Empty

(Shoot ya again)

This bitch pussy so good you know I had to fuck her again

('Ima fuck her again)

You wanna worry 'bout that hoe?

I'll bring your life to an end

Fuck I look like giving in to a title?

I just hit the bitch

Riding around I don't see my rivals

They ain't in this shit

I hit ya block and I rocket the whole thirty

Boy we empty shit

Now a nigga dead, everybody crying

Nigga save all that sympathy shit

I get in this shit

I be spending shit

That clip I finish it

Lil' Brodie witnessed it

'Ima walk down bitch I swear that never fail

I know some shit that I'll never tell

Them bullets hitting they hot as hell

5-5-6 make him flip like a cell

Free my lil' killer, they gave him an L

I wrap it up make an M in the mail

If I catch a rat, 'Ima cut off his tail

We pulling up and we dropping them shells

I put ops up top

I put the day one friend in the bop

I'm over the stove and I'm making it lock

Spin broad day bitch [?]

Bitch we love the beat, we don't never hide

It ain't over 'till a Nigga die

So much murder, make a nigga high

'Ima up the chopper, make a nigga fly

I'm a rich shooter, you just getting by

My handgun shoot french fries

She eat up the dick 'till she cry

Pay thirty-five, I can get you a pie

'Ima tell ya ass one time

Ain't gon' tell ya again (you only got one time)

Watch your body hit the floor, you don't die 'Ima shoot you again

(Shoot ya again)

This bitch pussy so good you know I had to fuck her again

('Ima fuck her again)

You wanna worry 'bout that hoe?

I'll bring your life to an end

Fuck I look like giving in to a title?

I just hit the bitch

Riding around I don't see my rivals

They ain't in this shit

I hit ya block and I rocket the whole thirty

Boy we empty shit

Now a nigga dead, everybody crying

Nigga save all that sympathy shit