zotiyac – empty the drum lyrics
[intro]
shhmody
[hook]
50 something shots out a mp, uh
keep on shooting till i’m empty, uh
b+tch automatic glock not a semi, uh
keep shooting till the cops or a enemy come
we know every n+gga dying it be somebody son
when a f+ck n+gga die ain’t no sympathy for ’em
pop out empty the drum, empty the drum
[verse]
n+ggas don’t got no guns but they wanna go war?
the f+ck is you doing that for?
45 on the side of me i call ’em al gore
n+ggas be broke as f+ck and they stay unemployed
it ain’t my fault you n+ggas 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+tch’ll still f+ck 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+ggas’ll pull up all black with them red lasеrs
aye, blowing that b+tch 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 d+mn papers
what he got up in that bape coat?
big black tec yeah, i call it the breath taker
[hook]
50 something shots out a mp, uh
keep on shooting till i’m empty, uh
b+tch automatic glock not a semi, uh
keep shooting till the cops or a enemy come
we know every n+gga dying it be somebody son
when a f+ck n+gga die ain’t no sympathy for ’em
pop out empty the drum, empty the drum
[verse 2]
once i empty these drums ain’t n0body gon come
it’s a body for me it ain’t no one on one
and these n+ggas is b+tches 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+ggas thought that they won
n+gga i’ll never take a loss i’m a1
n+ggas 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 passenger
this how many bullets i pass 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 massacre
fn flip that boy like a spatula
aye f+ck the opps you gon hate i’mma laugh at ya
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