Empty lyrics

by

Chief Keef


[Hook]
I'm so motherf*ckin' true like I'm 2 Chainz
Ridin' in that Mayweather with your boo thing
Every summer I pop up with some new chains
In these Balmains, filled with them blue things
And these hoes on my back like my Fendi
You n*ggas need to E.N.D. the envy
And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me
Big stash in it, they think that it's empty

[Verse 1]
When a real n*gga talkin', please don't speak
My watch tried to take your b*tch from me
Dead 'mens in my pockets, all hunnid
b*tch, I'm sippin' right now, don't even touch me
No, I'm not sippin' slow
Just pass me the ball
I'ma pick and roll
I get that give and go
I'm out there gettin' dough
Sosa what's your goals? I don't really know
But I know I want a new house, new sh*t, new money, new that
New this, new thot, new b*tch
Every time I have mood switch
New Gucci, new Louis
New shirts, new pants, new kicks
New drink, new weed
I'm surrounded by a bunch of new sh*t
[Hook]
I'm so motherf*ckin' true like I'm 2 Chainz
Ridin' in that Mayweather with your boo thing
Every summer I pop up with some new chains
In these Balmains, filled with them blue things
And these hoes on my back like my Fendi
You n*ggas need to E.N.D. the envy
And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me
Big stash in it, they think that it's empty

[Verse 2]
Big stash pot in the car for a f*ck n*gga
Soon as I see you creepin' up, I'ma bust, n*gga
One thing about my pistol, we got lots of trust, n*gga
He know he's a throw-away and he don't give a f*ck, n*gga
Don't let my n*ggas catch you on that rough, n*gga
All these waves, I feel like I'm Puff, n*gga
At the top it's just us, n*gga
If you ain't with us, we don't really f*ck with you
I'm countin' cash on my ten fingers or my ten toes
When I wanna be low-key, I'm in that Land Rover
You can put me in detox, don't think I'm stayin' sober
Jump in front of this metro train, and get ran over

[Hook]
I'm so motherf*ckin' true like I'm 2 Chainz
Ridin' in that Mayweather with your boo thing
Every summer I pop up with some new chains
In these Balmains, filled with them blue things
And these hoes on my back like my Fendi
You n*ggas need to E.N.D. the envy
And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me
Big stash in it, they think that it's empty
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