Empire Shit

Lyrics

[Intro: LoLife Blacc] (Ayy, TanaFyaThatShitUp) Haha Still signed to the scale, nigga It's LoLife Motherfuckin' Blacc Let's get it [Verse 1: LoLife Blacc] Crack a seal on bricks of Tris', don't hit my phone, move bricks of fent' Work white, cut tan, pitch hard, underhand Mr. 448, shit hit my line, you know who got them bags Triple A, endo, exotic, I sell plenty strains I don't need no favors, I'm no front, bitch, ain't no middle man Hell no, I don't know Curtis, I'm still working, I serve many men Six time tip pot flipper, on rich rollin', know I'm bangin' ends Walk inside my spot, ain't got twin Glocks, I got two F&N's Caught that box on Soften, then go trap that bitch in West End Heard her pussy trash, so I'm gonna make her eat her best friend 20K profit, made that money off selling pints of green I was broke as fuck, robbin', when Young Dro made Shoulder Lean Fast forward, bitch, I made 200K on Godby Rd I would not, I grab the hot plate, bitch, ain't gotta use the stove Cook it off a lighter, or a candle, I'm too much to handle I don't touch no dice, I kick the box when I'm in the mood to gamble She thought this was work, bitch, this is, my wrist just got the scramble Got this shit off 448, don't confuse me with no fucking scammer Etiquette got high standards, trap them bands in south Atlanta Pints all in the kitchen, scale by stove, I got trap manners [Verse 2: LoLife Blacc & Peewee Longway] I can cook a brick, don't need no stove, just give me a white counter Too much dog shit, I can't even count, I need a Pamper, yup Frisco, I got bad lil bitch, got a traphouse in Atlanta On Thanksgiving, trap turkey bags, on Christmas, move bags like Santa Occupation, work the scale, no scammer, fuck a 9 to 5 Case is pending, shit, I'm still dealing, serving apple pie Money longer, shit, you get some sparkles, sprinkle, want the high COD, when you handle business, I pay my plug in five Nelson J, spark it off a can, one hit, they cha cha slide In the bay, hit up overseas, we smokin' Amazon I don't French kiss, I just fucking tear that bitch over 'wa Rich off Motor cell, mama sita, tell her comasta Torch her back like Lex Luger, send that bitch an Uber And my opp just had a bad dream, I'm in it, Freddy Krueger 556, it hit your toupee, it expose your lil' medulla Have my shooter walk you down, and then go hop back on his scooter [Outro] (Ayy, TanaFyaThatShitUp)