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 f*ck 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 f*ck Never coming down, never once Everybody wanna live life I'm trying to get to the next one Don't give a f*ck 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 f*ck, have a shit I don't give a f*ck, have a seat I don't give a f*ck, f*ck your bitch F*ck your bitch, f*ck your fam F*ck everybody in your house now I don't a f*ck, 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