Don Fonkel - Enemies (feat. Ysl Purkky) Lyrics

I do a moonwalk like I'm Michael Jackson
Really from the block, I want a building like a mansion
F*ck all of my enemies, these niggas ain't reckless
I ain't a killer, but don't push me, pussy nigga, I'm a catch'ya

Seven deep, I'm with some killers who ready to kill
You don't need no drugs to kill a nigga, do it sober
A lot of motherf*ckers love that envy when you blow up
They gon' switch on you because they really want your motion

Fake ass nigga wanna kill me over a thot stove hot
I'm cooking up with a lot of pressure, this shit check not checkers
Put your body in a f*cking casket, this not 4k trey
But watch your back, somebody gon' die today

Pull up in a black, like I men in blacks
I'm a six figure nigga who gon' put your body in racks
Steppers gon step up, f*ck a fake friend
Left so many niggas down on the block, man

I ain't with that snitch dissing, when I caught you slipping
Every witness might feel a bullet then they f*ck it
But the game you play ain't not tricky, better not f*ck with me
I can kill like you can kill, I murder niggas from a distance

Nigga ain't a friend of me, nigga just my enemy
My opp tryna back door me, I was only 17
Murder with no evidence, don't see nobody next to me
Last nigga that try to be , ask him where he really be

He can't even say shit because he's six feet deep
Loving in my head is everything they say funny to me
I don't even talk a lot but I speak a lot of heat
I can't even wife a thot, I f*ck her then I f*ckin' leave

I got lots of enemies but just know I'm not friend of me
Even if I'm trying to drake , I'm still gon' keep a drack with me
Boy you ain't no kind of me, this Glock, it's a 223
I be getting money way before Atlantic signed it g

I run with some slimy, they be catching bodies
The opps know where to find me but I don't eat salami
It's a letter to my family, send bullets to my enemy
Free lil shietsy out that cell, you know my homie, they some slimey

I'm the richest gang banging in my city, know they envy me
I'm banging six till the day I die and you know I will never change
Cross that line, watch me go insane, purkky he don't pay
Kempi got that ak, you know we gon' spray

Ayy, why they diss me, send him six feet
I ain't been asleep in six weeks, that choppa' sing like Nicky
We gon' give him face shots, smoke him like a backwood
Beat him like piñata , them boys don't want no drama

Issa letter to my enemies, I got glock right beside me
I got a two to three, I'm higher than my enemies
Please survive the imagination, truth is what's to be
Please survive the imagination, truth is what's to be

Please survive the imagination, truth is what's to be