Kap-G - Energy Freestyle lyrics

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Kap-G - Energy Freestyle lyrics

[Hook 1] I got enemies, got a lotta enemies Come into the southside, you gon need you an itinerary Mama keepin faith in a migo Do it B.I.G you see the faith in a migo [Verse 1] I got girls in real life who I tell to come over And my partner keep them hands like every day is October You ain't pimpin' if you gotta show that you in a Rover Same migo scoop a b**h in my Toyota Corolla I'm from the South like Dakota, young migo might fix ya motor Young migo sippin' Coronas, I keep them bands like a Jonas I don't know you, please do not call my Motorola I got shampoo b**hes, they give me head and shoulders [Hook 2] I got enemies, got a lotta enemies Go to San Antonio, i'm ballin like i'm Timothy They tryna take the wave from a migo Que dios te bendiga, please pray for a migo [Verse 2] I'm straight from Atlanta where we pour dirty Sprite Man they k**in' all our people man it's time to unite See I used to be a baller now I'm k**in' these mics Know some robbers who run with the j**els like k**er Mike If you go to Mexico they got connects like Wi-Fi In my city they'll leave your shirt lookin' tie dyed Make the top disappear like magic, tie dye Call me Carmelo, keep a 7 like I'm LaLa Migo stay ballin', yeah I used to rock the Dadas Same b**hes used to diss me, now they call me Dada My watch match my Jeremy Scotts, yeah migo time flies You can't walk a day up in my shoes, these my size Mama whippin' up tamales, yeah with the masa Wasn't with me from the bottom, I don't owe you nada Chevy so tall I need a ladder just to climb out Like I'm jumping off a cliff every time I hop out Honda got the Lamborghini doors when they pop out I ain't tryna take the pout route, just the pot route R's on my pockets, yeah you know I bring the rocks out Pink polos like I'm Kanye, College Dropout Ain't nothin' changed, I been like this since elementary The lines that I'm spittin' just like poetry, you know a G Tameka, Tia, and Alina, I know that they mad at me My b**h so bad I cut off all my sides, Mr. T [Hook 3] I got enemies, got a lotta enemies Shorty how i'm feeling, mix the cola with the hennnessey f** border patrol, i swear they tryna get rid of me Kickin sh** like FIFA, throw my flag up like a penalty