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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 motherfucking rich

Pockets on offensive lineman steady grinding any climate

All black Toyota Camry first whip

I got head in the front I fucked 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 fucking 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

Empty empty empty empty empty empty

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 fuck a rival

And hit the gas if we see lights fuck 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