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

[Chorus]
Empty, I don’t give a fuck ‘bout nothing, but the fam
We put some trees up, but they wasn't for Christmas
They vacuum sealed
That ho grip me tight, yeah, 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 is fake, yeah, I could tell by the jump man
I put the light on that boy, how that look just like a sun tan?
Yeah, by the money I'm possessed
This ain’t a Sprinter van, so don’t be a dumb man (Funds)
Empty, I don’t give a fuck ‘bout nothing, but the fam
We put some trees up, but they they wasn't for Christmas
They vacuum sealed
That ho grip me tight, yeah, jus’ like constriction

[Verse]
Green on— (Shh)
Green on me, I’m pickle
Got fire flyin' out of that chimney
Leave nobody up, they trippin’
Spray a crowd, now da ho ‘prolly empty
Ain’t nobody in the crowd, Eem Triplin
My dog on the bud like “Sick ‘em”
Gotta latin ho’ who like takis-s (Yeah)
I'm stakin', hiding in the bushes
Yeah, that ho try to ask for my business
Yeah, ho just asked if I’m Satanist
Yeah, you know a young n***a had to get it
Gambling, lost everything when you bid it
Five dropouts, they hoppin' out Civic
Lil’ Zay went crazy, he shitted
Fuck that ho’ once, she be saying she miss me
Had to risk that all for a biscuit
She'll put the whole cock in her mouth like chicken
She a freak and she nasty, she sickening
Young n***as hop out, yeah wit’ them blickies (Haha)
Young n***a coppin’ that ticket, hop out the car, yeah, Bentley a flickin’
Yeah, they ran up quick and you couldn't depict it
Put that fan up quick, no, they couldn’t restrict this
My brodie ran up on them, no, he couldn’t be a indicted
That's why I get high, yeah
I get high, yeah
So damn high, yeah
I ain't tryna think about peace
That's why I get high, yeah
That's why I get high, yeah
So I get high, yeah
[Outro]
Empty, I don’t give a fuck ‘bout nothing, (That's why I get high, yeah) but the fam
We put some trees up, (That's why I get high, yeah) but they wasn't for Christmas
They vacuum sealed (That's why I get high, yeah)
That ho grip me tight, yeah, jus’ like constriction
Empty, I don’t give a fuck ‘bout nothing, (Show you how, yeah) but the fam
We put some—
Empty, I don’t give a fuck ‘bout nothing
That ho grip—
Empty, I don’t give a fuck ‘bout nothing
Empty—
(Surreal Gang, on the funds)