Wiz Khalifa, Chevy Woods - Makin Enemies lyrics

(Beat that motherfucker up, Quad) yeah
(Ron Ron, do that shit) uh, huh

Man, this beat feel like Mike Jackson
I ain't punch one of you niggas 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'
Bitch on my line 'cause she like captain
Them niggas 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, fuck it
I might pass it
Bitch, it's TGOD, they're in a lot of caskеts
I'm with some niggas that fly
Private and own they mastеrs
I'm with some bitches that suck me
Good and throw it backwards
She want a nigga that go to Vegas and spend
It all, the type of nigga that go ghost
So call me Casper
I bought a engine so my shit 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 dick
She want it badly
But, you can't come to my room
You need security
2023, I'm fuckin' hoes and makin' enemies

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

Uh, put that bitch on the map
Now she think that she global
Bitch, don't nobody know you
You a pussy, you a bitch, you
A whole ho out here, in case nobody told you
I got no love for a bitch nigga
Oh, he a shooter, he a gunner
He a snitch nigga
I'm outside with the members gettin' rich
Nigga
Hood shit, red Kool-Aid, fried fish, nigga
(Whoop) ayy, I don't say much
Niggas know just how I carry it
No fun if the homies can't, so I'm sharin' it
I put that bitch on some fly fashion
Really didn't wanna hit it, I
Just might smash it, on God

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

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