Empty Out (Reload)

Yeah

[Chorus: G.O.D Father Part III & Twin Gambino]

If its on dun, come with it

No matter what I'm flippin' see this gun that I'm grippin'

I'm about to throw the clip in and

EMPTY OUT! RELOAD! AIR HIM OUT QUICK!

EMPTY OUT! AIM STRAIT FOR HIS FUCKING HEAD!

I gets down, I'm with it

No matter what I'm flippin

See this gun that I'm grippin

I'm about to throw the clip in and

EMPTY OUT! RELOAD! AIR HIM OUT QUICK!

EMPTY OUT! AIM STRAIT FOR HIS FUCKING HEAD!

[Verse 1: G.O.D Father Part III]

You niggas want it

I got it, got it ready to give it to ya

Full blast empty reloaded controller set fast

Bitches get whiplash tryin to catch a quick glance

No time for romance, strenght like conan

Compare me to no man get with the program

Or get found somewhere in no-mans land

Never half step, slip get clapped up

Dont act up, I hit like a mack truck you want get back up

Light yo back up, its death when I map up

We mobb nigga force my hand he get jacked up

Applause for the cause you be in critical clapped up

Your body wrapped up (yeah) in a body cas-tah!

[Chorus: G.O.D Father Part III & Twin Gambino]

If its on dun, come with it

No matter what I'm flippin' see this gun that I'm grippin'

I'm about to throw the clip in and

EMPTY OUT! RELOAD! AIR HIM OUT QUICK!

EMPTY OUT! AIM STRAIT FOR HIS FUCKING HEAD!

[Verse 2: Ty Nitty]

(Jump Off Nigga...What Up..IM3...yeah...what up)

Ayo, jump off nigga

You ain't gone do shit

That ice grill you wearing don't scare me you lil' bitch

This ain't no movie script, this is real life

Ayo I'll catch you at the red light and give it to you right

You be layed out homie

Like Harold was a menus (what up!)

Brace you self, get the fuck up out the car

You know what it is, drop the keys on the floor

Your guts, your blood, all over the pavement

Soon you seen us pull up

You know you in danger

You crumbled up,(crumbled up) jumpin' in back of your truck

You scary ass nigga, your ass out of luck

[Chorus: G.O.D Father Part III & Twin Gambino]

If its on dun, come with it

No matter what I'm flippin' see this gun that I'm grippin'

I'm about to throw the clip in and

EMPTY OUT! RELOAD! AIR HIM OUT QUICK!

EMPTY OUT! AIM STRAIT FOR HIS FUCKING HEAD!

[Verse 3: Prodigy]

(Yeah...ayo... here it go...what up)

I'll get right down to business

We hands on niggas

I gotta be involved, gotta get mines (or I'm flippin)

What the fuck I look like, lettin you run around just living

What you think we infamous for

I'm about to show betrim

Nigga I ain't cut from cloth or cut from strands

Of DNA that will have bush shitting in his pants

P and H proved we can do this for years

We got lil niggas just finding out who we is

We got them bitches that jump on other niggas dicks

They feel like idiots when they hear our new shit (BITCH!)

We mobstas and gangstas boy

Every body in the world better know my voice

I am the news, we are whats happening now

I am the reasons these niggas having doubts

Ya'll know the reasons why y'all ain't coming around

Cause we are the faces you see when bullets take you out

[Chorus: G.O.D Father Part III & Twin Gambino]

If its on dun, come with it

No matter what I'm flippin' see this gun that I'm grippin'

I'm about to throw the clip in and

EMPTY OUT! RELOAD! AIR HIM OUT QUICK!

EMPTY OUT! AIM STRAIT FOR HIS FUCKING HEAD!

I gets down, I'm with it

No matter what I'm flippin

See this gun that I'm grippin

I'm about to throw the clip in and

EMPTY OUT! RELOAD! AIR HIM OUT QUICK!

EMPTY OUT! AIM STRAIT FOR HIS FUCKING HEAD!