Empty Thoughts

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Andy Kapps

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Yo, what up, what up, it's Andy Kapps
And uh, this is Empty Thoughts
It's not because my thoughts are empty at all
I'm just emptying my thoughts
Tooly on deck, like a hammer on a balcony
Pretty schizophrenic, I got microphones surrounding me
Feel a little paranoid from the THC
And I'll keep on spitting fire till I get on TMZ
Hopefully it's Worldstar, my whip look like your girl car
Looking pretty fine, man, I don't need a passport
I used to write my rhymes in high school, stuff them in my Jansport
I whoop they ass on top of that, I treat them like a poor sport
Snore, sure, every bar I spit I feel is critical
The work you putting in seems minimal
I'm taking a tablet like a kindle
Smoke a little weed, drink a little alcohol
But money's what I need, coming through like new teeth
All about the paper, like loose leaf
Puff, puff, pass it like Drew Brees
Crack flow, bitch, like under your shoe strings
Goddamn, why these boys pissed at me? These girls just wanna kiss on me
I'm thinking with my dick and I'm about to lose my dignity
Chilling with my bitch and she sucking on my brigantine
And when she think I'm done, she gargle like it's Listerine
Diamonds glowing like it's nicotine
Pinky rings shining like a motherfucking Krispy Kreme
You can get a shot and I ain't talking bout Jimmy Beam
I'm a fucking titan, I ain't never been to Tennessee
I'm the fucking dopest, hocus pocus
I just run this game like local DJ Karaokes
About to crash the party like a Ninja Turtle with a box of pizza and anchovies
Abe Lincoln's, Five o's watch me
Walkie-talkie, now I'm talking back, I'm getting cocky
So they checking out my neck and wrist and saying that I'm looking like I'm hockey
And it's funny, it's true
They can't stop me, so I'm getting money
Wayne Gretzky, two middle fingers up
F*ck anybody, go against me
Pockets deep like they eight foot
Money coming, money going
Na I tell it, stay put
Jab, cross, hook, going hard like a textbook
Call yourself players and you playing how the Jets look
I'm playing how the best should
Joe Montana, Jerry Rice
Andy Kapps I do it nice
Bout that paper like white on rice
Nah, I'm a fiend for the green
Let me get my cream
Dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Chuck the deuce out the limousine before I kill y'all
Long live the chief
We accomplishing the dream, I achieve
I just make it happen
I'm the big captain
All these paydays stacking with this rapping
And this fucking rocking, hip hopping
Third shift, empty thoughts
You playing possum

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