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got enrgy - qponabeat lyrics

[intro]
(i got so much energy)

[verse 1: qponabeat]
slime a n*gga out like lil keed if i know he got it
used to rock vans, now it’s off*white and balenciaga
heard that n*gga plottin’, k!ll his plans with the pocket rocket
tie a n*gga up then beat him cold like my name was rocky
cut his hands off then put his heart up on the black market
tie the plug up then take his funds and buy a aston martin
told bro that ain’t no pressure, put that weed down
glocks depressed, soundin’ like i’m tryna hold a sneeze down
b*tch, pull your pants back up and put your knees down
n*ggas use they height to hand when they see me around
racks, tryna infiltrate the trap ’cause it’s cheese ’round
white girl playin’ in the snow, it ain’t no skis ’round
b*tch ate the whole gang up like ms. pac*man
n*gga only got weed in his trap, how you the pack man?
chillin’ in the trap with my shooter, that’s my wack man
black as h*ll, walk down with a strap, i think i’m gat man
took my white boy out robbin’, think i’m batman
got slimed with a green mask, shooter slatt man
white girl playin’ with them racks ’cause her onlyfans
boy, that ain’t your dog sh*t, that’s your homie bands
high as h*ll lookin’ for a opp through the carti’ vision
n*ggas smoke my weed without me, hook him like we fishin’
brodie tried to poa jugg, now he on television
i just upped some sh*t on ig, look like your daddy pension
n*ggas upped some sh*t on ig and now that n*gga missin’
had to turn the beat down ’cause that b*tch was clippin’
put my wrist inside the bowl, nah, i ain’t mixin’
really out here ballin’, you need off*white [?] to kick it
[verse 2: babytron]
yeah, okay
me and stan in the a sh*ttin’, we the doo*doo crew
doin’ two*hundred from the cops yellin’ “toodle*oo”
treat your head like the gun range when we shoot at you
how ironic, just spent two g’s on some gucci shoes
supreme balaclavas back to back, can’t tell who is who
b*tch got that one head, she blew my socks through the roof
apple glitch, couple profiles, i went two for two
stuck at the bottom of my bag, b*tch, i’m super glue
thirty floors up, in the loft, this a super view
it’s your mindset, just hustle, boy, you choose to lose
f*cked all the hoes in high school, i was the coolest dude
steppin’ in the function, old money with the newest [?]

[verse 3: stanwill]
ayy
undisputed with the punches, b*tch, i’m floyd may
we don’t run around with water guns when we let toolie spray
flashin’ blue strips, all the hoes know that boy paid
broker than a b*tch, don’t give a f*ck ’bout what boy say
racks in the rental, turned the jetta to a bandwagon
edd dropped, got n*ggas hoppin’ on the scam wagon
you a ham, f*ck some dap, b*tch, we not hand slappin’
gucci, louis, dior, i got n*ggas thinkin’ stan trappin’
plastic with the chip, in store, i’m a jam addict
bent her over, lil’ b*tch said the d*ck was fantastic
sniper with the beam, we gon’ f*ck around and blam after
n*ggas d*ck suckin’, i ain’t beefin’ with no ham sandwich
[verse 4: babytron, stanwill]
f*ck around and stretch him out, mr. fantastic
i ain’t never worked a 9 to 5, i get scam active
on my fly sh*t at tsa, givenchy backpacked it
paid nine*fifty for an x on my black jacket

- qponabeat lyrics

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