Enemies (feat. Ro$ama)

Aye
Yeah
Aye
Look, most of you niggas my enemies
No, you can never be kin to me
I keep a Glock for these niggas that's six feet deep in the dirt
They gon' have that boy six feet
Sliding it right, you could say that we drift it
Who you know hit a lick in Givenchy and Fendi?
And we ain't having that shit
It's just semi
Before I snitch, I'll tell 'em I'm guilty
I whip pussy, feel like Uncle Willy
That ho hopped on top, told the bitch pop a wheelie
Most of these niggas is pussy
They fear me
I fear God, better plus when you near me
Hey
Turn my back, throw the Glock, thatse a TD
Water my diamonds, I'm shopping with TD
I'm John Cena, these niggas can't see me
The fuckin' you hating?
You wanting to be me
Aye
Mama proud, I be all on her TV
She like when I smile and they zoom on my VVs
I'm super hard on a bitch like a real P
Still drink drank, screaming, "RIP Pimp C." Aye
Still ride, but that shit kinda risky
I'll sell the whole block to a fiend like Risky
Big booty bitch at the spot tryna frisk me
He with me so he get to bust when I'm empty
I got some rich partners, them niggas is simply
Having that shit, you could tell 'cause they with me
Can't beef with a nigga who pockets is empty
How you selling your gun but you trying to kill me?
Aye
They rappers, they all kinda silly
Talking all hard on the net but they really softer
Than a bitch and they ain't fucking with me
I'm really the hottest young Crip in the city
Aye
I keep a Drake like Josh
I was running the street before Saved by the Bell
At age eleven, I had put a gun to my head
Told myself I'll never be twelve
Bought a revolver to stack up my cheese
No macaroni, I'm keeping the shells
Told my lil' partner to give me the chopper
Before he start aiming at somebody else
I'm feeling like Rizzo, it's hot
I've been on that stove with my wrist in the pot
Insane asylum, my car is so crazy I'm
Putting the doors on suicide watch
I stuffed a Glock in the crown
Bitch, I was a dog before DMX growled
No sex in a circle, I don't fuck around
My rocks broken windows, I'm busting it down
Aye
Ninety-two stain V8
Hundred spoke Daytons, I'm ready to race
Young Money guns
I told Lil Wayne I'm putting these Nicki titties on a Drake
Fourteen K rose gold in my teeth
Patty belt chopper, I'm ready for beef
Restroom break, my stomach start hurting
Niggas know I'm the shit before I sat on the seat
Fuck from the back 'cause she know I'm a dog
Shark in the water, I play in her jaws
Head game crazy
Throat so good, she can suck peanut
Butter through a motherfucking straw
Groove know something, he been a G
Niggas got female tendencies
Crazy how you was my partner then shit
Got greasy, now you hang with the enemies
Damn
Bitch
Hold on
Hold on, bro
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Yeah
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