Mute Energy

Yooooo (Yooo)
Skrrrr
Pluto, yeah let's go
Aye

I can't see (I can't see)
I can't breathe (I can't breathe)
I go deep (I go deep)
What I need (What I need)
I can't see (I can't see)
I can't breathe (I can't breathe)
I go deep (I go deep)
What I need (What I need)
She wanna be me (She wanna be me)
She wanna be me (She wanna be me)
She wanna be me (She wanna be me)
She wanna be me (She wanna be me)
He wanna be me (He wanna be me)
He wanna be me (He wanna be me)
He wanna be me (He wanna be me)
He wanna be me (He wanna be me)

Aye, he wanna play, send him to the doctor (Bah, bah)
That girl red, like some lobster (Red, red)
Talk down on the gang and we turn his brain to pasta (Let's go)
If he wanna play then we got sticks and we got choppas (Boom, boom)
I don't wanna bring it out but I might have to pop ya (Bah, bah, bah)
But if you is a opp then we might
just have to drop ya (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
Yeah, guitar in my hand so you know that I'm a rockstar
I told you this before but there's a whole lotta mobsters, yeah

I can't see (I can't see)
I can't breathe (I can't breathe)
I go deep (I go deep)
What I need (What I need)
I can't see (I can't see)
I can't breathe (I can't breathe)
I go deep (I go deep)
What I need (What I need)
She wanna be me (She wanna be me)
She wanna be me (She wanna be me)
She wanna be me (She wanna be me)
She wanna be me (She wanna be me)
He wanna be me (He wanna be me)
He wanna be me (He wanna be me)
He wanna be me (He wanna be me)
He wanna be me (He wanna be me)

Pussy ass nigga wanna be me
Bitch you can't, I'm too up
Imma skrt skrt skrt, dirt down yo block in the Bentley truck
Pussy ass nigga wanna talk that shit, nigga
Talk to my ruger
Bitch I got them booger sugars, have ya at them juggas
Bitch you cannot be me, I'm in a 'Ghini
Skrt off in a 'Rari, I'm in a safari
Imma go one high up on that bitch just like a oouu
Imma have your bitch and kick that oouu (Yeah)
Rockstar, rockstar
I'm not tryna be a fucking black star
Hit a high note but I'm still gangster
If you think you my ruger friend imma hit you prankster
Foul cloud, two in the head, bitch you a dead
Countin' that money, I'm countin' that bread
I'm fucking your bitch and she giving me head
I'm just talking out my ass, lil bitch I'm so funny
But you tryna talk that shit but you got no money
I got so many flows up on my flows
I got Givenchy shakes, they on my clothes
I got snakes up in my closet but I got them scammers too
If you run up on us imma do what them niggas do
You gone be up in my mentions, you gone be up in my song
Oh, they don't like me because my verse, it is too long
They say my verse, it is too long
Aye, I just do my own thing
Let my ice bling
I'm a cool ass nigga, bitch you see this diamond ring
I'm a champion
And I got it off the muscle
Aye, don't ask me for a feature if you wack
Don't say that n-word if you ain't black
That's a no no
I will take off your fro
Hit you with that go go
I'm in air like froyo

I can't see (I can't see)
I can't breathe (I can't breathe)
I go deep (I go deep)
What I need (What I need)
I can't see (I can't see)
I can't breathe (I can't breathe)
I go deep (I go deep)
What I need (What I need)
She wanna be me (She wanna be me)
She wanna be me (She wanna be me)
She wanna be me (She wanna be me)
She wanna be me (She wanna be me)
He wanna be me (He wanna be me)
He wanna be me (He wanna be me)
He wanna be me (He wanna be me)
He wanna be me (He wanna be me)

(It's high, alright, ahh)



Credits
Writer(s): Treyvis T'mon Evans
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