Energy Yatta (Ft. K.E.)

[Intro: K.E.]
That's that shit in me
Niggas hated on the low, they ain't no friend to me
Uh-uh, friend to me
Ace Bankz on the track
Yeah, that's that shit in me
They been hatin', uh, you ain't no friend to me
You ain't talkin' money, boy, you ain't no kin to me
No, ayy
Ace Bankz, turn up

[Chorus: K.E.]
Whoa, yeah, that's that shit in me
Niggas hated from the jump, they ain't no friend to me
You ain't talkin' money, I don't like your energy
If the window not tinted, don't mean I rented it
Huh? Yeah, I'm just tryna make a way
Free Zito, I just hope he beat that case
Money don't make you real, don't have me put you in your place
Pull up with that glizzy, put that bitch up to your face
(Ace Bankz on the track)

[Verse: Yatta]
Ayy, I hope my niggas beat that case
Yeah I hope they see the streets one day
Pull up on the opps and leave 'em DOA
I got my chips on Frito-Lay, gold check at KOD
Gets 'em 'bout a hundred feet, should call the centipede
Pull up or blow up, bitch, I ain't got time for renegades
Mixin' molly with my Minute Maid, ayy
Somebody just spiked my lemonade
You ain't no kin to me, can't eat off my dinner plate
I ain't with romancing, bitch, this ain't no dinner date
You gon' put them high heels on and hit the interstate
Man them packs have been up late, they got some with dealer plates