Moving on- TMTProdzz & Yakstevo

Bigger Than Life

Enemy

Enemy (feat. Quinn Cubãn)

SWITCH // SWERVE

Cover art by tbonez 


Too much energy I can’t act right
Niggas talking shit can’t seem to keep me out their mouth 
Imma try and keep it simple
She’s a whore that’ll fuck you through the middle 
Bitch I ain’t got no time for your riddles 
Imma need some Ritalin 
Keeps me in my mind but you know I’m still killing shit 
Keeps me on a grind
I ain’t feeling too well 
I ain’t feeling good health
Anxiety got me feelin like I’m in a hell 
Gotta get two APs strapped to my belt 
Wanna come at me bitch imma drag you all to hell 
Ain’t a threat it’s a promise, no regrets stole her heart now she unconscious 
Put a wall up, barriers, no more tests it’s time to take precautions 
You wanna shoot first 
Nigga imma shoot back harder 
Like I shot in your bitch think I’m bout to be a father 

Let it breathe 
Let it breathe 
Let me breathe, uh 
You dreamin bout a bitch sittin on her knees for ya 
I’ll bust a cap in your head and I’ll let you dream further 
Run around with two glocks one for fun and your name on it 
Now excuse me for being disrespectful but I never asked your opinion in the end hoe 
“Sign my T-Shirt”
Get up bitch and go, I ain’t got no time to waste on some bum ass hoe 
Go and bow and touch your toes 
Imma treat you like a dog bitch go and fetch your bone 
Gonna stay in my zone 
Don’t you come in my zone 
Now im waiting for the one way ticket back home….
Don’t test me 

Too much energy I can’t act right
Niggas talking shit can’t seem to keep me out their mouth 
Imma try and keep it simple
She’s a whore that’ll fuck you in the middle 
Bitch I ain’t got no time for your riddles 
Imma need some Ritalin 
Keeps me in my mind but you know I’m still killing shit 
Keeps me on a grind
I ain’t feeling too well 
I ain’t feeling good health
Anxiety got me feelin like I’m in a hell 
Gotta get two APs strapped to my belt 
Wanna come at me bitch imma drag you all to hell 
Ain’t a threat it’s a promise, no regrets stole her heart now she unconscious 
Put a wall up, barriers, no more tests it’s time to take precautions 
You wanna shoot first 
Nigga imma shoot back harder 
Like I shot in your bitch think I’m bout to be a father 

Ay, ay 
I keep a choppa attached to me 
Turn your birthday to a tragedy 
Make that boy dance, choreography 
I might hit it from the back now 
Beat up the pussy like it’s smackdown 
Runnin like a fuckin track now
God damn this beat hard 
Yeah this chopper leave you dumb like a retard 
Your gang think they tough but they all fucking sweethearts 
One false move and the gang gon slide 
Kill that boy quick put his ass on vine 
Two bad bitches they legs intertwine 
Sippin on hard liquor I don’t drink wine 
I fucked that bitch just to hear the Hoe whine 
Two bad bitches on me I’m in my prime 
I do the Percocet she do the lines 
We don’t do flight we only fight yeah 
Spit when I handle the mic yeah 
I think it’s my time to shine….

SWITCH // SWERVE

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