Rome Streetz, SmooVth, CRIMEAPPLE - Enforcers lyrics

Authorities say the Ochoa drug
Organisation was responsible for
The bombing of the US Embassy in Bogota
Last year, the assassination of
Colombia's attorney general
And now the murder in the Louisiana
Of the man who is perhaps the
Most important undercover drug informant ever

For your life I give two fucks
Rats get laid under white sheets
Like the Ku Klux
Shooters cruise up, bust the Ruge
Lift your roof up
For speaking on whatever niggas do
That’ll get you touched
Nigga you fool, fuck whoever love you
I ain't a killer but I know a couple
That'll send hollow slugs out the
Muzzle through your muscles
Live from, where we hustle
Double bucks and bust moves
If I never knew son
I serve him with a murder one
Put the work in the phone booth
Tell ’em drop the funds
Acting shifty, cock the gun
If you see a copper, run
Rule one in the slums
Better hold your tongue
Can't trust any buyers, they rocking wires
And many cameras attached to they attire
So keep your eyes open, sharp reflexes
The streets reckless (Waa)
See the narcs in the (Waa) jeep Lexus

I been bubblin', I can't look back
My vision
More nuclear fission whenever I cook crack
I went from struggling to buy hood wraps
Make chickens to a rich chicken buying me
A kitchen off of good wraps
And that, takes a, minute gettin' used to
I'm used to riding the emmy bus
Pocket full of Al -deucecrew
But I ain't approve
Flew higher cuz I ain't ride the usual
Now I just flip the bird
In the booth going coo-coo
And then I treat the bird
Face like toasted shrudel
Sometimes I make my stomach hurt like
Strike with the fake yoo hoo
And everything I write crucial
I’m tryna buy a land in Peru
While you actin’ frugal in Honolulu
You now rocking with illest in the omniverse
I let the broccoli burn
And kick the automatic body verse
It's like I’m really only
Speaking in wasabi terms
I gave the chicken teriaki
Salami made the punani squirt
Romantic, maybe one day I'll be in church
Saying vows, but for now
I'm just tryna fuck Kehlani first
I still recall a time I wouldn't tell
You where to find the merch
I had the Bombay brown, that’s Punjabi work

Headed to Baltimore in the Ford Explorer
But it's gonna cost more
If I gotta get it to Florida
Shit is horrible
Stress that comes to me from work
I got a pound and cut it up
Hit the town and went berserk
Green crack, move fast, china white and purp
Sit and watch me serve
A whole block of herbs
Since I was wheelin' in bikes
Used to pop the curb
My nigga O had the coo, whole flock of birds
Save the war stories, we are not concerned
I see you fucks got a lot to learn
Bread that I ain't even touched yet
Stuck behind the sheet rock
We used to bang on the table
And spit heat rock i rocksteady bee-bop
I know Pirus as tree-top
Money higher than the tree-top
We get low when police watch
Cuz I ain't tryna get touched
Unless a bitch wanna' fuck