ENERGIZE (feat. Trey Buchet & AyeeBee)
I might show aggression
I'm a lethal weapon
Hit you in yo' melon
Bitch I hang with felons
Send yo' ass to heaven
Boy who is you testin'
I might have to bless him
With this smith and wesson
Pass the news to my crew
They bring the goons like what it do
No time for talking
Straight to chalking when we pull up with that tool
Shoot him up like a school
Like mechanics loose screws
We putting preachers on their crosses
So we bring our hammers too bitch
Hit him with this melee
He gon' scream like mayday
Kick him like I'm Pele
Bitch this my payday
Beat is going cray' cray'
Bitch I'm yelling EEY EEY
Who the fuck is you
What you gonna say
Twenty clips thirty racks
Slit my wrist break your neck
Fuck your bitch slap your dad
And then I sell your mom some crack
Drastic now he trying to ride
Ratchet bitches always be telling lies
All these addicts only want to get high
Little bitch pull up if you're trying to die
I like to sneak up close
Stab him in his throat
Watch his body drain from his soul
But I like that tho
Gonna turn him to a ghost
Fly away little hoe
He gon' roll like rolly pol
After I snatch his soul he gon' fold
Fuck man that shit sounds like a joke
Keep talking like that
Might catch u some smoke
Take a deep breath
Because you're about to choke
Put that steel in your neck
Blow a hole in your dome
Watch his body hit the floor
I got a stick and a pole
That bitch tucked in my drawers
Fuck around and get poked
Got a gat and it spin like that
We gon' hit you and your gang back to back to back to back
I'm a lethal weapon
Hit you in yo' melon
Bitch I hang with felons
Send yo' ass to heaven
Boy who is you testin'
I might have to bless him
With this smith and wesson
Pass the news to my crew
They bring the goons like what it do
No time for talking
Straight to chalking when we pull up with that tool
Shoot him up like a school
Like mechanics loose screws
We putting preachers on their crosses
So we bring our hammers too bitch
Hit him with this melee
He gon' scream like mayday
Kick him like I'm Pele
Bitch this my payday
Beat is going cray' cray'
Bitch I'm yelling EEY EEY
Who the fuck is you
What you gonna say
Twenty clips thirty racks
Slit my wrist break your neck
Fuck your bitch slap your dad
And then I sell your mom some crack
Drastic now he trying to ride
Ratchet bitches always be telling lies
All these addicts only want to get high
Little bitch pull up if you're trying to die
I like to sneak up close
Stab him in his throat
Watch his body drain from his soul
But I like that tho
Gonna turn him to a ghost
Fly away little hoe
He gon' roll like rolly pol
After I snatch his soul he gon' fold
Fuck man that shit sounds like a joke
Keep talking like that
Might catch u some smoke
Take a deep breath
Because you're about to choke
Put that steel in your neck
Blow a hole in your dome
Watch his body hit the floor
I got a stick and a pole
That bitch tucked in my drawers
Fuck around and get poked
Got a gat and it spin like that
We gon' hit you and your gang back to back to back to back
Credits
Writer(s): Trey Buchet
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