Vacant Inside

Ayy, yo Bans, what you cooking?

Empty, got vacant insides
So it's cold on the outside
When it's war, it's more cries
Forever ride with my people
We wonder why we losing
Wonder why she choosing
I don't gangbang, but I wish that I can see
So many drugs, my soul divide from me
All opps must die, that's what I believe
Get to the green, we count Christmas trees, yeah

Like poodles, I been in my bag lately (Been in my bag)
Don't want that coupe if it don't drag when I speed (Whip gon' crash)
Coach the game like Kerr, I talk cash when I speak (Steve Kerr)
Lean addict, I see codeine when I bleed (Speaker)
Got shooters and cannons, I give 'em the word and they weave
The man in town like I hang with Andrew Wiggins
New bitch, she a eater
I still brought my rocket and I fucked her with Ariza
We just gon' band that money, too hard keeping with these Visas
Got brand new DeJ, got Loaf, I hope they don't try me
One phone call, them bullets red like HIV
I know them niggas hate me, they treat me like Nazis
Ain't ever cooked no crack, still dyin' with my pot
A mattress without the springs, you probably still'd lie with me
I'll wash all your clothes, just don't get tired of me
I just want you to roll, just don't get tired of me, I

Empty, got vacant insides
So it's cold on the outside
When it's war, it's more cries
Forever ride with my people
We wonder why we losing
Wonder why she choosing
I don't gangbang, but I wish that I can see
So many drugs, my soul divide from me
All opps must die, that's what I believe
Get to the green, we count Christmas trees, yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Kobe Crawford, Joseph Boyden, Leonardo Mateus
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