Wiz Khalifa Ft Chevy Woods – Makin Enemies Lyrics

Makin Enemies Lyrics by Wiz Khalifa Ft Chevy Woods

[Intro]
Beat that motherfucker up, Quad
Yeah
Ron Ron, do that shit
Uh-huh

[Verse 1]
Man, this beat feel like Mike Jackson
I ain’t punch one of you niggas in the face ’cause I like rappin’
Don’t jinx it though ’cause it might happen
Take some shoes, roll a joint, then I’m right behind the mic snappin’
Bitch on my line ’cause she like captain
Them niggas sittin’ in my lane but I [?] I would right pass ’em
Céline shades, them the right glasses
They kind of work out, them the right asses
If you a member of the gang, fuck it, I might pass it
Bitches TGOD, they’re in a lot of caskеts
I’m with some niggas that fly private and only masters
I’m with somе bitches that suck me good then throw it backwards
She want a nigga that go to Vegas and spend it all
The type of nigga that go go, so call me Casper
I bought a engine so my shit could go faster
I hit the pedal just once and you won’t see me after
She wanna meet on the top floor, I tell her gladly
She heard about all this good dick, she want it badly
But you can’t come to my room, you need security
2023, I’m fuckin’ hoes and makin’ enemies

[Chorus]
Lotta mini-mes
Tryna steal my energy
I ain’t chasin’ hoes, I want the one that’s into me
I ain’t fake like those who ain’t who they pretend to be
Two Rs on the seat
She gon’ let me beat (Beat, beat)
Now you wild in the streets
Used to be a good girl, but now you a freak

[Verse 2]
Uh, put that bitch on the map, now she think that she global
Bitch, don’t nobody know you
You a pussy, you a bitch, you a ho, ho out, yeah
In case nobody told you
I got no love for a bitch nigga
Oh, he a shooter, he a gunner, he a snitch nigga
I’m outside with the members gettin’ rich, nigga
Hood shit, red Kool-Aid, fry fish, nigga
Ayy, I don’t say much, niggas know just how I carry it
No fun if the homies can’t, so I’m sharing it
I put that bitch on some fly fashion
Really didn’t wanna hit it, I just might smash it, on God

[Chorus]
Lotta mini-mes
Tryna steal my energy
I ain’t chasin’ hoes, I want the one that’s into me
I ain’t fake like those who ain’t who they pretend to be
Two Rs on the seat
She gon’ let me beat (Beat, beat)
Now you wild in the streets
Used to be a good girl, but now you a freak
[Outro]
Yeah, just keep rockin’ with us, keep reppin’ Taylor Gang
Make sure you guys show up to any event that we have
‘Cause we gon’ be, you know, doin’ all of the new music there
And we’d love to enjoy this with you live
Uh, no matter what country you guys are in, man
You in Puerto Rico, you in Brazil, you in France, you in Germany, you in Thailand
See ya