Energy
Aye, damn wait damn
It's Tom wait damn
And I'm still posted on the 9 lil bitch aye
I got time too look
Bitch I'm smoking on the gas, we smoking pack aye
You get robbed you get shot down if you lack
No trusting a bitch, or you get stabbed in yo back
I been catching plays, and I been running up that sack aye wait
Wait bitch, I make it spread
You get hit wit lead
You get hit in ya head, aye damn
Stretched out uh, leave a nigga dead aye
Punch a nigga out like Debo, and bitch I'm Craig aye wait damn
And I been catching plays all day
Hit a nigga wit the cutta' now he got a bald fade
Damn, my bro was trappin' out the hallway
And he ain't never had a job, he got it the hard way damn
Spin yo' block and den' we spin again
We hit ya friend, can't get you? I'm after many men
Hop in a Benz, now we swervin' but I stay on 10
Free all the savages and the real niggas up out the pen
I know that shit ain't fair
And they won't get they time back, the jakes they don't care
The grill I put up in my mouth gon' look like chandeliers
The opps' don't never come outside I think them niggas scared
I up the glock, pop up on they block they disappear
You niggas always on my page, man you niggas weird
I put a beam up on the sight, so it can see the fear
I spend some racks up on yo' bitch, she out her underwear
It's Tom wait damn
And I'm still posted on the 9 lil bitch aye
I got time too look
Bitch I'm smoking on the gas, we smoking pack aye
You get robbed you get shot down if you lack
No trusting a bitch, or you get stabbed in yo back
I been catching plays, and I been running up that sack aye wait
Wait bitch, I make it spread
You get hit wit lead
You get hit in ya head, aye damn
Stretched out uh, leave a nigga dead aye
Punch a nigga out like Debo, and bitch I'm Craig aye wait damn
And I been catching plays all day
Hit a nigga wit the cutta' now he got a bald fade
Damn, my bro was trappin' out the hallway
And he ain't never had a job, he got it the hard way damn
Spin yo' block and den' we spin again
We hit ya friend, can't get you? I'm after many men
Hop in a Benz, now we swervin' but I stay on 10
Free all the savages and the real niggas up out the pen
I know that shit ain't fair
And they won't get they time back, the jakes they don't care
The grill I put up in my mouth gon' look like chandeliers
The opps' don't never come outside I think them niggas scared
I up the glock, pop up on they block they disappear
You niggas always on my page, man you niggas weird
I put a beam up on the sight, so it can see the fear
I spend some racks up on yo' bitch, she out her underwear
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Writer(s): Tommy Gunz
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