Hit this wood
Just another Saturday night in the hood (Aye, aye, I said)
Consider this Evil Empire thing as a threat
Don't get caught
Don't get caught slipping in the turning lane
It's the Evil Empire riding dirty