Video Enemies de Ak Juice 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Ak Juice - Enemies Lyrics

Aye, aye, aye

Wrap ‘em up just like it’s Christmas, you on my hit list Scorpion, bitch imma finish

NLE feel like a menace
Yo shorty lickin’
Know that that choppa be blickin

Grown ass n**** you bitchin’
Just like some bitches
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 shit for my family
If you an enemy
Run up get cooked like a recipe

Shorty gon lick 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
Bitch 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 kill 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 bitches, they petty

You ain’t no killer, you sissy
Yo Glock pretty
Gimme that shit, you ain't’ wit it

N**** gon say im a bitch?
Touch on my momma or brother if you on that shit

Better not touch on shit

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 bitch

Young turnt n****, I’m pissed

Stay out of drama, it find me, the world on my dick

Fuck it, I might ‘well get lit

Get me some bread and go boxin’ and get me a stick

Said that I wouldn’t be shit

Now look, yo momma and shorty be bumpin’ my shit

N****s don't know how it is

Devil come to get you, demons talkin’ to you, and you always in your head
Fuck 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 hell, he be a gummy
Thinkin’ I’m stupid, n**** you a dummy

Choppa gon’ shoot a n**** in the stomach
Fuckin’, she feel the dick up in her tummy

F&N, duffle bag it so its hidden
Shorty gon taste the semen like it’s honey

N****s be hatin’ on me with no money
Choppa gon heat a nigga 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 nigga 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 shit 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

Shittin’ 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 nigga die? Then them bullets start flyin’