CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Empty The Drum
Shhmody
50 something shots out a MP, uh
Keep on shooting till I'm empty, uh
B*t*h automatic Glock not a semi, uh
Keep shooting till the cops or a enemy come
We know every n***a dying it be somebody son
When a f**k n***a die ain't no sympathy for 'em
Pop out empty the drum, empty the drum
N***as don't got no guns but they wanna go war?
The f**k is you doing that for?
45 on the side of me I call 'em Al Gore
N***as be broke as f**k and they stay unemployed
It ain't my fault you n***as got parents that don't love you
If I was yo' daddy I wouldn't trust you
If I was yo' mama I wouldn't hug you
It's crazy that yo' b*t*h'll still f**k you
It's crazy I doubled my money up
I still ain't satisfied I need them big pockets
But look in my pocket a big rocket, if I was to c*ck it I would pop it
If you was to hold it you would drop it
If you was to tote it I would take it, if you was to takе it to that
Then my n***as'll pull up all black with them red lasеrs
Aye, blowing that b*t*h at yo' head taper
Take all the money and bring me the head later
Just got the text that's confirming his death
Yeah I think I might go get some head later
Smoking on gas like a meth taker
Wood got me coughing don't pull out no damn papers
What he got up in that Bape coat?
Big black Tec yeah, I call it the breath taker
50 something shots out a MP, uh
Keep on shooting till I'm empty, uh
B*t*h automatic Glock not a semi, uh
Keep shooting till the cops or a enemy come
We know every n***a dying it be somebody son
When a f**k n***a die ain't no sympathy for 'em
Pop out empty the drum, empty the drum
Once I empty these drums ain't nobody gon come
It's a body for me it ain't no one on one
And these n***as is b*t*hes they can't be my sons
But they come after me cuz they can't be the one
And I can't believe these n***as thought that they won
N***a I'll never take a loss I'm A1
N***as want features I ain't doing fronts
They can come talk to the boss if they want
Aye pump shotgun in the front of my pa**enger
This how many bullets I pa** at ya
Hit his neck up I'm Dracula
Buck shots be done ate up his Acura
Foe saw that boy chain it's a ma**acre
FN flip that boy like a spatula
Aye f**k the opps you gon hate i'mma laugh at ya
50 something shots out a MP, uh
Keep on shooting till I'm empty, uh
B*t*h automatic Glock not a semi, uh
Keep shooting till the cops or a enemy come
We know every n***a dying it be somebody son
When a f**k n***a die ain't no sympathy for 'em
Pop out empty the drum, empty the drum
N***as don't got no guns but they wanna go war?
The f**k is you doing that for?
45 on the side of me I call 'em Al Gore
N***as be broke as f**k and they stay unemployed
It ain't my fault you n***as got parents that don't love you
If I was yo' daddy I wouldn't trust you
If I was yo' mama I wouldn't hug you
It's crazy that yo' b*t*h'll still f**k you
It's crazy I doubled my money up
I still ain't satisfied I need them big pockets
But look in my pocket a big rocket, if I was to c*ck it I would pop it
If you was to hold it you would drop it
If you was to tote it I would take it, if you was to takе it to that
Then my n***as'll pull up all black with them red lasеrs
Aye, blowing that b*t*h at yo' head taper
Take all the money and bring me the head later
Just got the text that's confirming his death
Yeah I think I might go get some head later
Smoking on gas like a meth taker
Wood got me coughing don't pull out no damn papers
What he got up in that Bape coat?
Big black Tec yeah, I call it the breath taker
50 something shots out a MP, uh
Keep on shooting till I'm empty, uh
B*t*h automatic Glock not a semi, uh
Keep shooting till the cops or a enemy come
We know every n***a dying it be somebody son
When a f**k n***a die ain't no sympathy for 'em
Pop out empty the drum, empty the drum
Once I empty these drums ain't nobody gon come
It's a body for me it ain't no one on one
And these n***as is b*t*hes they can't be my sons
But they come after me cuz they can't be the one
And I can't believe these n***as thought that they won
N***a I'll never take a loss I'm A1
N***as want features I ain't doing fronts
They can come talk to the boss if they want
Aye pump shotgun in the front of my pa**enger
This how many bullets I pa** at ya
Hit his neck up I'm Dracula
Buck shots be done ate up his Acura
Foe saw that boy chain it's a ma**acre
FN flip that boy like a spatula
Aye f**k the opps you gon hate i'mma laugh at ya
