WATTuP ENRGY!? Lyrics

Energy made this one

Let's go

What up, Energy

It's Rambo

My P.O. made me get a job. I ain't wanna work. Fuck a 9 to 5, hit the kitchen, put my wrist to work

I don't feel like doing shit today, put my bitch to work. That 10 mili go off better duck, cause these bitches hurt

Who got the xans and the lean you can keep the percs ,

Whip out my blick you make a move then you gon' need a nurse

Whip out my dick before I fuck, you gotta eat it first

I wouldn't buy that bitch a Happy Meal, you bought that bitch a purse

You caught that ho cheatin', now you tryna kill the bitch

Chubby chaser left a fat bitch and got a bigger bitch

Bag chasin', I won't stop trappin' till a nigga rich

Everybody got guns, bitch, and we got bigger blicks

Ayy, all my guns pack a punch

Clap a nigga, put him in a box like some Captain Crunch

You ain't tough, you is in jail, gettin' smacked and sunt

Ain't no one on ones, bitch, nigga, you gettin' packed and jumped

What the fuck I'm talkin' bout? We can shoot the ones

He threw some woozy ass shit and got his ass stunned

He caught a haymaker and ran to grab his gun

We put belt to niggas ass like a bad son

Aaaight fuck it ', I'ma spice it up a notch

Blowin Za pouring lean up in exotic pops

My girlfriend Dominican, I get exotic top

Used to be a broke nigga, now I get a lot of guap

My phone ringin' off the hook, I'm talkin' nonstop

Compliments to the chef, I cook straight drop

Cookin' dope and ramen noodles in the same pot

At the same time, it's in the crock pot

Off-white powder substance, look like coffee creamer

Broke ass nigga can't make bond for his misdemeanor

Old ass niggas over 30 still he still flippin' teeners

Beatin da bitch down from the back, gave that bitch a stinger

Had that bitch hittin' high notes, and she ain't a singer

I was off a honey pack and a half a beaner

Me and my bitch always scrapping ', we like Ike and Tina

She keep on askin' bout some hoes, and I caught amnesia

Damn, wattup energy

This beat came on, now I'm tryin' to go on a killin' spree

The Glock 29 came with a switch and the ARP

Got titties on the bottom of that bitch and they double D's

I'm finna pop up out the cut and make niggas bleed

I think this nigga givin' up is gettin' hard to breathe

I'm finna do a bare face so niggas know it's me

Then I put a mask on my face and go and hit my stings haaa !!