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yung bans - enemies lyrics

[intro: yung bans]
murda on the beat so it’s not nice
hmm
aye
yeah
hmm

[chorus: yung bans]
aye, yeah i got so many enemies
aye, if i die today, is you gon’ remember me, yeah
go and get it or get got, it ain’t sent to me
yeah, i done seen a lot, product of these streets
(yeah yeah yeah yeah ah)
i can’t put my trust in you
i can’t put my trust in you

[verse 1: lil durk]
that glock come dark skin
caught a case, i was blocked in
street sh-t, i was locked in
came from them apartments
gotta watch you plottin’, cause n-gg-s flodgin’
bullets we dodgin’, gotta take precautions
what you gon’ do when you run out of money?
what you gon’ do when you can’t serve a junkie?
asked you once, “do you really love me?”
know you a snake, cause you snaked your cousin
i take drugs, prescription, how you love them n-gg-s
durkio tour official, we in a tour wit’ n-gg-s
them statements got your initials, i can’t get caught with pistols
undercover agents, they were shoppin’ wit’ you
i take a lock to get to, i take a lot to get to

[verse 2: yung bans]
this sh-t ain’t known to me, the streets ain’t foldin’ me
this sh-t ain’t known to me, the streets ain’t foldin’ me
this sh-t ain’t known to me, the streets ain’t foldin’ me
this sh-t ain’t known to me, the streets ain’t foldin’ me
hunnid’ thousand, all hunnids’, young n-gg- been thuggin’
i been juggin’, not juggin’, came straight out the gutter
p-ssy n-gg-s with money, they get on my f-ckin’ nerves
leave that bullsh-t for the birds, in a hotbox, gettin’ curved
momma told me, i ain’t learn, had to do that on my own
ridin’ wit’ that f-ckin’ chrome, this is why i wrote this song
i ain’t even write this song, swear this sh-t straight off the dome
put the chrome to your dome, send ya’ p-ssy n-gg- home

[verse 3: nav]
coffins, get some coffins (coffins, yeah)
i’m tired of hearing all this talkin’ (tired)
chalk in, get the chalk in
my dogs gon’ bite, they ain’t just barkin’ (yeah)
can’t trust her based of what she would do for a birkin (h-ll nah)
she from the hood, her cousin’s jackboys puttin’ work in
when she met me, tried to tell me she a virgin (me, cap)
knew she was lyin’ as soon as i seen her twerk it (twerk twerk)
can’t catch the ones from the sky (work work, yeah)
i know that look in her eyes (i know)
since my first milli, i don’t who i can trust dawg (ye)
feels like lately, all my loose ties gettin’ cut off (ye)
ain’t tryna f-ck lately, i’m tellin’ b-tches f-ck off (yeah)
workin’ hard, never dependent on no luck dawg (yeah)
celebate, the way i never gave a f-ck dawg

- yung bans lyrics

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