Raw Energy
(Ahh) okay, okay
(Ahh) huh
They want that Northside shit
R.I.P. to Jerry Springer, hope the drama died wit' 'em (ah-haha)
Hit the rolling loud stage fuck with DJ Five Venoms
Pop a Percocet ten, fuck my bitch to five rhythms
If you fuck with who I don't then I hope you die wit' 'em (bitch, huh)
I'm the biggest shit talker (huh)
Niggas broke and dumb, crashing out just like Paul Walker
I was young and dumb selling weed out my dawg's locker (whoa)
Laser on my pistol, walk around like I'm Skywalker (this that Northside shit bitch)
I just fucked this bitch now she crazy she a-blocked caller
I can't beef with you 'cause I heard that you's a cop caller
I'm the same nigga rich or broke with one dollar
Why this lil' bitch want choked, she had no father
Gallery department, this collaboration Lanvin' (victory)
If you rich and you know a nigga put a hand in (throw a fucking hand)
I need some fucking bricks, I called my dog let's go to Camden (go to Camden)
'Bout to beat the white bitch down like I'm OJ Sampson
Oops, I meant Simpson, I'm higher than the Simpsons (huh-huh)
My bitch said she miss me, so I asked her what's her symptoms?
My bitch said, "Dick fire," period end of sentence
This nigga said, ahh, I 'ont wanna hear fuck his message (argh, I got it)
Bitches hate me, John Tucker, niggas hate me all suckers
It's ten of y'all together, no bands, them niggas all busters
I fuck my bitch she get to creaming, damn the shit was all custard
I told them niggas catch up, but they can't, them niggas all mustard (argh)
My ego got my head big as fuck just like Peyton Manning
Text a bad bitch, then I ghost her call me Danny Phantom
Serve a full house of white shit, call me Danny Tanner (on my Danny Tanner)
My lawyer, Jewish but he like to joke, I call him Adam Sandler
My shoes 1,200 but my socks still mix match
My bitch want Hyde Park, but I want a Big Mac
I wear tight t-shirts like I got a six-pack
This a get money gut bitches wanna lick that
Who you working for coming round like where the bricks at
My cousin fresh home asking me where the licks at
How many niggas listening to this song know where they bitch at? (Where they at, nigga?)
How you wearing chuck Taylor's asking me where Rick at
You in ya feelings, I'm in my bag where you get rich at
You scrunching up ya face when you see wit ya bitch ass
Only time I'm ever looking down, nigga, at my bitch ass
Niggas claim they on my ass, I looked at 'em, haha, big laugh
Got 'em ass
Huh, they want that Northside shit, bitch
(Ahh) huh
They want that Northside shit
R.I.P. to Jerry Springer, hope the drama died wit' 'em (ah-haha)
Hit the rolling loud stage fuck with DJ Five Venoms
Pop a Percocet ten, fuck my bitch to five rhythms
If you fuck with who I don't then I hope you die wit' 'em (bitch, huh)
I'm the biggest shit talker (huh)
Niggas broke and dumb, crashing out just like Paul Walker
I was young and dumb selling weed out my dawg's locker (whoa)
Laser on my pistol, walk around like I'm Skywalker (this that Northside shit bitch)
I just fucked this bitch now she crazy she a-blocked caller
I can't beef with you 'cause I heard that you's a cop caller
I'm the same nigga rich or broke with one dollar
Why this lil' bitch want choked, she had no father
Gallery department, this collaboration Lanvin' (victory)
If you rich and you know a nigga put a hand in (throw a fucking hand)
I need some fucking bricks, I called my dog let's go to Camden (go to Camden)
'Bout to beat the white bitch down like I'm OJ Sampson
Oops, I meant Simpson, I'm higher than the Simpsons (huh-huh)
My bitch said she miss me, so I asked her what's her symptoms?
My bitch said, "Dick fire," period end of sentence
This nigga said, ahh, I 'ont wanna hear fuck his message (argh, I got it)
Bitches hate me, John Tucker, niggas hate me all suckers
It's ten of y'all together, no bands, them niggas all busters
I fuck my bitch she get to creaming, damn the shit was all custard
I told them niggas catch up, but they can't, them niggas all mustard (argh)
My ego got my head big as fuck just like Peyton Manning
Text a bad bitch, then I ghost her call me Danny Phantom
Serve a full house of white shit, call me Danny Tanner (on my Danny Tanner)
My lawyer, Jewish but he like to joke, I call him Adam Sandler
My shoes 1,200 but my socks still mix match
My bitch want Hyde Park, but I want a Big Mac
I wear tight t-shirts like I got a six-pack
This a get money gut bitches wanna lick that
Who you working for coming round like where the bricks at
My cousin fresh home asking me where the licks at
How many niggas listening to this song know where they bitch at? (Where they at, nigga?)
How you wearing chuck Taylor's asking me where Rick at
You in ya feelings, I'm in my bag where you get rich at
You scrunching up ya face when you see wit ya bitch ass
Only time I'm ever looking down, nigga, at my bitch ass
Niggas claim they on my ass, I looked at 'em, haha, big laugh
Got 'em ass
Huh, they want that Northside shit, bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Johnny Gaitan, James William Fedd
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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