Lil Mabu - EVIL EMPIRE (feat. DD Osama) lyrics
Lil Mabu [Matthew Peter DeLuca] Manhattan, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
DD Osama [David DeShaun Reyes] Harlem, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lil Mabu - EVIL EMPIRE feat. DD Osama lyrics]
Grraow, bang, grraow, bang
Baow, baow
Ah, ah, ah
Warning, New York City is currently on lockdown (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Every opp will get shot (Young Genius, bitch)
This is not a drill
Ah, ah, ah (YGA, YGA)
Ah, ah, ah (Grrah, YGA)
Who that? Who that? (YGA)
Baow, baow, baow
Like, I'm done running laps
First one I see, he get turned to a pack (On bro, to a pack)
I'm like, "Get the fuck back," 'cause when I start clickin', I forget I rap (Boo, ba-ba, baow)
Put the Jill on my Jack
A beam to his back, say hello to my gat (To my gat)
Mabu Mr. Move Tact, boom at your ass, leave a bulleted rash
Ayo, Mabu, throw five (Throw five)
I throw ten, I start feelin' alive
Yeah, I'm a star, clutching on this .9 (Grrah)
DD better pull out when I ride (Grrah)
You know I'ma slide, lil' DD arrived
Tryna shoot a nigga in his eye (Pow)
P-p-pull up on me, let's have a good time
I'm sly, in the back of my head, I got eyes (Gang, gang, gang)
Ayo, Mabu, who's that? (Who that?)
Flock it, throw a shot at his back
Up it, just me and my gat
He just got put in a pack, grrah
And when the smoke fly high
It goes to Heaven, not Hell
So the opps breathe it in gettin' high
Not knowing they smokin' themselves
Mabu go ku with the deuce
I think the screws in my head a lil' loose, like (Baow, baow)
Pass the cane, put a beam on a broom
Bitch, when I up it (Bitch, when I—), shakalaka-boom, like, grrah
I be acting a fool, like, when it's just me and my tool (Gang)
Mabu on my left and I stay on my right (Like?)
He like, "DD, I know what to do" (Gang-gang-gang)
Nah, what the fuck?
Nah, my heart
Yo, Mabu
Mabu, get the fuck up, nigga
You gotta get the fuck up
The fuck? Ah (Evil Empire)
Drop (Baow), drop (Baow), drop (Baow), make the opps drop
Mop (Baow), mop (Baow), mop (Baow), mop the dead opps
Shot, shot, shot, shot, shot, shot (Get shot)
All the opps get shot
Like skidi-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop
Skrraa-pop (Skrraa), skraa-pop-pop (Bah, bah)
Like, chickiti, bang-bang-bang
Chickiti, bang-bang-bang
Chickiti, bang-bang-bang
No, the opps can't hang (They can't bang)
And I go insane, you can see my brain
When they yell my name, got unlimited range (Cuh, cuh, cuh)
Give me pipe, pass the beam
Quick, I'ma put on for my team (Baow, baow)
I think they all fell asleep
Quick, DD, hit 'em with a scream (Hit 'em with a—)
Ah, feel like the king of this shit, like, ah
In bed with his bitch, now I got her like, "Uah, uh-hoo"
She a crackhead (Boy, what the fuck was that?)
His bitch won't stop saying, "Ah, ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah"
Like, I'm done running laps
First one I see, he get turned to a pack (Get back)
I'm like, "Get the fuck back," 'cause when I start clickin', I forget I rap (Boo, ba-ba, baow)
Put the Jill on my Jack
Beam to his back, say hello to my gat (Like)
Mabu Mr. Move Tact, boom at your ass, leave a bulleted rash
Now we back on that drill shit
Me and Mabu two deep tryna kill shit (Grrah)
Know the opps gonna feel this (Haha)
'Cause they real niggas without the realness
No, I can't say the last bar (Nah)
I think that it's time to give Mabu a black card
No, I don't got security with me, huh, but me and DD got some armed guards (Go, go)
On bro
Like, I'm done running laps
First one I see, he get turned to a pack (Baow)
I'm like, "Get the fuck back," 'cause when I start clickin', I forget I rap (Get back)
Put the Jill on my Jack (Bang)
A beam to his back, say hello to my gat (Gang, gang, gang)
Mabu Mr. Move Tact, boom at your ass, leave a bulleted rash (Gang, gang, gang)
Baow, baow
Ah, ah, ah
Warning, New York City is currently on lockdown (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Every opp will get shot (Young Genius, bitch)
This is not a drill
Ah, ah, ah (YGA, YGA)
Ah, ah, ah (Grrah, YGA)
Who that? Who that? (YGA)
Baow, baow, baow
Like, I'm done running laps
First one I see, he get turned to a pack (On bro, to a pack)
I'm like, "Get the fuck back," 'cause when I start clickin', I forget I rap (Boo, ba-ba, baow)
Put the Jill on my Jack
A beam to his back, say hello to my gat (To my gat)
Mabu Mr. Move Tact, boom at your ass, leave a bulleted rash
Ayo, Mabu, throw five (Throw five)
I throw ten, I start feelin' alive
Yeah, I'm a star, clutching on this .9 (Grrah)
DD better pull out when I ride (Grrah)
You know I'ma slide, lil' DD arrived
Tryna shoot a nigga in his eye (Pow)
P-p-pull up on me, let's have a good time
I'm sly, in the back of my head, I got eyes (Gang, gang, gang)
Ayo, Mabu, who's that? (Who that?)
Flock it, throw a shot at his back
Up it, just me and my gat
He just got put in a pack, grrah
And when the smoke fly high
It goes to Heaven, not Hell
So the opps breathe it in gettin' high
Not knowing they smokin' themselves
Mabu go ku with the deuce
I think the screws in my head a lil' loose, like (Baow, baow)
Pass the cane, put a beam on a broom
Bitch, when I up it (Bitch, when I—), shakalaka-boom, like, grrah
I be acting a fool, like, when it's just me and my tool (Gang)
Mabu on my left and I stay on my right (Like?)
He like, "DD, I know what to do" (Gang-gang-gang)
Nah, what the fuck?
Nah, my heart
Yo, Mabu
Mabu, get the fuck up, nigga
You gotta get the fuck up
The fuck? Ah (Evil Empire)
Drop (Baow), drop (Baow), drop (Baow), make the opps drop
Mop (Baow), mop (Baow), mop (Baow), mop the dead opps
Shot, shot, shot, shot, shot, shot (Get shot)
All the opps get shot
Like skidi-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop
Skrraa-pop (Skrraa), skraa-pop-pop (Bah, bah)
Like, chickiti, bang-bang-bang
Chickiti, bang-bang-bang
Chickiti, bang-bang-bang
No, the opps can't hang (They can't bang)
And I go insane, you can see my brain
When they yell my name, got unlimited range (Cuh, cuh, cuh)
Give me pipe, pass the beam
Quick, I'ma put on for my team (Baow, baow)
I think they all fell asleep
Quick, DD, hit 'em with a scream (Hit 'em with a—)
Ah, feel like the king of this shit, like, ah
In bed with his bitch, now I got her like, "Uah, uh-hoo"
She a crackhead (Boy, what the fuck was that?)
His bitch won't stop saying, "Ah, ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah"
Like, I'm done running laps
First one I see, he get turned to a pack (Get back)
I'm like, "Get the fuck back," 'cause when I start clickin', I forget I rap (Boo, ba-ba, baow)
Put the Jill on my Jack
Beam to his back, say hello to my gat (Like)
Mabu Mr. Move Tact, boom at your ass, leave a bulleted rash
Now we back on that drill shit
Me and Mabu two deep tryna kill shit (Grrah)
Know the opps gonna feel this (Haha)
'Cause they real niggas without the realness
No, I can't say the last bar (Nah)
I think that it's time to give Mabu a black card
No, I don't got security with me, huh, but me and DD got some armed guards (Go, go)
On bro
Like, I'm done running laps
First one I see, he get turned to a pack (Baow)
I'm like, "Get the fuck back," 'cause when I start clickin', I forget I rap (Get back)
Put the Jill on my Jack (Bang)
A beam to his back, say hello to my gat (Gang, gang, gang)
Mabu Mr. Move Tact, boom at your ass, leave a bulleted rash (Gang, gang, gang)
