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Frenemies
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Frenemies was released on November 6, 2025 by Zay Hefner as a part of the album Frenemies - Single
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Release DateNovember 6, 2025
LabelZay Hefner
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM82

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Zay Hefner
Zay Hefner
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Xavier Bell
Xavier Bell
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zay Hefner
Zay Hefner
Producer

Lyrics

Why you hate on me
Speeding through these states
I charge em 10 a key
Gettin to it fast
I see my frenemies
Mmhhmmm
I see my frenemies
Tell me why you hate
Why they hate on me
Speedin through these states
I charge them 10 a Key
Getting to it fast
I see my frenemies
Mmmhm
I see my frenemies
Trappin through the backen
Know who’s who
You know I’m tapped in
Swervin up nd down
That hurst
Send you up
New pack in
Finger sexin
Smith nd western
Shootin 3s
Got Backed in
Them OPPs
We got them stressin
Flyin on em
Like the jetsons
Bad bitch
In the kitchen
Cookin up the Raw
From jore
Servin up
Nd down that hurst
I call that shit
The 4 play
Got a bitch
That tips in
Always sneak in
The uh huh
If shits go left
Thats Trey Thomps
To his taco
Got the work
What you need
We have it all pronto
Got it all in bulk
In the trap
We move like coscos
Good everywhere we go
Got it Off the block hoe
Know ****
That steal Vs
Slide back
Nd let some shots go
When they drop it off
We say we good
They saying tato
Mmmm
I got it on block hoe
Better keep a weapon
We got ambition
Leave you John Doe
Not from the Raq
Shoot number 9s
Call me Rondo
Tell me why you hate
Why you hate on me
Speedin through these states
I charge them 10 a Key
Getting to it fast
I see my frenemies
Mmmhm
I see my frenemies
Tell me why you hate
Why you hate on me
Speedin through these states
I charge them 10 a Key
Getting to it fast
I see my frenemies
Mmmhm
Why you hate on me
Post to seen my baby momma
But I bust a trap
Bang with my gang
Ain’t no slipping through the cracks
Find you eatin cheese
Then you sleepin with the rats
Running through the cake
Since been cookin out the trap
When I was mobbin
I played the back
Assumed **** was bitches
Cut from a different cloth
Only fuck with my ****
If we in a whip
Blacked out
With some switches
Ain’t no lane switchin
We really them ****
Ridin round in the trenches
We don’t use extensions
Slide circles
In them foreigns
Gotta handle our business
Ride with the mob
Hum du allah
Check In with me
Bitch you better do job
Heard bands make you dance
Bend over grab this money
Rather pay for the pussy
Than have a bitch lie
Nd say she love me
Trippin over hoes
She’ll send the line
Shit could get ugly
So no DVs
Just VVs
We out the country
Tell me why you hate
Why you hate on me
Speedin through these states
I charge them 10 a Key
Getting to it fast
I see my frenemies
Mmmhm
I see my frenemies
Tell me why you hate
Why you hate on me
Speedin through these states
I charge them 10 a Key
Getting to it fast
I see my frenemies
Mmmhm
Why you hate on me
Written by: Xavier Bell
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