Uh blunt smoke and bad table manners

Ina room with gun toaters with some flagent grammar

Speedy cars dark tents with a razor scanner

The inside is red swaid like the slay from santa

Uh got killers feel with anticipation

Say your mind body and soul on a trip to Satan

To conspire get your time for affiliation

You ain't getting money time is what you're really wasting

And they say a great mind is what can heal a nation

Do the mathematics my lifetime's a real equation

Three bitches one trap with the roof detached

And you niggas so smart now do the route to that

And we're super strapped and we shooting back

I got troopers that pack medal like rick rooven black

Say if you can count your money you ain't got enough

Seats recliners p***y minds what 'em bottoms up

'Till the death of us it's money over bitches

Leave the tags on the glass we styling on these niggas

Riding on empty you niggas riding on empty

Riding on empty you niggers riding on empty

When it comes to me

Niggers riding on empty 87591,-319)riding on empty

You niggers riding on empty when it comes to me

Die to the R you don't pose a threat naw

We all hot headed push that braze shit nine three

Stunting on these niggers 'till they sick of me what

And all my waist line is where the blicker be strapped

In the aston four door so we marvin on you niggas like resawar dogs birdgang

Sliding out the club about three or four 117591,-359)whores

There all getting pretty all three or four stales eat me up

You know my habits money guns and skeezers

My lil homie trigger happy nicknamed him 126461,-149)squeezer

Situation real knock the baby out the dipper

Say if you can count your money you ain't got enough

'Till the devils has hi money over bitches

Riding on empty you niggers riding on empty

Riding on empty you niggers riding on empty

Niggers riding on empty riding on empty