Music Video

Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Robb Bank$
Robb Bank$
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richard Burrell
Richard Burrell
Lyrics

Lyrics

Niggas know that I go hard to the fullest, to the fullest (evil empire) Have you niggas playin' dodgeball with bullets, yeah, with bullets I don't know how I do what I do, but nigga I do it (yeah, nigga, it's done) You already know we don't acknowledge you When you come 'round you my s- Consider this evil empire thing as a threat Ayy You knew that bitch wasn't gon' be shit the day you met her I only flashed a dub and I done got that pussy wetter Your security guard, for real, he got a flashlight and a Beretta (pussy) Nigga do your fuckin' job and try to protect me while I hit him (nigga) Just gotta buy my tie and with me constant (nigga) Don't even wreck your brain, nigga, you're like I probably fucked her (ayy) Got an angel in my passenger seat, nigga, Paul Walker (nigga) My fingers up her skirt, I gave that bitch a pinky promise (ayy) I hit that 5% 10-Round, nigga, bitch, you can't see nothing Nigga vibe with all that saving, these hoes think you Miles Morales Try to deny that shit now, nigga, we all seen you, Mr. Parker Better listen to your uncle and be responsible for that power (pussy) You niggas act like test tools, fuck sent you? Nigga, who the fuck raised you and who dressed you? I cannot stand you Nigga, I'm on my eighth cup of the syrup Nigga, I'm on my tantrum Tell the crazy stories about me cause you got ducky and you, alleyboy) Bitch dumped the Gatorade on me It's a parade round here, whoadie I cannot give that bitch nothing But pride in some children to swallow (nigga) Me, I'm bout making them dollars You, you got made by a dollar Me and you not the same, lil' moment Bitch don't even acknowledge your pronouns Screaming and moaning loud her native language now Fuck, nigga, I go vine to vine, swinging with your dime, pussy nigga I go fight for fight with any ape you like, real gorilla I'm like Tarzan up to jiggles and if he knew how to use a pistol I'm the AP, Bamboo on me 18, office AC From tiles to sheets Racing against your same boat, way out on the beach But wait and see, I still shoot that shit like meaningless conversation Niggas know that I go hard to the fullest, to the fullest Have you niggas playin' dodgeball with bullets, yeah, with bullets I don't know how I do what I do, but nigga I do it (yeah, nigga, it's done) You already know we don't acknowledge you When you come 'round you my son Niggas know that I go hard to the fullest, to the fullest Have you niggas playin' dodgeball with bullets, yeah, with bullets I don't know how I do what I do, but nigga I do it (yeah, nigga, it's done) You already know we don't acknowledge you When you come 'round you my son Yeah, shorty, you know what's on my mind? I'm keeping it real, 'cause now they flipping, look like they ain't buy one in the mall, man So what the fuck, we know what's up, too, right? When we bend down on, nigga We gon' load up, get high, get a lot more, say, "fuck 'em niggas" Keep buying shit, keep fucking hoes, load up on more bitches Then, you know what I'm saying? We gon' get greedy too, nigga I ain't never getting full, I'm full-blooded with this Yeah, yeah Evil empire gangsters, they'll eat your lunch and wrinkle your school clothes Holy sh-, where'd you find this?
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out