Enemies

(album: Trap Jack 2.5 - 2019)

Oh my
Oh my, look
Look

I smoke dope out the pound, no I don't need no zip
If the Henny ain't V.S.O.P, I won't sip
If your shorty some shoes, told that ass take a trip
Got two Dutch with two grids, that's two shots that won't miss

I keep a tab on enemies
They prolly think they a friend of me
Counting these bands, need ten of me
I feel the hate in your energy
Came in this bitch with a fucking bag
When you getting the dough, it's not hard to brag
I've been running these plays, don't throw a flag
Most of these niggas is pussy, it make me gag
Came into Marshalls, don't check the price
Send them bros at your head, like some fucking lice
And my heart is at rapping, don't say it twice
I remember the trap, I was rolling dice
Who's gon' make me stop this shit?
[?] navy, made me pop this shit
[?], he be robbing shit
Brand new blacked out whip
I'm on my Batman, jeans is Robin shit
Who gon' take this spot from me?
See me out in public, it look like I just won the lottery
Your girl say she love me, I say, "Baby girl, don't lie to me"
What? Huh, niggas be getting they bands up
I got your bitch in the Benz truck
I got the head, but I didn't fuck

I smoke dope out the pound, no I don't need no zip
If the Henny ain't V.S.O.P, I won't sip
If your shorty some shoes, told that ass take a trip
Got two Dutch with two grids, that's two shots that won't miss