ENERGY! (feat. RoseGold)

I want him dead, I want his family dead I want his house burnt to the ground
I wanna go to the middle of nowhere with a bitch on a dick
Ay, I bet you no Sosa, he tall, black and ugly That nigga be rappin' his ass off
That Nina my buddy, I call her my scuddy You run up, she knockin' your mask off

Call me a thotty, bad bitch with a body Been on my pullin' that wig off
She keep on suckin' right after I nut her She nasty, ain't lettin' shit fall
Gotta watch out for the snakes for real Believe me, cause they be a downfall
Those be the niggas that talk about how I said, look, you be hopin' you fall off

Middle finger up to all the haters watchin' me, my nigga, I'm a ball hog
Always goin' off the dribble, nigga, I don't pass the rock, I'm a ball hog
Prove to me that you a demon, you rap about it, let me see it
I hate the lies y'all be tellin' in raps, you talkin' bricks, you never seen it

I'm really with killers and jackboys, post your block when you bleedin
Always thank you, Michael Jackson, bitch, go ahead and give me a reason
I'll let the Nina blow, rap his ass like a Petero
Scootin' easy off the pick and roll, I'm the devil at the crossroad

Make a deal, I'ma take the soul, he's roofin' it, you should've stayed at home
Talk to 12, you gotta pay for that, had a corner, pickin' shells out his dome
Hard body till he see the chrome, we really act, we gettin' busy, nigga
A lot of shit that's true, should leave alone, move around before we send a hitter

Put him on the news and make it known, we send a threat that we gon' come deliver
Told his ass, you should've stayed at home, now it's my mind, PC, nigga, get with me, nigga
I'm not a Barbie, I'm just a bad bitch, lowkey, they call me a savage
I need the guapi, I need the cabbage, bitches, they hate that it's tragic

I just be switchin' my fabrics, don't give a fuck what a bitch gotta say
I'm havin', I hit a lick on your man, he flexin' his money in cars, I might hit a stain
I just be makin' my plays, lowkey, I stay out the way, hope he not disdain
No, I can't kick it, I'm one in the stain, me bitch, it be fucker for fame

Bitch, it be fucker for fame, she goofy, she loose in her brain
I might cop a chain, I might cop a chain
He said he lookin' for me, she said she lookin' for me
I'm off the P, bitch, I ain't hard to find, I be on North Lowkey all the time

Bitches wanna hang with me, bitches wanna rap like me
Trap like me, you made it bad cause of me, bitches be trippin', you know how I be
You know how I be with these hoes, flow so cold
Hips like a leo, I'm rockin' a boat, B to his head, now he poppy a joke

Smoke in the air, you know how it go, uh, you know how it go, uh



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Writer(s): Ernest Mcgill
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