Empty lyrics

[Intro]
Krrrt, krrrt
(Surreal Gang, on the funds)

[Chorus]
Empty, I don’t give a f*ck ‘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 sh*t get real, I’ll tell you something (Uh-uh)
Empty, I don’t give a f*ck ‘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 f*ck ‘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 n*gga had to get it
Gambling, lost everything when you bid it
Five dropouts, they hoppin' out Civic
Lil’ Zay went crazy, he sh*tted
f*ck that ho’ once, she be saying she miss me
Had to risk that all for a biscuit
She'll put the whole c*ck in her mouth like chicken
She a freak and she nasty, she sickening
Young n*ggas hop out, yeah wit’ them blickies (Haha)
Young n*gga 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 f*ck ‘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 f*ck ‘bout nothing, (Show you how, yeah) but the fam
We put some—
Empty, I don’t give a f*ck ‘bout nothing
That ho grip—
Empty, I don’t give a f*ck ‘bout nothing
Empty—
(Surreal Gang, on the funds)