Makin Enemies lyrics

[Intro]
(Beat that motherf*cker up, Quad)
Yeah
(Ron Ron, do that sh*t)
Uh-huh

[Verse 1]
Man, this beat feel like Mike Jackson
I ain't punch one of you n*ggas in the face 'cause I like rappin'
Don't jinx it though 'cause it might happen
Take some shrooms, roll a joint, then I'm right behind the mic snappin'
b*tch on my line 'cause she like captain
Them n*ggas say they in my lane, but I'm a V12, I move right past 'em
Céline shades, them the right glasses
The kind that work out, them the right asses
If you a member of the gang, f*ck it, I might pass it
b*tch, it's TGOD, they're in a lot of caskеts
I'm with some n*ggas that fly private and own they mastеrs
I'm with some b*tches that suck me good and throw it backwards
She want a n*gga that go to Vegas and spend it all, the type of n*gga that go ghost, so call me Casper
I bought a engine so my sh*t could go faster
I hit the pedal just once and you won't see me after
She wanna meet on the top floor, I tell her, "Gladly"
She heard about all this good di*k, she want it badly
But you can't come to my room, you need security
2023, I'm f*ckin' hoes and makin' enemies
[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Lot of mini-mes
Tryna steal my energy
I ain't chasin' hoes, I want the one that's into me
I ain't fake like those who ain't who they pretend to be
Two R's on the seat
She gon' let me beat (Beat, beat)
Now you wild in the streets
Used to be a good girl, now you a freak

[Verse 2: Chevy Woods]
Uh, put that b*tch on the map, now she think that she global
b*tch, don't nobody know you
You a pus*y, you a b*tch, you a whole ho out here, in case nobody told you
I got no love for a b*tch n*gga
Oh, he a shooter, he a gunner, he a snitch n*gga
I'm outside with the members gettin' rich, n*gga
Hood sh*t, red Kool-Aid, fried fish, n*gga (Whoop)
Ayy, I don't say much, n*ggas know just how I carry it
No fun if the homies can't, so I'm sharin' it
I put that b*tch on some fly fashion
Really didn't wanna hit it, I just might smash it, on God

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Lot of mini-mes
Tryna steal my energy
I ain't chasin' hoes, I want the one that's into me
I ain't fake like those who ain't who they pretend to be
Two R's on the seat
She gon' let me beat (Beat, beat)
Now you wild in the streets
Used to be a good girl, now you a freak
[Outro]
Yeah, just keep rockin' with us, keep reppin' Taylor Gang
Make sure you guys show up to any event that we have 'cause we gon' be, you know, doin' all of the new music there
And we would love to enjoy this with you live
Uh, no matter what country you guys are in, man
You in Puerto Rico, you in Brazil, you in France, you in Germany, you in Thailand
See ya