Enemies (feat. GB-Mando)

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Shadle

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Uh, you niggas not the same
No we cannot link if you don't rock with gang
Mfs snitching on they bros that shit is not okay
This the type shit these hoes gon play to make they body shake
Nigga must be out his mind he must be out his element
Brodie gotta clip that trunk is longer than a elephants'
I been moving slow I came in sipping on some medicine
And I don't f*ck with niggas they be fake and that shit evident
Please don't stand close imma act up
If he reach for his piece make him back up
We got shit for you hoes trynna mask up
I rolled up the blizzy now I'm finna act up
From the pavement where its dirty
Niggas die before they thirty
Told my moms we really made it
Cuz the Rollie finally plated
Keep a tool like handy Mandy
Throw that shit up Peyton Manning
Test yo luck we get to sinnin'
Been a minute independant
First things first we gon get the cash
Then we finna spazz
On they ass
Shadle get the mask
Jaden pass the Mac
Jus like that
Get the fucking bag
Ball like Kobe Shaq
Roll with guys
With some heavy ties
I don't f*ck with mice
Test yo luck leave you traumatized
Dissing us ain't wise
Roll the dice
Better take advice
Before yo mama dies
Dig the grave
Fill that shit with pain
Imma head inside
All this hate I cannot maintain
Show me gon ride
On my side
Its a trombone
Strapped up with the instrument
And it play a good song
Don't drag me out my element
Come in with the ruger
Pull a sketch on the pavement
Hold on I hear arguments
Don't make me tap Shadle in
I got all the game & all the drip these pussies envy me
Imma keep it solid till I'm gone until the death of me
I be on my bullshit off the pour I'm sipping Hennessy
Niggas cannot knock my grind this shit been in my destiny
I cant f*ck with niggas cuz I got too many enemies
I put the drop in my sprite it got me on some energy
Yeah
That shit boosting my energy
Energy
Talk is cheap
Niggas I rolled up the g
I don't wanna talk if it ain't bout the cheese
I came in with my guap
I came in with my greens
These niggas don't want smoke
Because I'm with the team
I don't have no fucking kids
But she calling me her dad
She gon swallow all my seeds
Throat f*ck her till she gag
I got money getting disease
Im addicted to the sac
Filled my pockets up with cheese
Niggas think that imma rat
Filled my pockets up with cheese
That they think that I'm obese
I keep talking on this beat
And my karmas jus increased
I been grinding on my feet
Been a week without no sleep
She gon suck me till I'm weak
Till I bleed like a leech
Put that bitch on a leash
She my rider, she my dog
She keep puffin on this cock
Her new nickname baby frog
I don't know when imma stop
F*ck the top we go for more
All my bros really rock
Nigga where is the war

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