Wiz Khalifa – Makin Enemies (feat. Chevy Woods) Lyrics

Makin Enemies

Wiz Khalifa (feat. Chevy Woods)

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"Makin Enemies." - Wiz Khalifa (feat. Chevy Woods)

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 11:10 am

Album: See Ya

Track No: 15

(Beat that motherfucker up, Quad)
Yeah
(Ron Ron, do that shit)
Uh-huh
Man, this beat feel like Mike Jackson
I ain't punch one of you **** in the face 'cause I like rappin'
Don't jinx it though 'cause it might happen
Take some shrooms, roll a joint, then I'm right behind the mic snappin'
Bitch on my line 'cause she like captain
Them **** say they in my lane, but I'm a V12, I move right past 'em
Céline shades, them the right glasses
The kind that work out, them the right asses
If you a member of the gang, fuck it, I might pass it
Bitch, it's TGOD, they're in a lot of caskets
I'm with some **** that fly private and own they masters
I'm with some bitches that suck me good and throw it backwards
She want a **** that go to Vegas and spend it all, the type of **** that go ghost, so call me Casper
I bought a engine so my shit could go faster
I hit the pedal just once and you won't see me after
She wanna meet on the top floor, I tell her, "Gladly"
She heard about all this good dick, she want it badly
But you can't come to my room, you need security
2023, I'm fuckin' hoes and makin' enemies
Lot of mini-mes
Tryna steal my energy
I ain't chasin' hoes, I want the one that's into me
I ain't fake like those who ain't who they pretend to be
Two R's on the seat
She gon' let me beat (Beat, beat)
Now you wild in the streets
Used to be a good girl, now you a freak
Uh, put that bitch on the map, now she think that she global
Bitch, don't nobody know you
You a pussy, you a bitch, you a whole ho out here, in case nobody told you
I got no love for a bitch ****
Oh, he a shooter, he a gunner, he a snitch ****
I'm outside with the members gettin' rich, ****
Hood shit, red Kool-Aid, fried fish, **** (Whoop)
Ayy, I don't say much, **** know just how I carry it
No fun if the homies can't, so I'm sharin' it
I put that bitch on some fly fashion
Really didn't wanna hit it, I just might smash it, on God
Lot of mini-mes
Tryna steal my energy
I ain't chasin' hoes, I want the one that's into me
I ain't fake like those who ain't who they pretend to be
Two R's on the seat
She gon' let me beat (Beat, beat)
Now you wild in the streets
Used to be a good girl, now you a freak
Yeah, just keep rockin' with us, keep reppin' Taylor Gang
Make sure you guys show up to any event that we have 'cause we gon' be, you know, doin' all of the new music there
And we would love to enjoy this with you live
Uh, no matter what country you guys are in, man
You in Puerto Rico, you in Brazil, you in France, you in Germany, you in Thailand
See ya

Writer(s): Wiz Khalifa & Chevy Woods.

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