Lyrics Deer In Headlights - Enhance

Huh, bitch I done been the man
Ya lil bitches clones
You hit up my phone
You beef over me on the internet
While me and your hoe
She giving me dome
Me and your lil bitch getting intimate
Boy I'm in your home
Then you better go
Cus' I got a switch made of filament
Hoe are you feeling this
Hop in a sprinter van, I'm finna get it man
I mix up Rick and Raf and the Vetements
You gotta drop every month to stay relevant
I drop whenever I want boy they listening
Rock on me sediment, my word is testament
Broke boy head empty, got a deficit
2 red dots on me, they intelligent
I'm pouring mud in the cup and its evident
I put chrome hearts on my jeans
Uh, pour red in the cup make it bleed
Bro itchin' off percs he a fiend
Uh, hoe that could just never be me
Yellow the cup, the plug pour pee
And bitch I'm a dog, d-o-g
Lil bro wanna beef, with the OG
He a dear in headlights, d-o-e
Doe

Speakin' bout dough, get paper
I could smoke a bitch ass boy like vapor
My shooters pull up to your door, they cater
Hol' up wait, I gotta save sumn for later
I get the cheese and the bread, I'm a baker
You won't ever see me turn up with a faker
I saw your boy and he built like a freighter
Bro step on the earth he a goddamn shaker

Shakin' it, shakin' it, tremor
My bro cuttin' up like he got him a blender
My gun bisexual, don't care bout a gender
But it shoot a man or a bitch in the fender
Enhance too fye, burnin' with ember
Yo man too fake, that boy he a render
I could pop out, Popeyes, chicken tenders
Bitch I was first, you know I'm a mentor
Bitch I'm a mentor, you an apprentice
I'm in your lil bitch's mouth like a dentist
Bro mix up prescriptions, lil bro is a chemist
I set the record straight, hoe I might end up in Guinness
Free Young Thug, business is business
I'm in her presence like this shit was Christmas
Uh, new Glock nineteen top of my wishlist
Bro hit my line imma fuckin' dismiss it

Early dismissal
Shoutout my drac' that bitch got a kick, woah
Talkin' bout Drake, bro got a missile
I ain't gon' hit if you ain't got cake though
Wait though
Modern day profit, I'm mo' fuckin' Plato
Weird ass man, wearin' axe, like Kratos
Lil brodie wild, we gotta tame him
Lil brodie F1lthy, somebody wake him

Speakin' bout dough, get paper
I could smoke a bitch ass boy like vapor
My shooters pull up to your door, they cater
Hol' up wait, I gotta save sumn for later
I get the cheese and the bread, I'm a baker
You won't ever see me turn up with a faker
I saw your boy and he built like a freighter
Bro step on the earth he a goddamn shaker

Huh huh, shakin' it up
Huh huh, roll off a dub
Huh huh, free Young Thug
Huh, yeah, free all the guys, free all my slimes
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Yeah, yeah, bitch
I would rather die, than be like you
Braindead boy don't know 2 plus 2
Roll down the window, the choppa it shoot
Turn your bitch to a widow and work out her glutes
Lil bitch I'm a murderer fuck about you
I could make you drop off, like you Bruce
Woah, woah, woah, woah