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lirik lagu $weet-t & $kid (rapper) - enzymes

[intro]
(ooh, sh~t, what the f~ck, daniel?)
(d~mn, jakesand)

[verse 1: $weet~t]
we smack blocks ’til they’re potter, then take potter to the block
.223 stalled his motor and pulverized the shocks
said you lookin’ for the birds, i’ll take you to the flock
if you run off with some work, we’ll put you in a box
rip the chain off his neck and took it to an appraiser
$kid pulled that tank top with the mask and a razor
this a high~tech gun, don’t ask to turn on the laser
my lil’ treech runnin’ plays and it don’t even phase her
usin’ culinary blenders to emulsify narcotics
i’m plugged with the press, so i’m green on exotics
it’s some green in my pocket, green dot on the optic
movin’ top side ’til i’m viewin’ the tropics

[verse 2: $kid]
sellin’ hardware, writin’ hard rhymes
if i get caught with this sh~t, i’m doin’ hard time
andrew jacksons, all green like some thyme
$kid money huge, your money’s small, enzymes
i heard you do a lil’ crime, $kid do a lot
you was tryna be big slime and got ran out the spot
thought he hit big time, dutch took off his top
we run down the opps and run from the cops
whole thing on the table, finna make an incision
wireless thermometer, cookin’ up with precision
at the raid with ten zips tryna dodge prison
molly, caps and carti lenses f~ckin’ up my vision
[verse 3: $weet~t]
cookin’ on the computer or i’m makin’ maneuvers
me and $kid shootin’ sh~t just like a pair of hoopers
chop put him in the air just like a paratrooper
all my hoes got plump rumps and big juicy hooters
if i don’t got the things you need, i know $kid has ’em
still servin’ that sh~t that gave jackie the spasms
took a trip out of state, made some sh~t you couldn’t fathom
my sir ride with moped, my plug push a fanthom
dog still can’t fathom why his b~tch in my fandom
two twin glocks and i’ll shoot ’em in tandem
bro made a diss and disappeared, that ain’t nothin’ random
speak down on the gang, dutch is havin’ a tantrum

[verse 4: $kid]
my people from ohio shoppin’ hennies and hash
you’re the type to run off with some petty cash
just hit somerset and blew your petty stash
they gave unc’ a hundred years for sellin’ fetty in the nash
chopper got a switch to go up and down
have dutch hit your spot like, “everybody on the ground”
tomahawk steak the same size as a pound
finna catch a flight and send my mans on the ‘hound
got enough money on me for me to buy you and your car
it’s 2024, you wearin’ trues at the bar
50 bmgs same size as a cigar
i’m cleanin’ my pistol, darell playin’ the guitar

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