ENEMIES lyrics

[Pre-Chorus]
When these n*ggas don't win, it ain't beef, it's just jealousy
b*tch, what the f*ck is you tellin' me?
Red and white diamonds like I'm with confederacy
You heard he said what? Who said what, allegedly?
Just met your b*tch, she was fried off the ecstasy
Had to do what I did to return to my legacy
I throw that sh*t up, lil' b*tch, I rock everything
She gon' bring home that bag, okay, b*tch, yeah, it better be

[Chorus]
Diamonds bitin' heavily
Kicked out of school but dropped thirty in Beverly (Yeah)
I'm with a Latina b*tch and an Ebony
Workin' these b*tches, turn her to a felony
Squeezе on the glizzy, lil' b*tch, we got bettеr beams
No homo but Donny keep two in his Ksubi jeans
No photos but b*tch, I be higher than Billie Jean
Ice out my b*tch, I get fried and do bougie things, uh (Go)

[Post-Chorus]
Raf Simon jeans, I'm flooded, uh (Go, go)
Raf Simon jeans, I'm flooded, uh
Raf Simon jeans, I'm flooded, bih (Yeah, yeah)
Raf Simon jeans, I'm flooded, uh
Raf Simon jeans, I'm flooded, uh
Raf Simon jeans, I'm flooded, uh
Raf Simon jeans, I'm flooded, b*tch
Raf Simon jeans, I'm- go
[Verse 1]
Lil' b*tch, my range underrated, I f*ck around, shoot from the logo
I pull out the "Oh, no", the engine too loco (Yeah)
You n*ggas impressed, but I think that it's so-so
Keep that on the lowski
b*tch, I'm a 350 Boost, you a Roshe, don't ever approach me (Yeah)
'Less you got green, I need Benjis, for-shoski
You not gang, you not slime, you not kin or my broski (Gang)
Shoutout to folks, I turn up with my broski (Gang)
Told the b*tch to slide and turn up, we in Oakland (Gang)
They can't fit in the back, they like, "f*ck that", we ghost 'em
Slide through the hills, they be laughin' and posin'
b*tch, don't put me on Snapchat, I barely be postin' (Yeah)
Wolfin' and talkin' my sh*t, she a ocean
24/7, she up and she open
All my b*tches got Elsa, my diamonds be frozen (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Diamonds bitin' heavily
Kicked out of school but dropped thirty in Beverly (Yeah)
I'm with a Latina b*tch and an Ebony
Workin' these b*tches, turn her to a felony
Squeeze on the glizzy, lil' b*tch, we got better beams (Go)
No homo but Donny keep two in his Ksubi jeans (Donny)
No photos but b*tch, I be higher than Billie Jean (Donny)
Ice out my b*tch, I get fried and do bougie things (Go)
[Verse 2]
Raf Simon jeans, I'm flooded, uh (Go, go)
Who got that sh*t? I be runnin' it up, tell my label I need me a hunnid (Yeah)
Came from havin' no food in my muhf*ckin' pantry, I knew that I seen this sh*t comin' (Go, woah)
And I be around some dropouts, but they keep it lit, so I know they thumpin'
Teezo turned off the light, so they can't see it comin'
I look in the mirror to smile at my enemy
I'm trippin' off ball like it's ten of me
147Calboy, n*ggas envy me
Like why would I trip? My lil' bro, he my mini-me
b*tch, I live by that smoke, yeah, I'm damn near a chimney
Got a message, of course, what the f*ck they keep sendin' me?
I don't do all that talkin', get blood on my skinny jeans
Blew off his head 'fore I went J. F. Kennedy
Fist, wrist, whip like Jeep
My b*tch got a bag, she look a Kennedy
Swagger and money, the reason she into me
What that sh*t got in common? And a whole lot of synergy
But don't box me, I got a whole lotta weaponry
Lil' b*tch, I go cray, let me show you my specialty
Coke-white diamonds, Maison Margiela jeans
f*ck with your head, b*tch, we servin' telepathy

[Pre-Chorus]
When these n*ggas don't win, it ain't beef, it's just jealousy
b*tch, what the f*ck is you tellin' me? (I got my-)
Red and white diamonds like I'm with confederacy
You heard he said what? Who said what, allegedly? (Yeah)
Just met your b*tch, she was fried off the ecstasy (Go)
Had to do what I did to return to my legacy (Go)
I throw that sh*t up, lil' b*tch, I rock everything
She gon' bring home that bag, okay, b*tch, yeah, it better be (b*tch)
[Chorus]
Diamonds bitin' heavily
Kicked out of school but dropped thirty in Beverly
I'm with a Latina b*tch and an Ebony (Yeah)
Workin' these b*tches, turn her to a felony
Squeeze on the glizzy, lil' b*tch, we got better beams
No homo but Donny keep two in his Ksubi jeans (Grah, grah, grah, grah)
No photos but b*tch, I be higher than Billie Jean (Yeah)
Ice out my b*tch, I get fried and do bougie things (Go)

[Post-Chorus]
Raf Simon jeans, I'm flooded, uh
Raf Simon jeans, I'm flooded, uh (Go)
Raf Simon jeans, I'm flooded, uh (Yeah)
Raf Simon jeans, I'm flooded (What?)
Raf Simon jeans, I'm flooded, uh (Yeah, yeah)
Raf Simon jeans, I'm flooded, uh (Yeah, yeah)
Raf Simon jeans, I'm flooded, b*tch (Go)
Raf Simon jeans, I'm- (Go, bih)

[Outro]
Nah, bruh, I'm not gon' lie, my n*gga
If he don't drop the album, bro, we gon' raid the f*ckin' White House, bruh, 'cause what's up, DC?
What even- c'mon, bruh
n*gga, just go- look, look, look, bro
I'll- n*gga, I'll talk to- I'll talk to the muhf*ckin'- I'll talk to your manager, bro
I'll even talk to the n*ggas at Rostrum for you, bro, like c'mon, bro
Like, I'll persuade the n*ggas at Rostrum to drop the album, bro
Like, c'mon, bro, you shouldn't be holdin' off doin' this album for that long, bro, c'mon, my n*gga
You got bangers that- you- you got bangers in the vault that you haven't even released yet, c'mon