Empty

Yeah I can't tell what's real My minds is off of the pill Both hands is off of the wheel I'm coughing until I feel it Mouth off but you ain't with it Blast off I'm going to orbit I lost but I ain't forfeit I cross up my opponent She shaking from the blow It's hard for her to cope She Taking off her clothes Heartbeats start to slow And you ain't gotta pretend for me Handing me her soul got her feeling so empty I met this bitch then she went crazy she got ass she thick I smoked a blunt and then took off I swear my gas be lit These niggas different on god I swear they counterfeit I hear you talk down on my name I leave your shit split Them niggas bitches they don't really want no problems These niggas scared pop up and they all run At your door like delivery with a tall gun Little bitch nigga hit you like you my son I get that bag you know I get that checking I can't consider you family you wasn't invited in F*ck y'all that ain't blood I hit your shit quick I hit your bitch an hour later now she naked I can't tell what's real My minds is off of the pill Both hands is off of the wheel I'm coughing until I feel it Mouth off but you ain't with it Blast off I'm going to orbit I lost but I ain't forfeit I cross up my opponent She shaking from the blow It's hard for her to cope She Taking off her clothes Heartbeats start to slow And you ain't gotta pretend for me Handing me her soul got her feeling so empty I stay 10 toes with the bros You in there begging a hoe Blicky light u up on sight light them up like they was cold mac daddy making them choke 2-7 straight i don't fold You probably listen to what you was told Getting her higher we f*ck on the low Glizzy attached to a scope Pop it lil boy you a hoe Why yo bitch at all my show Credit card lining my blow She steady blowing her nose 5-0 just broke down the door Flush all the dope F*ck it yo we gotta go In love with the coco I know she a hoe hoe If yo wife ain't no hoe Why she give me cho cho Why she gimme low blow Want f*ck on the low low If yo girl a hoe hoe Bro she gotta go go I can't tell what's real My minds is off of the pill Both hands is off of the wheel I'm coughing until I feel it Mouth off but you ain't with it Blast off I'm going to orbit I lost but I ain't forfeit I cross up my opponent She shaking from the blow It's hard for her to cope She Taking off her clothes Heartbeats start to slow And you ain't gotta pretend for me Handing me her soul got her feeling so empty