Make Some Enemies Lyrics

For all the hustlers

Round the world

Gangsta shit Nigga

Drug Money in a Hearst

Rich gangsta own a church

Court room with no shirt

Run up on me get murk

See the Mac 11 in the court room

Holy Ghost inside a show room

When we was broke they forgot they knew us

Now it's God Money hallelujah

I had to go get some enemies

I had to make me some enemies

I had to trap with some enemies

I point that strap at my enemies

I knew them niggas wasn't no friend to me

I had to make me some enemies

I had to pour me some Hennessy

So I could go murder my enemies

What the fuck these niggas hollering bout who the king of the south

Pussy Nigga should've said us

Little Nigga stop running your mouth

Pussy boy get your bread up

Little mama being real real stingy with the pussy

She gone still give the head up

Fuck her from the back then I let the cam run

You should see me put my leg up

Got it on me and I'm gripping it

Got it on me and I'm shipping it

Got it on me and I'm flipping it

Got it on me and I'm whipping it

Everytime you see a Nigga ill as shit

I know you hear a Nigga getting it

Get get get getting it

Goddamn a Nigga getting it

I been hustling since birth

I create my own work

Had so many six six ways mama

Said I needed church

Fucked her off only fan page

I know I'm gifted but I'm curse

Lord forgive me for my sick ways

I stole her money out her purse Uhh

Drug Money in a Hearst

Rich gangsta own a church

Court room with no shirt

Run up on me get murk

See the Mac 11 in the court room

Holy Ghost inside a show room

When we was broke they forgot they knew us

Now it's God Money hallelujah!

I had to go get some enemies

I had to make me some enemies

I had to trap with some enemies

I point that strap at my enemies

I knew them niggas wasn't no friend to me

I had to make me some enemies

I had to pour me some Hennessy

So I could go murder my enemies

See that god money Shit I knew it would spread

Get stop by the twelve you know that I fled

I said what I did and I did what I said

I ask for support and they want me to beg

I seen what it was when they left me for dead

You wanna sell bricks little Nigga you scared

You wanna hit licks little Nigga you scared

You wanna take trips little Nigga you scared

Get the doe flip the doe cook the doe being broke ain't shit no more

Trick ya hoe pimp ya hoe tip ya hoe make her blow a Nigga like a 64

You want some more

OG do a pick and roll

Four for four OG hit a give and go

The sickest flow OG smooth as tippy toe

The illest mode I'm cooling than a fu…

I been hustling since birth

I create my own work

I Had so many six six ways

Mama Said I needed church

Fucked her off only fan page

I know I'm gifted but I'm curse

Lord forgive me for my sick ways

I stole her money out her purse Uhh

Drug Money in a Hearst

Rich gangsta own a church

Court room with no shirt

Run up on me get murk

See the Mac 11 in the court room

Holy Ghost inside a show room

When we was broke they forgot they knew us

Now it's God Money hallelujah

I had to go get some enemies

I had to make me some enemies

I had to trap with some enemies

I point that strap at my enemies

I knew them niggas wasn't no friend to me

I had to make me some enemies

I had to pour me some Hennessy

So I could go murder my enemies

You already know what we doing man

Lil haiti Sarasota Florida

Aka baking soda nigga

All the hustlers world wide