Empty The Drum lyrics

[Intro]
Shhmody

[Chorus]
50 something shots out a MP, uh
Keep on shooting till I'm empty, uh
b*tch automatic Glock not a semi, uh
Keep shooting till the cops or a enemy come
We know every n*gga dying it be somebody son
When a f*ck n*gga die ain't no sympathy for 'em
Pop out empty the drum, empty the drum

[Verse]
n*ggas don't got no guns but they wanna go war?
The f*ck is you doing that for?
45 on the side of me I call 'em Al Gore
n*ggas be broke as f*ck and they stay unemployed
It ain't my fault you n*ggas got parents that don't love you
If I was yo' daddy I wouldn't trust you
If I was yo' mama I wouldn't hug you
It's crazy that yo' b*tch'll still f*ck you
It's crazy I doubled my money up
I still ain't satisfied I need them big pockets
But look in my pocket a big rocket
If I was to c*ck it I would pop it
If you was to hold it you would drop it
If you was to tote it I would take it, if you was to takе it to that
Then my n*ggas'll pull up all black with them red lasеrs
Ayy, blowing that b*tch at yo' head taper
Take all the money and bring me the head later
Just got the text that's confirming his death
Yeah I think I might go get some head later
Smoking on gas like a meth taker
Wood got me coughing don't pull out no damn papers
What he got up in that Bape coat?
Big black Tec yeah, I call it the breath taker
[Chorus]
50 something shots out a MP, uh
Keep on shooting till I'm empty, uh
b*tch automatic Glock not a semi, uh
Keep shooting till the cops or a enemy come
We know every n*gga dying it be somebody son
When a f*ck n*gga die ain't no sympathy for 'em
Pop out empty the drum, empty the drum

[Verse 2]
Once I empty these drums ain't nobody gon' come
It's a body for me it ain't no one on one
And these n*ggas is b*tches they can't be my sons
But they come after me cuz they can't be the one
And I can't believe these n*ggas thought that they won
n*gga I'll never take a loss I'm A1
n*ggas want features I ain't doing fronts
They can come talk to the boss if they want
Ayy, pump shotgun in the front of my passenger
This how many bullets I pass at ya
Hit his neck up I'm Dracula
Buck shots be done ate up his Acura
Foe saw that boy chain it's a massacre
FN flip that boy like a spatula
Ayy, f*ck the opps you gon' hate I'ma laugh at ya