That Song (Bonus Track) ft. Marc Sauce, Dbonez & Paravida Lyrics

All my niggas coming for nothing but energy

Enemy

Call to Rhodey or call me the Don Che

Canopy

Throw it down or throw it to McCartney

Let it be

Let it be or you kiss on the Rollie

Yeah all my niggas coming for nothing but energy

Enemy

Call to Rhodey or call me the Don Che

Canopy

Throw it down or throw it to McCartney

Let it be

Let it be or you kiss on the Rollie

Chewing on a senzu bean

We charging up, she crawling back like she a centipede

My ice is frozen, kill point nine-nine like it's Listerine

And if they slack, we got'em

One on one, we pop'em

Shoot my shooter we clapping

Hit'em up and then we drop in kamikaze, no options

'Cause we on one

Energy, my potential is abundant

We moving like kinetic bro

Dirty water, swimming in the mud like Kuzenbo

Beating on my chest, I feel like Wukong with the flow

Ready, set, go, come, go

Let's get the cash, I do the digital dash

I feel like I if I'm Flash, I pull up and then I blast

I pull up and then I

All my niggas coming for nothing but energy

Enemy

Call to Rhodey or call me the Don Che

Canopy

Throw it down or throw it to McCartney

Let it be

Let it be or you kiss on the Rollie

Yeah all my niggas coming for nothing but energy

Enemy

Call to Rhodey or call me the Don Che

Canopy

Throw it down or throw it to McCartney

Let it be

Let it be or you kiss on the Rollie

The itty bitty titty biddies

Let me cop a feel

She got two C's on her chest like a shirt made from Chanel

Drip too cold unlike the flu

Corona diamonds

Other folks, they in the pews

All these rocks on my wrist looking like a grave digger

Lil nigga do not fuck with my guerillas or you end up getting lit up

Pistol firing Michael Myers'

I'm masked up like it's Halloween

While you lined up from the virus masked up for a new vaccine

Daisuki desu desu, senpai and sugoi

I got this Asian bitch, she playing with my dick like it's a toy

I destroy

Built strong like the soldier out of Troy

And I pray when I have a kid that god gives me a boy

I can't have no fucking daughters 'cause of niggas like me

Fucking bitches, making movies like that nigga Spike Lee

Wifey, wifey, trying to find a wifey

But I'm plotting busy thotting in the streets piping freaks

All my niggas coming for nothing but energy

Enemy

Call to Rhodey or call me the Don Che

Canopy

Throw it down or throw it to McCartney

Let it be

Let it be or you kiss on the Rollie

Yeah all my niggas coming for nothing but energy

Enemy

Call to Rhodey or call me the Don Che

Canopy

Throw it down or throw it to McCartney

Let it be

Let it be or you kiss on the Rollie

Light it up, spark it up

Light it up, spark it up

Get me high, high as fuck

Never coming down, never once

Everybody wanna live life

I'm trying to get to the next one

Don't give a fuck about the last one

Everybody go dancing

Jump man, jump man

Get me high in the booth

I'm about to get loose

Guess what we got juice

If you want some, have a sip

We don't give a fuck, have a shit

I don't give a fuck, have a seat

I don't give a fuck, fuck your bitch

Fuck your bitch, fuck your fam

Fuck everybody in your house now

I don't a fuck, this the new style

This that wild style

I'm a wild child, I'm proud

Get down or get loud

Get loose, give me the juice

Give me the gas, on blast

Over here and getting loud

Turn me up, turn me loud

Blasting off, Team Rocket

And you know that my team got it

Maximum, we not stopping

808, the beat rocking

Getting dome, that sloppy toppy

Give it to me that hot body

All my niggas coming for nothing but energy

Enemy

Call to Rhodey or call me the Don Che

Canopy

Throw it down or throw it to McCartney

Let it be

Let it be or you kiss on the Rollie

Yeah all my niggas coming for nothing but energy

Enemy

Call to Rhodey or call me the Don Che

Canopy

Throw it down or throw it to McCartney

Let it be

Let it be or you kiss on the Rollie

I got to see what the ruckus is underneath

I took a seat to feel the rumbling rubber under my feet

And in the heat of running the rhythm rapidly to the beat, I took a leap

Spewing verbs and amusements on the sheet

Bite down for a good time

Hit the pedal to the medal on the 405

O to six-O in two-dot-nine

Pushing 80 up to the 95

Windows up and she feeling fine

Pinkies up for the glass of wine

That's when I felt the crash of that bumper smash

And that liquor bottle went flying into the dash and back in her eye

Call that purple rain but inside

Joking aside, I turned back to find a light flashing blue into reds and white

Sir have you drank tonight?

No just my wife

That's a lie

Sir?

She's had a lot of wine

That's another lie

Sir, step outside

Turn to the right, hands out to the side

Toe into toe and you walk on the line

Ready?

One, uh, oh and he's, he's down

Okay, okay sir are you okay?

Sir?

I do it like my father, got to fake it 'til you make it right?

This that song you roll a Dutchie to

The song you get some cudi to

The song that stack your money, get your bunnies and a honey to

That song that you turn up

That song that you gon' bump

That song that make your speakers shake when that eight-oh jump

This that song you roll a Dutchie to

The song you get some cudi to

The song that stack your money, get your bunnies and a honey to

That song that you turn up

That song that you gon' bump

That song that make your speakers shake when that eight-oh jump