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skyte - energy! lyrics

[intro]
gang, gang, ew

[verse]
b+tch i ain’t the same one from back in seventh grade
to all the n+ggas on my d+ck, b+tch, i’m getting paid
way i shoot and steal, put me in the nba
walked inside the trap with 20, left that b+tch with 20k
n+ggas tryna dap me think we friends, they just in the way
b+tch, i’m tryna stack up all these m’s, flex it in yo’ face
how i used to be a l, now i know how winning taste
i’m like a kid at a birthday, i just want some cake
i get him gone, i don’t got no living enemy
do not try to be a sneaky, b+tch, i peep that energy
down bad hoe, i wouldn’t f+ck if there was ten of me
got my b+tches all in line, this ain’t no assembly
gs move in silence like lasagna, ain’t no italy
you a sad b+tch, welp, i don’t got no sympathy
in my bag, b+tch, living rich where i’m finna be
don’t gotta say a word
you a b+tch, it’s in your tendency
say the wrong thing, it’s yo’ life
someone call luigi, need a green beam on my pipe
i’m a skinny n+gga, f+ck i look like squaring for a fight?
she said she don’t make no bread
lil b+tch, you is not my type
green, money, clothes and guns only things i call my wife
i got way too many sons, i ain’t use my condom right
man your music f+cking buns, think you need a better mic
how i got so much funds, i don’t look
b+tch, i just swipe
i don’t look at no d+mn cost
i don’t don’t look at no d+mn prices, b+tch
she don’t wanna leave me, she said that i got the nicest d+ck
got so many bands i rack up, ain’t no isis sh+t
n+ggas cannot say sh+t with they chest, they just typing sh+t
man yo’ b+tch a thot, call that hoe my nut bandit
shawty talking way too much, i told that b+tch i can’t stand it
i’m a alien, ain’t no way that i’m from this d+mn planet
i’m might k!ll yo’ bro and f+ck yo’ sis
leave yo’ fam damaged, i don’t give a f+ck
every place you ever caught me at, got my semi tucked
you a b+tch, i see that in your face, n+gga, give it up
i’m a big dog boy, you just a lil’ pup
rip yo’ soul out yo’ shirt, then i send it up
all these n+ggas cat, mane, i call these n+ggas feline
i might leave a dent, way i hit it from the behind
b+tch, i’m with the gang, buzz louder than a beehive
keep going up, i got these b+tches tryna see why
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