DC The Don - ENEMIES lyrics

When these niggas don't win
It ain't beef
It's just jealousy
Bitch, what the fuck is you tellin' 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 everything
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
Squeezе on the glizzy, lil' bitch
We got bettеr 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
Fuck that we ghost 'em
Slide through the Hills
They be laughin' and posin'
Bitch, don't put me on Snapchat
I barely be postin'
(Yeah)
Wolfin' and talkin' my shit, she a ocean
25/7, 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 runnin' it up
Tell my label I need me a hunnid
(Yeah)
Came from havin' no food
In my muhfuckin' pantry
I knew that I seen this shit 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, 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 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 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
But don't box me
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 servin' telepathy

When these niggas don't win, it ain't beef
It's just jealousy
Bitch, what the fuck is you tellin' me?
(I got my)
Red and white diamonds like
I'm with confederacy
You already said what? Who
Said what allegedly?
(Yeah)
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 everything
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 fuckin' 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 holdin' off
Doin' 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