Energy
I been peepin' niggas energy
Trynna plot on all my moves
Ain't no clues, can't move how I move
Ain't no way that you a friend of me
Give a fuck bout them times
Fuck the memories, hear you trynna slime
Imma slime you in a memory
The shit that I dream is my memory
God gave me signs
That's the way that he was tellin' me
Gotta watch who I hang with heavily
Praying to the lord everyday
That's heavenly
Ain't have not a dime, not a penny
Hit my celly, and I pull up in a minute
What you tellin' me?
You tellin' me you real? Trynna steal from a G
Muh fucka, lemme tell you I'm the referee
I'll make the call, pull up in the second Jeep
Wrong move, might turn you to the deep
End, watch what you say bout KV
Real nigga in the field, can't change me
Been peepin' your style, that's stale B
Muh fucka, I'll kill you on a stale beat
Stop cap, talk facts, ion know what they told you
I'm in the whips with no keys, use to fold too
Talkin' clothes in the Matt, I done told you
I been rockin' with my four's too
And I ain't even gon' hold you
That's why when I smoke
Gotta roll two
Uhhh
In the booth with the semi
Yea, I'm lit now
Jealous, of my drip and my Chi-Pow
Coming, to my spot, that's a big foul
And one, show the replay
Talkin' shit? Fuck what they say
I'm in the pool with my drink
Feelin' tipsy
I put the ice in my cup, can't melt me
Staying cool, in the mood for some Icee's
Uhhh
Cool me down, cool me down, cool me down
Uhhh
Cool me down, cool me down
I been peepin' niggas energies
Trynna plot on all my moves
Ain't no clues, can't move how I move
Ain't no way that you a friend of me
Give a fuck bout them times
Fuck the memories, hear you trynna slime
Imma slime you in a memory
The shit that I dream is my memory
God gave me signs
That's the way that he was tellin' me
Gotta watch who I hang with heavily
Praying to the lord everyday
That's heavenly
Ain't have not a dime, not a penny
Hit my celly, and I pull up in a minute
What you tellin' me?
You tellin' me you real? Trynna steal from a G
Muh fucka, lemme tell you I'm the referee
I'll make the call, pull up in the second Jeep
Wrong move, might turn you to the deep
End, watch what you say bout KV
Real nigga in the field, can't change me
Been peepin' your style, that's stale B
Muh fucka, I'll kill you on a stale beat
Stop cap, talk facts, ion know what they told you
I'm in the whips with no keys, use to fold too
Talkin' clothes in the Matt, I done told you
I been rockin' with my four's too
And I ain't even gon' hold you
That's why when I smoke
Gotta roll two
Uhhh
In the booth with the semi
Yea, I'm lit now
Jealous, of my drip and my Chi-Pow
Coming, to my spot, that's a big foul
And one, show the replay
Talkin' shit? Fuck what they say
I'm in the pool with my drink
Feelin' tipsy
I put the ice in my cup, can't melt me
Staying cool, in the mood for some Icee's
Uhhh
Cool me down, cool me down, cool me down
Uhhh
Cool me down, cool me down
I been peepin' niggas energies
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Writer(s): Ke-shaun Cockburn
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