Energy

(You are now listening to DJ Meal Ticket)
Still here, the mixtape on the way
Rich, turn me up in the headphones
Meal Ticket, what up?
Gang, ayy

If a nigga in the mean, pussy nigga get sparked (Brr)
If you ain't from 'round, don't come in when it's dark (Gang)
You can't stand around me, you ain't got a lot of heart (Pussy)
I be swimmin' in the ocean, I could feed you to the sharks (Gang)
I be hoppin' out the coupe, sunroof lookin' like a shark (Shark)
I let her suck my dick, I tell the bitch to play her part
I hop up in this rap shit, I'm just tryna make a mark
And I'm aimin' for the throne, I ain't tryna take a charge
I be on the block, when I whip the Glock, Fetty Wap (Gang)
Got your bitch on the block, you can't save her, let her bop (Bop)
Pussy nigga get shot, they ain't runnin' to the cops
Say I'm runnin' out of time, I tell 'em tell it to my watch
Yeah, I kill a lot of shit but I never get my props (Never)
Don't wanna put me on 'cause I might take they spot (Pussy)
This ain't a sneak diss, you can take it how you want (How you want)
I'm talkin' real shit 'cause these other rappers don't
I be on the bricks, nothin' but them clips on the six (Gang)
Got them thirties with no kick, bodies drop, it make 'em rip (Brr)
And we smokin' out the bag, got the Tooka by the zip (Tooka)
I ain't fuckin' with no bitch 'cause I'm fuckin' every
Bitch (Let me tell 'em somethin' right quick though)

When you pull up on my block, you better talk before you do (Gang)
It's some shooters in the cover, peep them shooters on the roof (Huh?)
Make the wrong move, turn a four-door to a coupe (Damn)
But I bet that hundred round, that'll split
Him right in two (Look, look, look, gang)

We be on the six, yeah, we be on the six (Six-O)
Glizzy got lil' kickback, you need two hands just
To blow this bitch (Baow, baow, let's get it)
We be catchin' bodies, steady scorin'
Niggas know that shit (Niggas know that shit)
And I got on all my fuckin' jewelry like
A court of justice (Court of justice)
Call up Dotti, bro slide through, the
Opps be schemin' and shit (What up, bro?)
Fuck 12, tell 'em let go, all them
Demons and shit (Free the guys, man)
On Six-O, we be posted with fajitas and shit (Six-O)
Where every day hear ambulances and
Polices and shit (We always live, man)
Look, swear I'm from, y'all niggas totin', they kill (Uh-huh)
In that field all day, I got a hole
In my Timbs (Got a hole in my Timbs)
Shorties runnin' 'round with clips that be older than them (Grrah)
And they'll jam niggas souls, he a
Foe and a man (Niggas snitchin', man)
So free my shooters out, tell 'em free my shooters out (Free the guys)
Just bought some new poles, got some shit
That's blowin' through a house (Baow, baow)
Finessin' for no crack and for them bands, need a new account (Crack)
Dotti can't be boofin', that's some shit I
Never knew about (Boofin'-ass nigga, man)
What they talk about? Niggas just be talkin' loud (Huh?)
Flyin' down Lake Shore, I press that
Button, I'm a hawks now (Grrah, grrah)
Always out here, I ain't duckin', action
We get sparkin' out (On the gang, man)
Team 600, call me Dotarachi, bitch, that's all for now, let's get it

Man, see, the money is there
Damn, but y'all still can't give us our props?
Come on, man
Ask Dotti, I see you, my nigga
If it ain't the ticket stamp on that
Motherfucker, we ain't fuckin' with it