VERSE 1 : Enemy 

who the fuck said enemy cant switch up the beat
pull up on a mothafucka with the black beam
all the bad habbits makin a scene
swervin and curvin all these hoes 
oh please
223s extended magazines sellin zips of that tree
when i make up, my own mind maybe then i could rest
for the night
uh

these mothafuckas dont wanna test me
these mothafuckas dont wanna test me
 
these mothafuckas dont wanna test me, 
enemy, the realest of the g's...
she wants her skull fucked
then i pull up, gat is tucked
-- dont give a fuck i whip the coup
down the east o roads see my enemys and the homies

just a year ago, i used to plug for the money
kinda funny
fuckboys is running
fuckboys is gonna flex some 20s
fuckboys cant handle the muscle but they wanna tustle 
to hustle some clout 

VERSE 2 : Blokka

Bitch we right here
The fuck do you mean?
I got blades everywhere I swallow them clean 
Speaking of swallow 
Your hoe she do that
But then I drive myself home 
Where am I at?
She on the liters of lean
She downin’ em clean
She probably not gone wake up
Damn she OD
It’s just an unlucky 13 with a dirty sprite dream 
Look into the mirror and I’m seeing just a black beam
And I’ll be there when you sleep
Be there in your dream
Haunt you everyday 
Until you’re deceased
And when it’s 3 in the morning 
You’re thinking of me
I’m the shadow in your room
Monster underneath

FAT BITCHES DRIVING FORDS FT. Enemy (Prod. Goth Helma)

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FAT BITCHES DRIVING FORDS FT. Enemy (Prod. Goth Helma)

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