Empty - Chief Keef

I’m so motherfuckin' true like I’m 2 Chainz\nRidin' in that Mayweather with your boo thing\nEvery summer I pop up with some new chains\nIn these Balmains, filled with them blue things\nAnd these hoes on my back like my Fendi\nYou niggas need to E.N.D. the envy\nAnd the troopers stop my car just to frisk me\nBig stash in it, they think that it’s empty\nWhen a real nigga talkin', please don’t speak\nMy watch tried to take your bitch from me\nDead 'mens in my pockets, all hunnid\nBitch, I’m sippin' right now, don’t even touch me\nNo, I’m not sippin' slow\nJust pass me the ball\nI’ma pick and roll\nI get that give and go\nI’m out there gettin' dough\nSosa what’s your goals? I don’t really know\nBut I know I want a new house, new shit, new money, new that\nNew this, new thot, new bitch\nEvery time I have mood switch\nNew Gucci, new Louis\nNew shirts, new pants, new kicks\nNew drink, new weed\nI’m surrounded by a bunch of new shit\nI’m so motherfuckin' true like I’m 2 Chainz\nRidin' in that Mayweather with your boo thing\nEvery summer I pop up with some new chains\nIn these Balmains, filled with them blue things\nAnd these hoes on my back like my Fendi\nYou niggas need to E.N.D. the envy\nAnd the troopers stop my car just to frisk me\nBig stash in it, they think that it’s empty\nBig stash pot in the car for a fuck nigga\nSoon as I see you creepin' up, I’ma bust, nigga\nOne thing about my pistol, we got lots of trust, nigga\nHe know he’s a throw-away and he don’t give a fuck, nigga\nDon’t let my niggas catch you on that rough, nigga\nAll these waves, I feel like I’m Puff, nigga\nAt the top it’s just us, nigga\nIf you ain’t with us, we don’t really fuck with you\nI’m countin' cash on my ten fingers or my ten toes\nWhen I wanna be low-key, I’m in that Land Rover\nYou can put me in detox, don’t think I’m stayin' sober\nJump in front of this metro train, and get ran over\nI’m so motherfuckin' true like I’m 2 Chainz\nRidin' in that Mayweather with your boo thing\nEvery summer I pop up with some new chains\nIn these Balmains, filled with them blue things\nAnd these hoes on my back like my Fendi\nYou niggas need to E.N.D. the envy\nAnd the troopers stop my car just to frisk me\nBig stash in it, they think that it’s empty