Koffing

Jumped up the porch, for real

Fuck you and your hood, for real

Nigga, you wasn't on that, 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 spoke

Empire Mixtapes, not for the weak-hearted

Holy sh-, yeah, where'd you find this?

Ayy (Evil empire)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (bitch)

Talked 'bout this one while I was gettin' my dick sucked at a bum-ass apartment

I really had to bitch hit 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 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 in a song

Like how you name-drop niggas' names when you round hoes just like a hoe?

Groupie nigga, jumped up 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

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 bitch to Carbone

Yes, that turned me up, nigga, 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

I got hit, gone, same day, crank, kick, Lui Kang, all spilled, bitch

Your brother got me coughin' in this bitch

I got Justin all in the backwood, bitch

Can't beef you, not in my bracket, nigga

When they walk by, I start laughin', pussy

Now what's today's mathematics, ho?