Empty Bottles Chevy Woods (Ft. Wiz Khalifa)

[Intro]
(Excuse me, my good brother, I been meanin' to ask you for some advice)

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, leave it to me
Rollin' up weed, I keep it G as can be
Keep somethin' bad right in my seat
Then them niggas talk down but they can't even compete
See your dream car ridin' down the street
Shit I got on might be unreleased
Them niggas ain't who they claim to be
They just watch us every day, safe to say they just wanna-be's

[Verse 1: Chevy Woods]
Make somethin' out of nothin', perfected joints that I'm puffin'
I like my raps with substance, I prolly hit your cousin
I get it and split it equal, keep thuggin' it with my people
Hit once, she want the sequel
She call me cause she don't need you
She always text me a preview, backseat of the [?]
I brought her that brand new see-through
She understand how we do
She want me to Danny Glover, she said that this weapon's lethal
I'm knowin' that she don't miss you
You thought that shorty's a keep
She tryna flatter me like right now, I'm likin' her style
Plus I ain't had that bad lil' thing in a while
I had to rap to her like 8-Mile, I'm smellin' like loud
Married to the paper, been said my vows
Count it up after I'm watchin' it pile
I swear them hunnids keep on makin' me smile
I'm out here ballin', I ain't tryna get fouled
You know the streets, though
Gotta duck, plus keep the heat low
My shooters good like a Curry free-throw, yeah, mm