Chill - Empty Lyrics

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My pockets never on it block ain't never on it
All my comp getting stomped they forever on it
They can never eat stomach on E
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I'll shoot til this bitch empty shooters in a Buick Century
Bag on swole so full won't close
Soul empty no rules
Ay look I used to burn my baggies on the tip
So much work that shit look swollen hard to close em block was flowing
Big dreams of being motherf*cking rich
Pockets on offensive lineman steady grinding any climate
All black Toyota Camry first whip
I got head in the front I f*cked bitches in the back
Black 40 with a 16 shot clip
I used to pray a nigga front so I could send it at his hat I'm talking
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I'll leave your block so f*cking hot you'll think the devil sent me
This box of bullets came from Walmart plenty plenty
I'll have your family buying Halmarks in your memory
The money come first ain't no secret there
Once the bag get full we gon keep it there
At the bosses round table I'm gon keep a chair
If life's a gas tank this gon be how we compare you
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My pockets never on it block ain't never on it
All my comp getting stomped they forever on it
They can never eat stomach on E
Empty empty empty empty empty empty
I'll shoot til this bitch empty shooters in a Buick Century
Bag on swole so full won't close
Soul empty no rules
Check it out life was never easy we survived though
Even though the way we lived was suicidal
Kept automatic rifles like f*ck a rival
And hit the gas if we see lights f*ck the five oh!
Late night I see my enemies and ride slow
I'm out the window screaming all you niggas die slow
Said if I miss and he live bet he won't forget me
Cause we gon squeeze til it click click empty empty
Cash rules everything in my universe
Bag so full looking like it soon to burst
It got my old bitch competing with my new bitch
Mad cause she prettier and go a newer purse and hers
Is empty empty empty empty empty empty
You want the finer things in life bitch should've never left me
We on the other side look at them and look at us
Way above bitch the reason that you're looking up you
Empty empty empty empty empty empty
My pockets never on it block aint never on it
All my comp getting stomped they forever on it
They can never eat stomach on E
Empty empty empty empty empty empty
I'll shoot til this bitch empty shooters in a Buick Century
Bag on swole so full won't close
Soul empty no rules