ENM (feat. Skylarallen) Video (MV)

I f*ck on your girl
I f*ck on your bands
I f*ck up your mans
This nigga's a trans
I come with sauce
Got diamonds like Ross
They water like Voss
They bling when I walk
Boi, what you see?
Riches and bitches, got nothing for free
Nothing you buy, it ain't worth more than me
Pass to the bros, dump that shit in the street
Listen to me, ayy
I got your girl, take her up in my crib
Undressing once, let the workload begin
She say come get it, bout to go in
Pull out one time, just survived the deep end
Hit her one time with that kissy kissy
This bitch be wild, she sicky sicky
Clappin' that ass, 'cause she freaky freaky
I ain't complaining, no picky picky
This bitch is gross like Icky Vicky (Eww)
F*ck her one time, now she want my hickeys
Oink oink, bitch, I'm a hippy piggy (Bitch)
Drip from the tip, shit could make you trippy
Boi, I touch down in a different city
Touch on yo bitch when she sippy sippy
Out of my river like Mrs. Sippy
Gave her pneumonia she sicky sicky
These boys wearing Comme des Garcons
Need to go calm the f*ck down
Come on yo bitch, she come round
Up to my place, she gone come put her face to the ground
Bitch
Nigga, your bitch playing all of my songs, now she turned on
And now she donning a gown
Bitch, I'm a dog, f*ck all the blogs
Pull out (The bleh) got your bitch goin down
Burning that shit to the ground
I might take over the town
All from the sound
F*ck with me I make you drown
I cut your head for the crown
Bring it around
Rip you to pieces I bounce
Smoking an ounce
Came from the north to the south
Bitch, you don't know what I'm bout
I'm bringing em out
Everyone better get down
Who you really know goin' coast to coast
I keep the scope up when I hit the flow
Came through tryna rock the boat
It's war time, motherf*cker, better lock and load
Venom when I talk, but it help me do my job
Said f*ck a blog, I don't need your promo
Run it back then I play it slow mo
Connected every dot
On the road, it's so cold
Counting my bullets, contingency planned
Y'all trying to act like you running the game
Money and cars and clubs and bars
I'm hailing from mars, y'all one in the same
Yuh, you might just drown in my wave
I be the kitchen you making a plate
Yuh, bit, you been digging your grave
Think you run the court, I'm making the play
I been creeping up like a ghost
Paranormal with the flow
Have you speaking in tongues
Y'all don't want any smoke
Light the match, make you choke on your toke
You won't see me like I'm wearing a cloak
No Suicide Squad, bit, you a joke
You peasants excused, the king has just spoke