Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drake
Vocals
Matthew Jehu Samuels
All Instruments
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Songwriter
Aubrey Drake Graham
Songwriter
Silbert Walton
Songwriter
Christopher Lane
Songwriter
JOHN BRUCE MAC GILLIVRAY
Songwriter
Markus Kienzl
Songwriter
Matthew O'Brien
Songwriter
Philip Thomas
Songwriter
Richard Dorfmeister
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Noel Cadastre
Recording Engineer
Evan Stewart
Assistant Recording Engineer
Boi-1da
Producer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Les Bateman
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Noah Shebib
Recording Engineer
OB O'Brien
Co-Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Lickwood means "rewind" and gunshot means "forward"
You requested it, so we rewind
[Intro]
Way, way, way up
Turn it all up
Yeah
Look
[Chorus]
I got enemies, got a lotta enemies
Got a lotta people tryna drain me of my energy
They tryna take the wave from a ****
Fuckin' with the kid and pray for your ****
[Verse 1]
I got girls in real life tryna fuck up my day
Fuck goin' online, that ain't part of my day
I got real shit poppin' with my family too
I got **** that can never leave Canada, too
I got two mortgages, thirty million in total
I got **** that'll still try fuckin' me over
I got rap **** that I gotta act like I like
But my actin' days are over, fuck them **** for life, yeah
[Chorus]
I got enemies, got a lotta enemies
Got a lotta people tryna drain me of this energy
Tryna take the wave from a ****
Fuckin' with the kid and pray for your ****
[Verse 2]
I got people talkin' down, man, like I give a fuck
I bought this one a purse, I bought this one a truck
I bought this one a house, I bought this one a mall
I keep buyin' shit just make sure you keep track of it all
I got bitches askin' me about the code for the wi-fi
So they can talk about they timeline
And show me pictures of they friends
Just to tell me they ain't really friends
[Verse 3]
Ex-girl, she the female version of me
I got strippers in my life, but they virgins to me
I hear everybody talking 'bout what they gon' be
I got high hopes for you ****, we gon' see
I got money in the courts till all my **** are free
'Bout to call your ass a Uber, I got somewhere to be
I hear fairy tales 'bout how they gon' run up on me
Well run up when you see me, then and we gon' see
[Chorus]
I got enemies, got a lotta enemies
Got a lotta people tryna drain me of this energy
Tryna take the wave from a ****
Fuckin' with the kid and pray for your ****
[Verse 4]
Naw, fuck all of you **** I ain't finished
Y'all don't wanna hear me say it's a go
Y'all don't wanna see Wayne win 50 award
I got real ones livin' past Kennedy Road
I got real ones with me everywhere that I go
I'm tryna tell ya, I got enemies, got a lotta enemies
Every time I see 'em somethin' wrong with they memory
Tryna take the wave from a ****
So tired of savin' all these ****, man
[Bridge]
Yeah
Run up
[Chorus]
I got enemies, got a lotta enemies
Got a lotta people tryna drain me of this energy
Tryna take the wave from a ****
Fuckin' with the kid and pray for your ****
[Outro]
I'm off this one
Written by: Aubrey Drake Graham, Chris Lane, Cutty Ranks, John MacGillivray, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Matthew O'brien, Philip Antonio Thomas, Silbert Walton