ak juice – enemies lyrics
aye, aye, aye
wrap ‘em up just like it’s christmas, you on my hit list scorpion, b+tch imma finish
nle feel like a menace
yo shorty l!ckin’
know that that choppa be bl!ckin
grown ass n++++ you b+tchin’
just like some b+tches
lurkin’ on kim k’s insta
shorty gon take me a picture
look like a snicker
run up get capped like a fitted
doin’ this sh+t for my family
if you an enemy
run up get cooked like a recipe
shorty gon l!ck on my sesame
that n++++ testin’ me
gotta defend on my legacy
switchin’ so that n++++ dead to me
too much insanity
choppa gon shoot at you rapidly
said we got beef but he dappin’ me
stop all that cappery
choppa gon bake like a bakery
speakin’ just like im a preacher
he get mad, she get mad, they get mad
b+tch i get heated
broken faucet, choppa leakin’
“ak tweakin’, that n++++ swear he a demon”
ak n++++ on the lyrics
hear that “ak” then my n++++ you know he gon k!ll it
bob the builder, said he drillin’
he ain’t did it, that n++++ saw it, a witness
hop on the beat i get jiggy
yo bitty friendly
n++++s be b+tches, they petty
you ain’t no k!ller, you sissy
yo glock pretty
gimme that sh+t, you ain’t’ wit it
n++++ gon say im a b+tch?
touch on my momma or brother if you on that sh+t
better not touch on sh+t
promise, on brodie you do it you gonna get hit
n++++s don’t know how i get
caught me a loss and a couple, but ian no b+tch
young turnt n++++, i’m p+ssed
stay out of drama, it find me, the world on my d+ck
f+ck it, i might ‘well get lit
get me some bread and go boxin’ and get me a stick
said that i wouldn’t be sh+t
now look, yo momma and shorty be bumpin’ my sh+t
n++++s don’t know how it is
devil come to get you, demons talkin’ to you, and you always in your head
f+ck it i might aswell be dead
but i gotta get the bread
make sure my n++++s ain’t dead
and my momma gettin’ fed, promise you don’t wanna be in my head
aye, get popped like a percy, a druggie
choppa gon make a n++++ do the dougie
and if you live it, n++++ you is lucky
jumpin’ and dodgin’, have a n++++ duckin’
and if a n++++ talkin’, plottin’ funny
bullets gon’ hip and hop just like a bunny
that n++++ soft as h+ll, he be a gummy
thinkin’ i’m stupid, n++++ you a dummy
choppa gon’ shoot a n++++ in the stomach
f+ckin’, she feel the d+ck up in her tummy
f&n, duffle bag it so its hidden
shorty gon taste the s+m+n like it’s honey
n++++s be hatin’ on me with no money
choppa gon heat a n+gga like it’s sunny
n++++s don’t squabble now, these n++++s gunnin’
then they gon say they gangster? it be funny
aye, glock 26, f&n
smith and wessons
learn with the stick
go and teach a n+gga lessons
go and get some bread
when yo life give you lemons
and you know my name, “akg” , i’m a demon
no n++++, you is not active
stop all that cappin’
stupid ass sh+t you be rappin’
no n++++, you is not reppin’
don’t got no weapon
matter fact, n++++ you petty
no n++++, you is not steppin’
blood spill leakin’
yes, that be where you be headed
if a n++++ try to play me, or stay hatin
pan him up, cook him like bacon
sh+ttin’ on n++++s, i might need a diaper
aye, n++++s want smoke?
here’s the lighter
pinocchio hit him, like he be a lier
aye, if i got stick we not fighting
we don’t be snitchin’, my n++++s stay silent
aye, n++++s out here really dyin’
brodie got shot, why you sittin’ there quiet?
my n+gga die? then them bullets start flyin’
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