Big Energy!
Bitch!
973!
Jersey! (Big Newark)
Elevate your energy, it's gon' elevate your life
I ain't worried bout' who rock with me, i'm in control of my own fight
Why you keep talkin' down on me and yo' shit ain't even right ?
I be too turnt up
I could turn the club up (Aye-aye)
Bitch, I'm Big Energy
Pour that Casa' in my cup
Why you mad at me?
Cuz' ya girl wanna fuck
You better check ya bitch, it ain't my fault you tryna cuff
I'm gonna' heal and i'm lovin' the progress
I keep stackin' chips, pockets bigger than a fat bitch
On my way up, i'ma see you from a distance
Keepin' focus all on me, I been workin' on my business
Ain't about the money, we can't have a conversation
She tryna fuck with me, but my feelings on probation
My time about money, I don't care for no relations
I been on a journey, I got one more destination
Man, shut the fuck up, 'fore you die
I got that shit on, they know I stay fly
Eyes red cuz' i'm high
Bitch, i'm too lit, I don't tell no lies
Geeked up, in the functions
Tryin'' ya luck? You gon' end up with nothin'
I like her friend and i'm fuckin' her cousin
You tough on the gram, in real life, be bluffin'
I be too turnt up
I could turn the club up (Aye-aye)
Bitch, I'm Big Energy
Pour that Casa' in my cup
Why you mad at me?
Cuz' ya girl wanna fuck
You better check ya bitch, it ain't my fault you tryna cuff
I be too turnt up
I could turn the club up (Turn the club up)
Bitch, I'm Big Energy (And, i'm—, and, i'm—)
Pour that Casa' in my cup (Like, what? Like, what?)
Why you mad at me? (Like, what? Like what?)
Cuz' ya girl wanna fuck (Like, what? like what?)
You better check ya bitch, it ain't my fault you tryna cuff (Bitch, Finatic, Im So Slimee)
I be too turnt up (On bro')
I could turn the club up (The fuck?)
Two-point-five in a blunt, bitch, we ain't rollin' dubs up (The fuck?)
Takin' shots from the bottle, we ain't drinkin' from a cup (Nah)
Like, bitch, i'm fucked up (On bro')
Yea, i'm turnt the fuck up!
Okay (okay)
Okay (okay)
Now, i'ma pop my shit (On bro')
Six-piece, leave him tender, that's Popeyes shit (Grrahh-Grrahh)
Crisco, i'ma pop yo' shit (Grrahh-Grrahh)
Don't touch my cheese, that's not yo' (nacho) shit (The fuck?)
You'll get bagged, like Costco shit (Grrahh-Grrahh
Walk in the room, I spot yo' bitch? (On bro')
She leavin' with me, that's not yo' bitch! (That's not yo' bitch!)
On bro' (The fuck?)
Elevate yo' energy, it's gon' elevate yo' life (On bro')
Bitch, i'll cook a nigga like rice (Grrahh)
In My Mood, fuck Ice Spice (On bro')
I'm gon' lurk, bitch, I Spy
Off this Runtz, bitch, i'm high (I'm high)
Yo' deadmanz got me fried (I'm fryin')
Yo' deadmanz got me fried, like (I'm fryin')
I Say What I Want and I Do What What I Want, you know how I get it and get it (I get it and get it)
This shit on my hip, i'm totin' a grip, and all of my opps, i'm hittin' (Hittin')
These niggas was sleepin' on me, and I woke em' up, i'm makin' em' listen (Listen)
I'm stackin' that money, my pockets is full, so, you know i'm gettin' that chicken (Chicken)
I be too turnt up (On bro')
I could turn the club up (On bro')
I'm with Big Energy (Big Energy!)
Pour that Casa' in my cup (On bro')
Man, these niggas mad at me (The fuck?)
Cuz', they bitches be some sluts (The fuck?)
Lil bro', you better check ya bitch, it ain't my fault she tryna fuck (Bitch!)
I be too turnt up
I could turn the club up (Aye-aye)
Bitch, I'm Big Energy
Pour that Casa' in my cup
Why you mad at me?
Cuz' ya girl wanna fuck
You better check ya bitch, it ain't my fault you tryna cuff
I be too turnt up
I could turn the club up
Bitch, I'm Big Energy
Pour that Casa' in my cup
Why you mad at me?
Cuz' ya girl wanna fuck
You better check ya bitch, it ain't my fault you tryna cuff (Uh)