Enemies

New enemies still poppin' up

Throw Away Gats still chop 'em up

New enemies still poppin' up

Throw Away Gats still chop 'em up

New enemies still poppin' up

Throw Away Gats still chop 'em up

New enemies still poppin' up

Throw Away Gats still chop 'em up

I still see my enemies, searching for my destiny

High up on the ecstasy, like if I'm a frenemy

Stuck up like a tragedy, hope that you ain't mad at me

Blowing off the raspberry, I'm just like Jim Carrey

All these beats that I carry, blew me up like a fairy

Where I be so high to where I might feel fucking weary

Pussy taste like sweet cherries, pop up like a small berry

Pull up to yo girl and steal like I'm bout to start caring

Man, I said you already know

How the shit comes, I switch up the flow

South side child bitch I come out from the low

From the East slums, I be special, I'mma glow

Bout to start a show, make them shake up the floor

This the new generation of the H-Town soldiers

Passing all the files like I pass out cassettes

Cuz they still around, never fell off yet

But now it be easy like throwing up a jet

The tapes still rollin but I chop up the sets

She be choppin' yet I screw up the sex

That's how it all goes cause I come from Texas

Where elbows and candy paints be the way of flexin'

These follows I ignore, like those that endlessly textin

Like if I slurred a word, they just try to correct it

I might take their shit like if it was a collection

New enemies still poppin' up

Throw Away Gats still chop 'em up

New enemies still poppin' up

Throw Away Gats still chop 'em up

New enemies still poppin' up

Throw Away Gats still chop 'em up

New enemies still poppin' up

Throw Away Gats still chop 'em up