ENEMIES Lyrics – DC The Don
When these niggas don’t win, it ain’t beef, it’s just jealousy
***, what the *** is you telling me?
Red and white diamonds like I’m with confederacy
You already said what? Who said what allegedly?
Just met your ***, she was fried off the ***
Had to do what I did to return to my legacy
I throw that *** up, lil’ ***, I rock here
She gon’ bring home that bag, ok ***, yeah, it better be
Diamonds bite heavily
Kicked out of school, but dropped thirty in Beverly (Yeah)
I’m with a Latina *** and an Ebony
Workin’ these ***, turn her to a felony
Squeeze on the glizzy, lil’ ***, we got better beams
No ***, but Donny keep two in his Ksubi jeans
No photos, but ***, I be higher than Billie Jean
Ice out my ***, I get fried and do bougie things, uh (Go)
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, ***
Raf Simon jeans, I’m- go
Lil’ ***, my range underrated, I *** around, shoot from the logo
I pull out the “Oh, no”, the engine too loco (Yeah)
You niggas impressed, but I think that it’s so-so
Keep that on the lowski
***, I’m a 350 Boost, you a Roshe, don’t ever approach me (Yeah)
‘Less you got green, I need benjis for sureski
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 *** to slide and turn up, we in Oakland (Gang)
They can’t fit in the back, they like [?]
Slide through the Hills, they be laughing and posin’
***, don’t put me on Snapchat, I barely be postin’ (Yeah)
Wolfin’ and talking my ***, she a ocean
24/7, she up and she open
All my *** got Elsa, my diamonds be frozen (Yeah, yeah)
Diamonds bite, heavily
Kicked out of school, but dropped thirty in Beverly (Yeah)
I’m with a Latina *** and an Ebony
Workin’ these ***, turn her to a felony
Squeeze on the glizzy, lil’ ***, we got better beams (Go)
No ***, but Donny keep two in his Ksubi jeans (Donny)
No photos, but ***, I be higher than Billie Jean (Donny)
Ice out my ***, I get fried and do bougie things (Go)
Raf Simon jeans, I’m flooded, uh (Go, go)
Who got that ***? I be running it up, tell my label I need me a hunnid (Yeah)
Came from having no food in my muhfuckin’ pantry, I knew that I seen this *** coming (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 coming
I look in the mirror to smile at my enemy
I’m trippin’ off ball like it’s ten of me
147Calboy, niggas, envy me
Like why would I trip? My lil’ bro, he my mini-me
***, I live by that smoke, yeah, I’m damn near a chimney
Got a message, of course, what the *** they keep sending me?
I don’t do all that talking, get blood on my skinny jeans
Blew off his head ‘fore I went J. F. Kennedy
Fist, wrist, whip like Jeep
My *** got a bag, she look a Kennedy
Swagger and money, the reason she into me
What that *** got in common? And a whole lot of synergy
[?] I got a whole lotta weaponry
Lil’ ***, I go cray, let me show you my specialty
*** white diamonds, Maison Margiela jeans
*** with your head, ***, we serving telepathy
When these niggas don’t win, it ain’t beef, it’s just jealousy
***, what the *** is you telling me? (I got my-)
Red and white diamonds like I’m with confederacy
You already said what? Who said what allegedly?
Just met your ***, she was fried off the *** (Go)
Had to do what I did to return to my legacy (Go)
I throw that *** up, lil’ ***, I rock here
She gon’ bring home that bag, ok ***, yeah, it better be (***)
Diamonds bite, heavily
Kicked out of school, but dropped thirty in Beverly
I’m with a Latina *** and an Ebony (Yeah)
Workin’ these ***, turn her to a felony
Squeeze on the glizzy, lil’ ***, we got better beams
No ***, but Donny keep two in his Ksubi jeans (Grah, grah, grah, grah)
No photos, but ***, I be higher than Billie Jean (Yeah)
Ice out my ***, I get fried and do bougie things (Go)
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, *** (Go)
Raf Simon jeans, I’m- (Go, bih)
Nah, bruh, I’m not gon’ lie my ***
If he don’t drop the album, we gon’ raid the *** White House, bruh, ’cause, what’s up, DC?
What even- C’mon, bruh
***, just go- Look, look, look, bro
I’ll- ***, I’ll talk to- I’ll talk to the muhfuckin’- I’ll talk to your manager, bro
I’ll even talk to the niggas at Rostrum for you, bro, like c’mon, bro
Like I’ll persuade the niggas at Rostrum to drop the album, bro
Like c’mon, bro, you shouldn’t be holding off doing this album for that long, bro, c’mon my ***
You got bangers that- You- You got bangers in the vault that you haven’t even released yet, c’mon