Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Enemies, artist - Yung Bans. Album song MISUNDERSTOOD, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Foundation
Song language: English
Enemies |
| Murda on the beat so it’s not nice |
| Hmm |
| Aye |
| Yeah |
| Hmm |
| Aye, yeah I got so many enemies |
| Aye, If I die today, is you gon' remember me, yeah |
| Go and get it or get got, it ain’t sent to me |
| Yeah, I done seen a lot, product of these streets |
| (Yeah yeah yeah yeah ah) |
| I can’t put my trust in you |
| I can’t put my trust in you |
| That Glock come dark skin |
| Caught a case, I was blocked in |
| Street shit, I was locked in |
| Came from them apartments |
| Gotta watch you plottin', cause niggas flodgin' |
| Bullets we dodgin', gotta take precautions |
| What you gon' do when you run out of money? |
| What you gon' do when you can’t serve a junkie? |
| Asked you once, «Do you really love me?» |
| Know you a snake, cause you snaked your cousin |
| I take drugs, prescription, how you love them niggas |
| Durkio tour official, we in a tour with' niggas |
| Them statements got your initials, I can’t get caught with pistols |
| Undercover agents, they were shoppin' with' you |
| I take a lock to get to, I take a lot to get to |
| This shit ain’t known to me, the streets ain’t foldin' me |
| This shit ain’t known to me, the streets ain’t foldin' me |
| This shit ain’t known to me, the streets ain’t foldin' me |
| This shit ain’t known to me, the streets ain’t foldin' me |
| Hunnid' thousand, all hunnids', young nigga been thuggin' |
| I been juggin', not juggin', came straight out the gutter |
| Pussy niggas with money, they get on my fuckin' nerves |
| Leave that bullshit for the birds, in a hotbox, gettin' curved |
| Momma told me, I ain’t learn, had to do that on my own |
| Ridin' with' that fuckin' chrome, this is why I wrote this song |
| I ain’t even write this song, swear this shit straight off the dome |
| Put the chrome to your dome, send ya' pussy nigga home |
| Aye, yeah I got so many enemies |
| Aye, If I die today, is you gon' remember me, yeah |
| Go and get it or get got, it ain’t sent to me |
| Yeah, I done seen a lot, product of these streets |
| (Yeah yeah yeah yeah ah) |
| I can’t put my trust in you |
| I can’t put my trust in you |
| Coffins, get some coffins (Coffins, yeah) |
| I’m tired of hearing all this talkin' (Tired) |
| Chalk in, get the chalk in |
| My dogs gon' bite, they ain’t just barkin' (Yeah) |
| Can’t trust her based of what she would do for a Birkin (Hell nah) |
| She from the hood, her cousin’s jackboys puttin' work in |
| When she met me, tried to tell me she a virgin (Me, cap) |
| Knew she was lyin' as soon as I seen her twerk it (Twerk twerk) |
| Can’t catch the ones from the sky (Work work, yeah) |
| I know that look in her eyes (I know) |
| Since my first milli, I don’t who I can trust dawg (Ye) |
| Feels like lately, all my loose ties gettin' cut off (Ye) |
| Ain’t tryna fuck lately, I’m tellin' bitches fuck off (Yeah) |
| Workin' hard, never dependent on no luck dawg (Yeah) |
| Celebate, the way I never gave a fuck dawg |
| Aye, yeah I got so many enemies |
| Aye, If I die today, is you gon' remember me, yeah |
| Go and get it or get got, it ain’t sent to me |
| Yeah, I done seen a lot, product of these streets |
| (Yeah yeah yeah yeah ah) |
| I can’t put my trust in you |
| I can’t put my trust in you |