Energy

Lickwood means "rewind", gunshot means "forward"

You requested it so we rewind

Omelly what's up

Small side one-eight BH we straight

North side Burks what up

Philly!

I got enemies got a lot of enemies

I don't really fuck with these niggas in the industry

Know a couple niggas from the hood want to finish me

And put me on a t-shirt RIP and memory

So I'm riding around with a drum and a Glock

On the gram niggas said I couldn't come to my block

So I came through that bitch me myself in a drop

Niggas know they touch me bllllrrrrr something get dropped

Man I don't bang with these suckers I don't play with no hoes

I do the walk through for 60 and get like 80 a show

And I don't got out no single I thinking maybe they know

Meek Milly realest to do it and I can play at the floor ya heard

I got enemies got a lot of enemies

We fucking to Dej Loaf me you and some Hennessy

She gon' suck me off 'til she drain me of my energy

Flexing, it be fucking with these niggas mentally

Is Instagram hurting your heart nigga

VS stones on me still work in the dark nigga

Hundred and six shots pull up and park niggas

Jump in the big drop button to start nigga

Murder was the case that they gave us spanked it

Real niggas back in style they should thank us

All these rap ass niggas really wanksters

Real recognize the real you a stranger

Hoes sell their souls for some baller alert

Niggas and they fake jewels need a frauding alert

Put me on watch buster tell 'em all what its worth

Bet they say couple milli Audemar with the works

New roll bust down call that Big Meech

Every time I drop shit hot fish grease

Every time you drop it is not that heat

Called your album seven days boy that shit weak

Motivating the hood still hot in the burbs

Still getting this money they think we got them birds

Every time I spit that's a thousand a word

Spoke it right to the system they say its power in words

Nigga we chosen we was chosen

Me Omelly had them hoes in now its Rollses

Back to back screaming told ya niggas owed us

And they said they would expose us never showed us

Fuck them niggas though

I got enemies got a lot of enemies

They was just cooling with me hating call them frienemies

I ain't really tripping we got arms like a centipede

Cause if I lose my cool I could turn them into memories

I'm gone I said I'm gone

Be the same niggas hating on the

Chasers man we ain't put them on

Fuck them niggas though