[Intro]
Krrrt, krrrt
(Surreal Gang, on the funds)

[Chorus]
Empty, I don’t give a fuck ‘bout nothing, wit’ the fam
We put some trees up, boys be waitin’ for Christmas
They vaccum sealed
That ho been tight, jus’ like constriction
This shit get real, I’ll tell you something (Uh-uh)
Empty, I don’t give a fuck ‘bout nothing, act like you real, boy you a fake, yeah
I could tell by yo’ man
I put the light on that boy, how that look just like a sun tan?
Yeah, off the molly im possessed
This ain’t Spider-Man, so don’t be a dumb man (Funds)
Empty, I don’t give a fuck ‘bout nothing, wit’ the fam
We put some trees up, boys be waitin’ for Christmas
They vacuum sealed
That ho been tight, jus’ like constriction

[Verse]
Green on— (Shh)
Green on me, I’ma pick ‘em
Got a .5 fo’ they ass, I’m chillin’
Leave nobody up, they trippin’
Spray a crowd, not a ho, ‘prolly empty
Ain’t nobody in the crowd, Eem Triplin
My dog on the bud like “Sick ‘em”
Gotta learn ho’, like how she kisses (Yeah)
Yeah, and we stay hiding in the bushes
Yeah, that ho try to ask me my business
Yeah, ya’ ho just asked if I’m Satanist
Yeah, you know a young n***a had to get it
Can’t watch everything, its not your business
Walk up out, stay hot in my civic
Lil’ Zay went crazy, he shitted
Fuck that ho’ once, she be saying she missing
Had to risk that all for the biscuit, she gon’ put the whole cock in her mouth like chicken
She a freak and she nasty, she a sickmin
Young n***as hop out, yeah wit’ them blickies (Haha)
Young n***a coppin’ that ticket, hopout the car, yeah, Bentley a flickin’
When we ran up quick and he do pickin’
Put that fan up, couldn’t know they couldn’t restrict this
My brodie ran up on nothing, no, knew he couldn’t be a n***a
Show you how, yeah
I get high, yeah
Show you how, yeah
I ain't tryna be broke wit' you
Show you how, yeah
Show you how, yeah
Show you how, yeah
[Outro]
Empty, I don’t give a fuck ‘bout nothing, (Show you how, yeah) wit’ the fam
We put some trees up, (Show you how, yeah) boys be waitin’ for Christmas
They vacuum sealed (Show you how, yeah)
That ho been tight, jus’ like constriction
Empty, I don’t give a fuck ‘bout nothing, (Show you how, yeah) wit’ the fam
We put some—
Empty, I don’t give a fuck ‘bout nothing
Empty, I don’t give a fuck ‘bout nothing
(Surreal Gang, on the funds)