Chief Keef - Empty lyrics

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Chief Keef - Empty lyrics

I'm so motherf**in' 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 feel with them blue things And these hoes on my back like my Fendi You n***as need to e.n.d the envy And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me Big stash and they think that it's empty When a real n***a talk and please don't speak My watch tried to take your b**h from me Dead 'mens in my pockets all hunnid me b**h I'm sippin' right now don't even touch me No I'm not sippin slow Just pa** me the ball I'm a pick and roll I'm out there getting dough Gettin off the dope Sosa where she goes, I don't really know But I know I want a new house, new sh**, new money, new dad New disc, new thot, new b**h All the time I ain't have a mood switch New Gucci, New Louie New shirts, New pants, New kicks New drink, New weed I'm surrounded around by a bunch of new sh** I'm so motherf**in' 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 feel with them blue things And these hoes on my back like my Fendi You n***as need to e.n.d the envy And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me Big stash and they think that it's empty Big stash pot in the car for a f** n***a Soon as I see you creepin' up I'm a bust n***a One thing about my pistol we got lots of trust n***a He know he's a throw-away he don't give a f** n***a Don't let my n***as catch you on that rough n***a All these waves I feel like I'm Puff n***a At the top it's just us n***a If you ain't with us, we don't really f** 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 staying sober Jump in front of this metro train, and get ran over I'm so motherf**in' 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 feel with them blue things And these hoes on my back like my Fendi You n***as need to e.n.d the envy And the troopers stop my car just to frisk me Big stash and they think that it's empty