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Energy
Hip-Hop/Rap
Energy was released on October 10, 2019 by Shottafament. as a part of the album 10:10
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Album10:10
Release DateOctober 10, 2019
LabelShottafament.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM60

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Topshotta Rudeboi
Topshotta Rudeboi
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Troy Anthony Scott Jr.
Troy Anthony Scott Jr.
Songwriter

Lyrics

Shotta
Top Shotta Bru
Yeah
I do this song right here for haters who pretend to be
Actin' like they 'bout that life but these **** ain't from the C
They ain't no friend of me, they ain't no kin to me
All they do is envy me, tryna steal my energy
I do this song right here for haters who pretend to be
Actin' like they 'bout that life but these **** ain't from the C
They ain't no friend of me, they ain't no kin to me
All they do is envy me, tryna steal my energy
I don't care what these **** got against me
I bust all shots, fill a bitch empty
Fuck a mugshot, a pig can't catch me
I be duckin' all shots like KD
In the full force, shootin' brains
Bitch think it's a game, I be bringin' the pain
Slangin' the 'caine
Yeah, you know my name
Shotta
'Cause this energy I got, I feel it from my God
That's why I be goin' hard 'til my name is called
His mighty power got me glowin', feelin' some type of way
That's probably why these haters tryna take my life today
But it's a price to pay
Hold up 'cause I thought y'all know that
Keep fuckin' with Top Shotta Bru, boy
And catch all these shots in your face like Kodak
I ain't stuntin', lil' ****, I don't hold back
And I don't hesitate to leave a ****'s shit cracked
I smash down on them hoes like a Big Mac
Got 'em callin' me askin' where they bitch at
Fuck that, no rap, no chit-chat
I stay strapped with the gat for the click-clack
Hear shot, make a bitch **** get back
Like it ain't no juice line in that
Body drop, we keep toxic knots
Smoke 'em up like a Newport pack
Hot body, yeah, we got that, got
Hot body, yeah, we got that, got
Take the wheel, leave the money, no
We runnin' and gunnin' and kick down your door
Fuck all your bitches and murder your shows
We pack your ass up and send you to go
I'm Top Shotta Bru, boy, king of the trap
I'm runnin' my city, don't know how to act
And if you want problems, I'm lettin' you know right now
That I stay strapped 'cause
You ain't no friend of me, you ain't no kin to me
No need to call me bro, you ain't my family
All I see is enemies tryna steal my energy
Why they keep hatin' on me? Why they keep hatin' on me?
You ain't no friend of me, you ain't no kin to me
No need to call me bro, you ain't my family
All I see is enemies tryna steal my energy
Why they keep hatin' on me? Why they keep hatin' on me?
I do this song right here for haters who pretend to be
Actin' like they 'bout that life but these **** ain't from the C
They ain't no friend of me, they ain't no kin to me
All they do is envy me, tryna steal my energy
I do this song right here for haters who pretend to be
Actin' like they 'bout that life but these **** ain't from the C
They ain't no friend of me, they ain't no kin to me
All they do is envy me, tryna steal my energy
Written by: Troy Anthony Scott Jr.
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