Fill the Void

(Lucci, how you feel? Yeah)

(Lucci, how you feel?)

Yeah, uh

Yeah, I ain't got no ho card you can pull, play, we gon' get it goin'

If you ain't my ****, don't be worryin' 'bout what I get it for

I put all my work in for my Terry, who you hittin' for?

I dog all these hoes, they hit the door soon as I get annoyed

You ain't got no motion, I suppose that you go get employed

They gon' hear his shit and get addicted like they hittin' boy

Don't know what it is 'bout zippin' shit, but I seem to enjoy it

But who is you to judge? They took my boy, I'm just tryna fill the void

Who did it like me? Eighteen and rich, I'd say I did alright

Come from where it's vicious like a grizzly, slip and lose your life

All my beef on sight, I can't find it in myself to type

Or write no **** back when I can jump out, hit him with this pipe

I'ma live my life for all my guys who didn't get a chance

Dealt the cards they put inside my hand, it turned me to a man

You know your ass ran when he got slumped, no way you makin' songs

If I blow this pipe, then best believe bro 'nem gon' sing along

He only a gangster on IG, shit, we gon' raise his tone

Or it might be bullshit, I don't know, I'm still gon' send him home

They know what I'm on, before I started rap, I been a threat

And I'm gon' get active everywhere else but the internet

When you mention me, just don't forget that I got chicken stacked

Enough to make a **** just say, "Fuck it," leave his **** whacked

No hittin' back, I still'll call my chef, you know I been a problem

I ain't worried 'bout my opps, they know I'm out here, should've been done popped him

Ain't got it for no reason, keep my yeeky, I'm gon' get it poppin'

Y'all knew what it was, it took one song to get the city watchin'

Yeah, I ain't got no ho card you can pull, play, we gon' get it goin'

If you ain't my ****, don't be worryin' 'bout what I get it for

I put all my work in for my Terry, who you hittin' for?

I dog all these hoes, they hit the door soon as I get annoyed

You ain't got no motion, I suppose that you go get employed

They gon' hear his shit and get addicted like they hittin' boy

Don't know what it is 'bout zippin' shit, but I seem to enjoy it

But who is you to judge? They took my boy, I'm just tryna fill the void