EMPTY DREAMS 2 (feat. KoruSe and CHMCL SOUP)

Lollygaggin' with my friends, how we goin’ on a stang
Laid back, relaxed, smokin' a fat mack, sippin' on some Tanq
Passin’ junts back-to-back, nigga wanna silly talk
Bitch get your ass out, them (...) finna commence the walk
I don't need no Ana' 'cause it kinda like blow my high
Test my fuckin' pimpin' like a ho and watch me make you cry
Gold this, Gold that, always gotta call my name
Nigga, is this pussy the only thing you know inside that brain?
I know I got you sprung, and you cum like an eighth grader
Fuckin' for a minute, and your nut comes out five seconds later
You old enough, you say you're tough, but yet you ain’t fulfillin’ me
Only thing I love in your pants, is your fuckin' crease
If it ain’t your weed, or your money that you wanna share
Be gone like a witch, and sorry, bitch, it's just a nightmare
The antidote that I smoke, can cause me to kill a man
Behold my title, homicidal, nigga, this ain't no Candy Land
A mind-control substance that be tellin' me to take a hit
Gangsta Gold, smoke me up, you know I can’t resist that shit
Glock tight on that ass for the nine five, I'm comin' clean
Straight up out the 'Crest, so yes, I'm smoked out on the fuckin' scene

Glock tight, smoked out
Means a nigga's quick to die
Glock tight, smoked out
If I can't get high
Glock tight, smoked out
If I see you chiefin' hay
Glock tight, smoked out
I'ma blow your ass away

If it's just a little wood, but not a bag, I buy a TEC
'Cause I can make that little wood put your stupid ass in check
I'm fiendin' for that dope, them chill buns got me chilly
A shotgun through my nose, I suppose, will have me actin' silly
Bud on my mind, mane, bud gets me crazy
As I inhale the smoke, I just go into a daze
Gangsta Gold, chiefin' hay, nine-mili on the side, gettin' buck
Smoked out, keep us high as a motherfucker, as she blaze a blunt up
Creepin' through the cut, with a yalk, try to make a stang
See we is on that dizzope, so we can't do a damn thing
Saw my niggas in the Click, walkin' down Shady Vista Street
We tried to make a move, but my nigga double G can't feel her feet
We gotta keep that high, as we smoke another junt or two
'Cause if you try to blow it, trick, I'ma have to serve you
Paranoid, can't you tell? Inked out is what I mean
Chiefin' hay got us fucked up, 'cause we smoked out on the scene

Glock tight, smoked out
Means a nigga's quick to die
Glock tight, smoked out
If I can't get high
Glock tight, smoked out
If I see you chiefin' hay
Glock tight, smoked out
I'ma blow your ass away