Lyrics ENEMIES - DC The Don

ENEMIES

When these niggas don’t win, it ain’t beef, it’s just jealousy
Bitch, what the fuck is you telling me?
Red and white diamonds like I’m with confederacy
You already said what?
Who said what allegedly?
Just met your bitch, she was fried off the ecstasy
Had to do what I did to return to my legacy
I throw that shit up, lil' bitch, I rock here
She gon' bring home that bag, ok bitch, yeah, it better be
Diamonds bite heavily
Kicked out of school, but dropped thirty in Beverly (Yeah)
I’m with a Latina bitch and an Ebony
Workin' these bitches, turn her to a felony
Squeeze on the glizzy, lil' bitch, we got better beams
No homo, but Donny keep two in his Ksubi jeans
No photos, but bitch, I be higher than Billie Jean
Ice out my bitch, 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, bitch
Raf Simon jeans, I’m- go
Lil' bitch, my range underrated, I fuck 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
Bitch, 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 bitch 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'
Bitch, don’t put me on Snapchat, I barely be postin' (Yeah)
Wolfin' and talking my shit, she a ocean
24/7, she up and she open
All my bitches 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 bitch and an Ebony
Workin' these bitches, turn her to a felony
Squeeze on the glizzy, lil' bitch, we got better beams (Go)
No homo, but Donny keep two in his Ksubi jeans (Donny)
No photos, but bitch, I be higher than Billie Jean (Donny)
Ice out my bitch, I get fried and do bougie things (Go)
Raf Simon jeans, I’m flooded, uh (Go, go)
Who got that shit?
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 shit
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
Bitch, I live by that smoke, yeah, I’m damn near a chimney
Got a message, of course, what the fuck 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 bitch got a bag, she look a Kennedy
Swagger and money, the reason she into me
What that shit got in common?
And a whole lot of synergy
I got a whole lotta weaponry
Lil' bitch, I go cray, let me show you my specialty
Coke white diamonds, Maison Margiela jeans
Fuck with your head, bitch, we serving telepathy
When these niggas don’t win, it ain’t beef, it’s just jealousy
Bitch, what the fuck 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 bitch, she was fried off the ecstasy (Go)
Had to do what I did to return to my legacy (Go)
I throw that shit up, lil' bitch, I rock here
She gon' bring home that bag, ok bitch, yeah, it better be (Bitch)
Diamonds bite, heavily
Kicked out of school, but dropped thirty in Beverly
I’m with a Latina bitch and an Ebony (Yeah)
Workin' these bitches, turn her to a felony
Squeeze on the glizzy, lil' bitch, we got better beams
No homo, but Donny keep two in his Ksubi jeans (Grah, grah, grah, grah)
No photos, but bitch, I be higher than Billie Jean (Yeah)
Ice out my bitch, 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, bitch (Go)
Raf Simon jeans, I’m- (Go, bih)
Nah, bruh, I’m not gon' lie my nigga
If he don’t drop the album, we gon' raid the fucking White House, bruh, 'cause,
what’s up, DC?
What even- C’mon, bruh
Nigga, just go- Look, look, look, bro
I’ll- Nigga, 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 nigga
You got bangers that- You- You got bangers in the vault that you haven’t even
released yet, c’mon