I ain’t lookin back nigga,
I’ma douche bag to these pussy ass niggas
Hammer in my draws, but I nail your bitch
Blunts like fingers, I’m bout to make a fist
Everybody die, go and bury me alive
Grab life by the hands, put the bullshit aside
Glock clip full like the moon in the sky
I’m at the gas station, adding fuel to the fire
Life ain’t shit, but bitches and money
I pass that weed, like I studd it
Bury me in fire and watch me phoenix
Highway to heaven, I’m taking the scenic
You tied to the track on my train of thoughts 
And controlling my thoughts is like taming sharks
And these hoes wanna kick it with me, I’m a sensei
And I’ve got fat pockets
You niggas in shape
Tools on deck, tattoos on neck
Life is a bitch, I make her your ex
Better turn to god, before I turn to godzilla
How the fuck you gonn talk shit, to diarheea
Motherfucker is on, I’m just rubbin em wrong
Put a bug in my ear, but not in her phone
I have a broke motherfucker run in your home
Before I come in to bone and put 
One in your dome, one in your dome
One in your dome, one in your dome
One in your dome, one in your dome

[Hook]
Empty stomach, full clip
I’m gonn get it, gonn get it
Empty stomach, full clip
I’m gonn get it, gonn get it
My trigger finger itchin, my trigger finger itching
My trigger finger itchin, my trigger finger itching
My trigger finger itchin, my trigger finger itching, lego

I don’t like to dream about getting paid
You ain’t gonn hurt nobody like getting played
Ain’t nothing sweet but the codeine nigga
Eyes hela red, like clorine nigga
I was getting that pussy, I was getting that money
Long hair don’t care, hacksaw jim duggin
Too high to take a breath, too high to take a step
2 rights don’t make a wrong, 3 rights make a left
The cops on my dick, the feds on my nerve
I walk it like I talk it, got legs on my words
If she don’t suck dick I don’t give her that dick 
Got the world in my hands, I’ma dribble that bitch
Money is the issue, fuck court pressure
I light my blunt, nutty professor
I’m a straight rider, with a getaway driver
Hit you dead on the money, now you dead on arrival 
I don’t fuck with these niggas, too old for new friends
But never too old for new money
These niggas buying hatorade, by the 12 pack
Like 2 stomachs, I’m laced up like 2 shoes miss goodie
Keep that ratchet nigga
Trigger finger itchin, I scratch it nigga
Blow your fucking brains out in traffic nigga
Got green new orleans, saint pattrick nigga
One bitch in the whip, one on the phone
The one on the phone, is in front on your home
She bout to run in your home and put 
One in your dome, one in your dome
One in your dome, one in your dome
One in your dome, one in your dome

[Hook]
Empty stomach, full clip
I’m gonn get it, gonn get it
Empty stomach, full clip
I’m gonn get it, gonn get it
My trigger finger itchin, my trigger finger itching
My trigger finger itchin, my trigger finger itching
My trigger finger itchin, my trigger finger itching, lego

Rest in peace to the game cause I’m fresh to death
Rest in peace to the game, tell em kill theyself
Make your death wish cause I’m too fresh
Cause I’m fresh to death, cause I’m fresh to death
You go broke tryina get fresh like this
Rest in peace to the game cause I killed it
I’m fresh to death, I’m fresh to death
You talking, I came out the coffin, yeah
I just can’t see myself, living in a house of mirrors
I bought me a double r, cause I went from rags to riches
And these niggas nag like bitches
Acting like little fags like richard
And all of my bitches be bad as vision
You got a problem I could fix it like a mathematician
I ammunition, call me ammo for short
Truckfit shirt, camo the shorts
Yoru girls is a freak, your man is a narc
With your son in your arm I put
One in your dome, one in your dome
One in your dome, one in your dome
One in your dome, one in your dome.


                          Thanks to Cody for correcting these lyrics