Empty

Lyrics

[Intro] Krrrt, krrrt (Surreal Gang, on the funds) [Chorus] Empty, I don't give a fuck 'bout nothing, but the fam We put some trees up, but they wasn't for Christmas They vacuum sealed That ho grip me tight, yeah, jus' like constriction This shit get real, I'll tell you something (Uh-uh) Empty, I don't give a fuck 'bout nothing Act like you real, boy you is fake, yeah, I could tell by the jump man I put the light on that boy, how that look just like a sun tan? Yeah, by the money I'm possessed This ain't a Sprinter van, so don't be a dumb man (Funds) Empty, I don't give a fuck 'bout nothing, but the fam We put some trees up, but they they wasn't for Christmas They vacuum sealed That ho grip me tight, yeah, jus' like constriction [Verse] Green on— (Shh) Green on me, I'm pickle Got fire flyin' out of that chimney Leave nobody up, they trippin' Spray a crowd, now da ho 'prolly empty Ain't nobody in the crowd, Eem Triplin My dog on the bud like "Sick 'em" Gotta latin ho' who like takis-s (Yeah) I'm stakin', hiding in the bushes Yeah, that ho try to ask for my business Yeah, ho just asked if I'm Satanist Yeah, you know a young nigga had to get it Gambling, lost everything when you bid it Five dropouts, they hoppin' out Civic Lil' Zay went crazy, he shitted Fuck that ho' once, she be saying she miss me Had to risk that all for a biscuit She'll put the whole cock in her mouth like chicken She a freak and she nasty, she sickening Young niggas hop out, yeah wit' them blickies (Haha) Young nigga coppin' that ticket, hop out the car, yeah, Bentley a flickin' Yeah, they ran up quick and you couldn't depict it Put that fan up quick, no, they couldn't restrict this My brodie ran up on them, no, he couldn't be a indicted That's why I get high, yeah I get high, yeah So damn high, yeah I ain't tryna think about peace That's why I get high, yeah That's why I get high, yeah So I get high, yeah [Outro] Empty, I don't give a fuck 'bout nothing, (That's why I get high, yeah) but the fam We put some trees up, (That's why I get high, yeah) but they wasn't for Christmas They vacuum sealed (That's why I get high, yeah) That ho grip me tight, yeah, jus' like constriction Empty, I don't give a fuck 'bout nothing, (Show you how, yeah) but the fam We put some— Empty, I don't give a fuck 'bout nothing That ho grip— Empty, I don't give a fuck 'bout nothing Empty— (Surreal Gang, on the funds)