That Song (Bonus Track)

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