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Had Enough
Flee Lord
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Aight, aight, aight, aight, brrrrrt
Back at you
Enough, enough, enough
My nigga, I had enough, enough, enough
My nigga, I had enough, enough, enough
My nigga, I had enough, enough, enough
I tried to stay in my lane (stay in my lane)
Movin' this weed and this 'caine (movin' this weed)
My nigga, I had enough, enough, enough
I had enough, enough, enough
I said a prayer and the beat got blessed
I keep a vest 'cause police got skets
He got next, until he got stretched
Now he laid out flat, yeah, he got pressed
Over here we don't dry fire, I'm with some live wires
Too much lookin' while we cookin', now your eyes tired
I had enough, numbers ain't addin' up
Clapped him for actin' tough, them bitches mad at us
Chrome sawed-off, holdin' one at the Waldorf
Roll up on Flee, I'm blowin' half your doors off
Big chopper smoker, bars plus some proper coca
Forty-two large, I had to knock him over
Lord, we some different type of niggas
Hit you with the milli then we sit you by the river
Sixteen bars or I kill him with the trigger
Either way, it's go time when I pull up with them niggas
Enough, enough, enough
My nigga, I had enough, enough, enough
My nigga, I had enough, enough, enough
My nigga, I had enough, enough, enough
I tried to stay in my lane (stay in my lane)
Movin' this weed and this 'caine (movin' this weed)
My nigga, I had enough, enough, enough
I had enough, enough, enough
Ayo, lost four niggas this week
Blow your fuckin' head off you think shit's sweet
Doors off on a Benz Jeep
Might spend 5K on some Knicks seats
Can't go to sleep unless we sell a block a day
Hit up Flee, dropped a bag of four rock away
Old nigga on Twitter, had to lock his safe
One phone call, get his ass andale
We the greatest, I'm the flyest, don't even try it
Shells made his ass skinny, fuck nigga diet
I don't ask the prices, just fuckin' buy it
Went OT, changed my name to Nolan Ryan
Pitchers, splits, you can whip a bid
I need a lake next to the crib
I need my bitch to have a bad bitch
You can see the Prada socks through the Raf kicks
Enough, enough, enough
My nigga, I had enough, enough, enough
My nigga, I had enough, enough, enough
My nigga, I had enough, enough, enough
I tried to stay in my lane (stay in my lane)
Movin' this weed and this 'caine (movin' this weed)
My nigga, I had enough, enough, enough
I had enough, enough, enough
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