LoudPackSeason - Enemies

Woah
I got a lotta enemies
We turn them niggas to memories
I pop a perc gimme energy
30s and dirty the remedy
We doing niggas like kennedy
Send the same niggas back you sent fa me
Call the plug told him deady me (act)
In tune with the chef got the recipe
That's why they bitches check for me
I got get money tendencies
They know ima don shay on my arm after this im linking emily
In the trap getting becky
I get a p off r kelly
Gave her a e & I po'd up a 4 of the lean so I know that she ready
And if she ain't ready then she gotta get out the crib I ain't tryna be friendly (go home)
In my pocket a penny do this the harder way shit a get deadly
Jenny or demi or maybe its remy just know I get plenty
Walk around with a semi if he act up turn that boy to spaghetti (eww)
Only worried bout fetti if it ain't bennys don't even address me (racks)
Pulling up where your address be shooting clips like the emmy's
I got a lotta enemies
We turn them niggas to memories
I pop a perc gimme energy
30s and dirty the remedy
We doing niggas like kennedy
Send the same niggas back you sent fa me
Call the plug told him deady me (act)
In tune with the chef got the recipe
I got a lotta enemies
We turn them niggas to memories
I pop a perc gimme energy
30s and dirty the remedy
We doing niggas like kennedy
Send the same niggas back you sent fa me
Call the plug told him deady me (act)
In tune with the chef got the recipe
Wassup with ya mans like pulling sticks out like ba da da boom
Cus I got time today look I'll come around the way
They wanna know my whereabouts cus I'm around the way
So nigga please don't drive me crazy im a mile away
You know what time it is
Shit I pull up in that ghost like look what tariq did
And if I'm being honest I'm the youngest paying homage kid
Sic em then I sick em ima dog with many sinuses trunk space out
And I ain't no pup nigga wen I bark nigga imma dog her face out
I use to have the motorola with the motor rolling and the whole tank out
Cus niggas is dead to me and my enemies getting all chased out
Forgive and forget nigga but I make sure that I don't blank out
And don't forget to pull the blick out
A nigga almost thought he lost track But I took a whole different route
The way that I move nigga I move nigga can't get kicked out
The bullets just making hot plates see I gotta whole steakhouse
These niggas ain't no dine in nigga I got a whole take out
I gotta lot of enemies
We turning them niggas to memories
We know that they loving the energy
You know it's the loudpack trilogy
I'm stuck in la perla a villa scene
That's why all the mamis be lovin me
She gotta lil melon in her
And she loving the color green shit

Written by:
Christian Brown, Othello Kirkpatrick

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