Chief Keef - Empty lyrics
Keith Farrelle Cozart
[Chief Keef - Empty lyrics]
I'm so motherfuckin' 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 niggas need to END the envy
And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me
Big stash in it, they think that it's empty
When a real nigga talkin', please don't speak
My watch tried to take your bitch from me
Dead 'mens in my pockets, all hunnid
Bitch, 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 shit, new money, new that
New this, new thot, new bitch
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 shit
I'm so motherfuckin' 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 niggas need to END the envy
And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me
Big stash in it, they think that it's empty
Big stash pot in the car for a fuck nigga
Soon as I see you creepin' up, I'ma bust
Nigga one thing about my pistol, we
Got lots of trust, nigga
He know he's a throw-away and
He don't give a fuck, nigga
Don't let my niggas catch you on that rough
Nigga
All these waves, I feel like I'm Puff, nigga
At the top it's just us, nigga
If you ain't with us
We don't really fuck 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
I'm so motherfuckin' 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 niggas need to END the envy
And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me
Big stash in it, they think that it's empty
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 niggas need to END the envy
And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me
Big stash in it, they think that it's empty
When a real nigga talkin', please don't speak
My watch tried to take your bitch from me
Dead 'mens in my pockets, all hunnid
Bitch, 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 shit, new money, new that
New this, new thot, new bitch
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 shit
I'm so motherfuckin' 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 niggas need to END the envy
And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me
Big stash in it, they think that it's empty
Big stash pot in the car for a fuck nigga
Soon as I see you creepin' up, I'ma bust
Nigga one thing about my pistol, we
Got lots of trust, nigga
He know he's a throw-away and
He don't give a fuck, nigga
Don't let my niggas catch you on that rough
Nigga
All these waves, I feel like I'm Puff, nigga
At the top it's just us, nigga
If you ain't with us
We don't really fuck 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
I'm so motherfuckin' 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 niggas need to END 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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