Enemy

New bendz, All Friends
New Ride, Goodbye
New bendz, New Ride
New bends new ride old friends good bye
turnin up now we turning up been turnt this whole time
racked up slap a beam on the stick and it's burn time
fat trucks riding SRT's and yeah it's time to slide
packs up rolling up exotic yeah I'm getting high
Smoke smoke smoke smoke I'm getting fucking fried

Look me in the eye
Wait no don't look at me
Keep this burner on my side I'm staying w the heat
Ima king that's just some shit you could never be
So high but I'm still making a legacy
No it's not the bread for me
I just got this energy
Pour up the Hennessy
I know they gon envy me
Tippin back in action yeah I promise no one's catching me
I keep a k up on my side that's a necessity
Syrup in the faygo no you can't get the recipe
Choppa walkem down he think he tough and tryna step to me
Do sum stupid shit and see how quick I turn to enemy
I'm the enemy No there ain't no ending me
Fake shit I can't fuck it no it's dead to me
Brace face barrel to the mouth but don't know dentistry
I'm the enemy fuck it I'm the enemy
It ain't no ending me yeah I promise ain't no ending me
I'm the enemy said guck it's I'm the enemy

Smoke smoke toke toke I ain't going broke broke
They don't know tho I promise they don't know tho
Ice froze froze if it's no check in going home
Walk around with poles I'm in this bitch and I am one to blow
I'm not the one to call when it get cold no it's not my problem
Fucking with my gang that's NFO and nobody can stop us
T'ing up these shows I'm on the road and I'm counting my commas
I got road rage baby I got road rage
I told em go away I told em to just go away
Thumbing through these racks but I want more today
Drumming with these gats this bitch'll
Blow away
Sorry that I tax I'm just tryn make a way
Getting paid yeah you know I'm getting paid
Stay the same ima always stay the same
Running game you know that we running game
Runnin game you know that we running game



Credits
Writer(s): Roland Jackson
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