Video Enemies de Dc The Don 2024 Rap Lyrics

Dc The Don - Enemies Lyrics

When these niggas don't win, it ain't beef, it's just jealousy
Bitch, what the fuck is you tellin' me?
Red and white diamonds like I'm with confederacy
You already said what? Who said what allegedly?
Just met your bitch, she was fried off the ecstasy
Had to do what I did to return to my legacy
I throw that shit up, lil' bitch, I rock here
She gon' bring home that bag, ok bitch, yeah, it better be

Diamonds, party, heavily
Kicked out of school, but dropped thirty in Beverly (Yeah)
I'm with a Latina bitch and an Ebony
Workin' these bitches, turn her to a felony
Squeeze on thе glizzy, lil' bitch, we got better bеams
No homo, but Donny keep two in his Ksubi jeans
No photos, but bitch, I be higher than Billie Jean
Ice out my bitch, I get fried and do bougie things, uh (Go)

Raf Simon jeans, I'm flooded, uh (Go, go)
Raf Simon jeans, I'm flooded, uh
Raf Simon jeans, I'm flooded, bih (Yeah, yeah)
Raf Simon jeans, I'm flooded, uh
Raf Simon jeans, I'm flooded, uh
Raf Simon jeans, I'm flooded, uh
Raf Simon jeans, I'm flooded, bitch
Raf Simon jeans, I'm- go

Lil' bitch, my range underrated, I fuck around, shoot from the logo
I pull out the "Oh, no", the engine too loco (Yeah)
You niggas impressed, but I think that it's so-so
Keep that on the lowski
Bitch, I'm a 350 Boost, you a Roshe, don't ever approach me (Yeah)
'Less you got green, I need benjis for sureski
You not gang, you not slime, you not kin, or my broski (Gang)
Shoutout to folks, I turn up with my broski (Gang)
Told the bitch to slide and turn up, we in Oakland (Gang)
They can't fit in the back, they like, fuck that we ghost 'em
Slide through the Hills, they be laughin' and posin'
Bitch, don't put me on Snapchat, I barely be postin' (Yeah)
Wolfin' and talkin' my shit, she a ocean
25/7, she up and she open
All my bitches got Elsa, my diamonds be frozen (Yeah, yeah)

Diamonds, party, heavily
Kicked out of school, but dropped thirty in Beverly (Yeah)
I'm with a Latina bitch and an Ebony
Workin' these bitches, turn her to a felony
Squeeze on the glizzy, lil' bitch, we got better beams (Go)
No homo, but Donny keep two in his Ksubi jeans (Donny)
No photos, but bitch, I be higher than Billie Jean (Donny)
Ice out my bitch, I get fried and do bougie things (Go)

Raf Simon jeans, I'm flooded, uh (Go, go)
Who got that shit? I be runnin' it up, tell my label I need me a hunnid (Yeah)
Came from havin' no food in my muhfuckin' pantry, I knew that I seen this shit comin' (Go, woah)
And I be around some dropouts, but they keep it lit, so I know they thumpin'
Teezo turned off the light, so they can't see it comin'
I look in the mirror to smile at my enemy
I'm trippin' off ball like it's ten of me
147Calboy, niggas envy me
Like why would I trip? My lil' bro, he my mini-me
Bitch, I live by that smoke, yeah, I'm damn near a chimney
Got a message, of course, what the fuck they keep sendin' me?
I don't do all that talkin', get blood on my skinny jeans
Blew off his head 'fore I went J. F. Kennedy
Fist, wrist, whip like Jeep
My bitch got a bag, she look a Kennedy
Swagger and money, the reason she into me
What that shit got in common? And a whole lot of synergy
But don't box me, I got a whole lotta weaponry
Lil' bitch, I go cray, let me show you my specialty
Coke white diamonds, Maison Margiela jeans
Fuck with your head, bitch, we servin' telepathy

When these niggas don't win, it ain't beef, it's just jealousy
Bitch, what the fuck is you tellin' me? (I got my-)
Red and white diamonds like I'm with confederacy
You already said what? Who said what allegedly? (Yeah)
Just met your bitch, she was fried off the ecstasy (Go)
Had to do what I did to return to my legacy (Go)
I throw that shit up, lil' bitch, I rock here
She gon' bring home that bag, ok bitch, yeah, it better be (Bitch)

Diamonds, party, heavily
Kicked out of school, but dropped thirty in Beverly
I'm with a Latina bitch and an Ebony (Yeah)
Workin' these bitches, turn her to a felony
Squeeze on the glizzy, lil' bitch, we got better beams
No homo, but Donny keep two in his Ksubi jeans (Grah, grah, grah, grah)
No photos, but bitch, I be higher than Billie Jean (Yeah)
Ice out my bitch, I get fried and do bougie things (Go)

Raf Simon jeans, I'm flooded, uh
Raf Simon jeans, I'm flooded, uh (Go)
Raf Simon jeans, I'm flooded, uh (Yeah)
Raf Simon jeans, I'm flooded (What?)
Raf Simon jeans, I'm flooded, uh (Yeah, yeah)
Raf Simon jeans, I'm flooded, uh (Yeah, yeah)
Raf Simon jeans, I'm flooded, bitch (Go)
Raf Simon jeans, I'm- (Go, bih)

Nah, bruh, I'm not gon' lie my nigga
If he don't drop the album, we gon' raid the fuckin' White House, bruh, 'cause, what's up, DC?
What even- C'mon, bruh
Nigga, just go- Look, look, look, bro
I'll- Nigga, I'll talk to- I'll talk to the muhfuckin'- I'll talk to your manager, bro
I'll even talk to the niggas at Rostrum for you, bro, like c'mon, bro
Like I'll persuade the niggas at Rostrum to drop the album, bro
Like c'mon, bro, you shouldn't be holdin' off doin' this album for that long, bro, c'mon my nigga
You got bangers that- You- You got bangers in the vault that you haven't even released yet, c'mon