Empty lyrics

[Intro: SG Batman]
b*tch
Out West 290 sh*t, you already know how we rockin', n*gga
Solid gang, catch a motherf*ckin' body gang, b*tch
Yeah, b*tch, foenem

[Chorus: SG Batman]
I'ma tell your ass one time (b*tch), ain't gon' tell you again (You only got one time)
Watch your body hit the floor, you don't die, I'ma shoot you again (I'ma shoot you again)
This b*tch pus*y so good, you know I can f*ck her again (I'ma f*ck her again)
You want a war 'bout that ho, I'll bring your life to an end
f*ck I look like givin' in to a title? I just hit the b*tch
Ridin' around, I don't see my rivals, they ain't in this sh*t
I hit your block and I rock out the whole thirty, boy, we empty sh*t
Now a n*gga dead, everybody crying, n*gga say where they sent the sh*t

[Verse 1: SG Batman]
I don't wanna hear 'bout your problems, 'cause they ain't mine
When it's war time, all my n*ggas on a hunt full time
Got a n*gga sent off, got his life took tryna take mine
The street sh*t left me scared, pull a n*gga card, bet he can't pull mine
Double trigger on the nine, blow his brains out, now I see what's on his mind
n*gga, you ain't one of mine, you ain't Solid Gang, I'll hit you with that iron
You ain't out here, you be lyin'
Gettin' extorted, now you gotta pay a fine
The b*tch I came with fine
She know I'm a dawg, that's why I hit it from behind
pus*y ass n*ggas doin' sh*t for the clout
Say you want respect, well, you won't be getting mine
All them rented ass cars, bogus ass credit, boy, your ass won't be rentin' mine
b*tch, you know I ride around with Glocks, ridin' fishbowl, I ain't gotta tint mine
Ain't no fake it 'til you make it, b*tch, it's greatness in the making, I ain't gotta cheat mine
[Chorus: SG Batman]
I'ma tell your ass one time (b*tch), ain't gon' tell you again (You only got one time)
Watch your body hit the floor, you don't die, I'ma shoot you again (I'ma shoot you again)
This b*tch pus*y so good, you know I can f*ck her again (I'ma f*ck her again)
You want a war 'bout that ho, I'll bring your life to an end
f*ck I look like givin' in to a title? I just hit the b*tch
Ridin' around, I don't see my rivals, they ain't in this sh*t
I hit your block and I rock out the whole thirty, boy, we empty sh*t
Now a n*gga dead, everybody crying, n*gga say where they sent the sh*t

[Verse 2: Q Da Fool]
I get into sh*t, I be spinnin' sh*t
That clip, I finish it, lil' brodie witnessed it
I'ma walk down, b*tch, I swear that never fail
I know some sh*t that I'll never tell
b*tch, them bullets hittin', they hot as hell
5.56 make him flip like a cell
Free my lil' killer, they gave him an L
I wrap it up, make an M in the mail
If I catch a rat, I'ma cut off his tail
We pullin' up and we droppin' them shells
I put opps up top
I put a day one friend in a box
I'm over the stove and I'm making it lock
Spin broad day, b*tch, that take heart, uh
b*tch, we love to beef, we don't never hide
It ain't over 'til a n*gga die
So much murder make a n*gga high
I'ma up the chopper, make a n*gga fly
I'm a Rich Shoota, you just gettin' by
My handgun shoot French fries
She eat up the di*k 'til she cry
Pay thirty-five, I can get you a pie (b*tch)
[Chorus: SG Batman]
I'ma tell your ass one time (b*tch), ain't gon' tell you again (You only got one time)
Watch your body hit the floor, you don't die, I'ma shoot you again (Shoot you again)
This b*tch pus*y so good, you know I can f*ck her again (f*ck her again)
You want a war 'bout that ho, I'll bring your life to an end
f*ck I look like givin' in to a title? I just hit the b*tch
Ridin' around, I don't see my rivals, they ain't in this sh*t
I hit your block and I rock out the whole thirty, boy, we empty sh*t
Now a n*gga dead, everybody crying, n*gga say where they sent the sh*t