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Shorty my Beyoncé Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ Shorty my Beyoncé Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ My Beyoncé Trippin' on that drank, but I know she worth it Independent baby, I know she workin' Adriana's serving drinks, 20 bottles, urgent I know it can be better but nobody's perfect We flirted for a minute, DeJ, that's my baby I ain't trippin', I'm like Henny, yeah I'm in her kidneys She like to play her songs to the way I'm hittin' it Turn around like, "Damn Durk, I like the way you hittin' it" Don't believe the rumors, girl You know I'll do you, girl I don't wanna hear the shit about the niggas That tried to do you, girl Fuck the past right now Shawty got you right now And you hot right now You can get it right now, baby Ooh, I like the way she move Shorty my baby, my everything, she the truth Together we cool, me and her can't lose Keep 'em on their feet, baby, I know they so confused Shorty my Beyoncé Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ Shorty my Beyoncé Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ My Beyoncé I let him get it when he want it, knock it down and push up on it I was plottin' for a while, now I got him where I want him They didn't understand none of this was planned 99 problems but a bitch better not be none Na na, na na, yeah yeah This ain't what he want, I told him that Leave your girl, be through with that Get with DeJ, he ain't ever goin' back He was shy when I seen him, now he smile Heard a few rumors but they ain't my style I be hatin' when he out of town Hotel, I FaceTime you, no towel They ain't get it but they ain't our problem What the fuck can they do about it? Durk and DeJ I'm thinkin' 'bout changin' my last name Ooh, I like the way she move Shorty my baby, my everything, she the truth Together we cool, me and her can't lose Keep 'em on their feet, baby, I know they so confused Shorty my Beyoncé Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ Shorty my Beyoncé Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ My Beyoncé You and I White dress, flowers, and a suit and tie Me and you like Bonnie and Clyde No beat the case, we're do or die Who am I to say you ain't natural? Your haters my haters, ain't switchin' up, baby, I got you I'm with her like a tattoo The way you wear that dress, they gon' attack you The way you look at me, baby, I got you I hit it from the front, I like the back too She say, "Lay down so I can ride you" I know that she fiending She scratchin' my back, I like how she screamin' I fuck her and leave her, she fiending Shawty my Beyoncé Ooh, I like the way she move Shorty my baby, my everything, she the truth Together we cool, me and her can't lose Keep 'em on their feet, baby, I know they so confused Shorty my Beyoncé Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ Shorty my Beyoncé Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ My Beyoncé Ooh, ooh Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ Ooh, ooh43EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (Aviator) These ain't no Guess jeans I dropped out of school, I'm still good at math, but, nigga, don't test me

I played to the left, they went to the right, they tried to finesse me Still riding 'round with that blicky, I hope they don't catch me Police had raided our spot, so we went to the next street Play like I'm dumb, as soon as it pop, I'm goin' retarded He say I'm hard and he say I'm garbage, I'm rich regardless We in Miami in the middle of the winter, and we on them jet skis If we in Atlanta, I'm runnin' the 'Cat and I'm workin' the red key I cannot mention my homies inside of my song 'cause I know they be trappin' a lot I can't keep takin' these pills, when I'm in the trenches, they say I be cappin' a lot I know a nigga who say he got rich off the dope, but I know he be actin' a lot I know some niggas who said that they took down the city, but niggas be lackin' a lot Yeah That shit was awful, nigga had that dog food That day they shot you, I slid on a Mongoose You cannot come back around me, you turned your back on me, I cannot forget The police was lyin', they say that they caught you, but nigga, they made you admit Your name was found, you put in that work, they took your stick, you a bitch Fuck my opps, they be on my dick, they all be mad we rich (Turn up) Only twenty-five, livin' like a boss, ridin' 'round with a chauffeur I don't sell drugs, still be paranoid, keep lookin' over my shoulder Niggas lyin' like I'm stealin' swag, boy, that's my shit like I wrote it Uh These rappers really nice as hell I'm a different nigga when I'm pissed off Man, he say he gon' press up on who? I'ma get the steel like I'm Chris Paul Back to back suburbans, I'm a big dawg I was in the slums servin' Fentanyl Zombieland, junkies havin' withdrawals I been gettin' to it, lotta missed calls Turn it off, what the fuck is he talking 'bout? I should slap you for sayin' he hot as me I don't know who could fuck with me honestly They know I'm the man, so they watchin' me Different color bands like Monopoly Man, he must not be usin' his head If he thinkin' I don't keep a Glock with me That's like suicide if you play with us Got a better chance at the lottery Call an ambulance when that chopper sweep Make the crowd dance, choreography Once I got a plan, ain't no stoppin' me Three-car garage, million-dollar crib With a foreign bitch ridin' on top of me Lot of people done said I wouldn't be shit Well, I guess they owe me an apology These ain't no Guess jeans I dropped out of school, I'm still good at math, but, nigga, don't test me I played to the left, they went to the right, they tried to finesse me Still riding 'round with that blicky, I hope they don't catch me Police had raided our spot, so we went to the next street Play like I'm dumb, as soon as it pop, I'm goin' retarded He say I'm hard and he say I'm garbage, I'm rich regardless We in Miami in the middle of the winter, and we on them jet skis If we in Atlanta, I'm runnin' the 'Cat and I'm workin' the red key35EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Don't wanna pretend with you Talking India I wanna do everything under the sun I wanna do everything just 1 on 1 Ain't have relationships since 09' I want this shit right now can't waste time She so different, she so different She so different, she so different She so different, she so different She so different, she so different I can't lie, I can't tell my guys That I'm in love and I feel so shy And we both turnt up we from the Chi But I don't ask about her other guy I just wanna eat you alive Be seen with you just put me in your line These niggas be hating don't want me in your life You gon' hear stories about me that shit ain't right The way you lick your lips The way you bite 'em The way you answer your facetime I like 'em I don't got no hoes no more, I'm show you When she make me go down low hear my vocals She just think I'm talking I can tell by her discussion She only fuck with bosses I can tell by her discussions She fuck my head up Feel like I got concussion Them percs I swallow make me want you I'm just honest I can't lie no more Late night don't hang out with my guys no more And you fine ain't gotta be finer no more I found her ain't gotta find her no more

She found me in the trenches with hella bitches It started in her DM I had to get it Don't wanna pretend with you Talking India I wanna do everything under the sun I wanna do everything just 1 on 1 Ain't have relationships since 09' I want this shit right now can't waste time She so different, she so different She so different, she so different She so different, she so different She so different, she so different I wanted you and you knew this shit Won't brag you with no money cause you used to it I say I want a wife they say I'm losing it Before we move too fast we was cooling it Durkio, I'mma make you scream my name, Durkio This shit ain't for the fame, Durkio Too real, too real for games, Durkio I never been a lame, I just stay in my lane She can get designer she don't want it She just wanna stay too plain I like her she not goofy, she only like real niggas not no goofies She about her paper, that blue cheese She tweeted about a nigga and it blew me I know what I gotta do I know what I gotta prove I just know what I gotta get I know I gotta improve See I had that young mind young mind I had a young mind young mind Don't wanna pretend with you Talking India I wanna do everything under the sun I wanna do everything just 1 on 1 Ain't have relationships since 09' I want this shit right now can't waste time She so different, she so different She so different, she so different She so different, she so different She so different, she so different9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> DY Krazy Diamond around Baby, when I smash you, put your back in it Get that first nut, then I'm back in it Can you go deep? You keep asking it Don't take a whole Perc', she want half of it Drug sex, drug sex, yeah, yeah Rich sex, rich sex, yeah, yeah I know you nasty She be touchin' on her own body Don't like no outside bitch, I like a home body First time me fuckin', I told nobody Thought she was a Pretty Ricky bitch but she like Yo Gotti Thinkin' she a pretty decent bitch but she a ho probably A trip from LAX, she took some coke probably Wait 'til we leave Dubai then show her Coke body Drug sex, I might fuck her off a Xanax Stay woke, you can't take it, I'm not in yet That rough sex get her goin' You not gon' tell me 'bout no baby 'til you showin' I got a lil' ho at V-Live She got her butt tatted on each side I like her, she a boss and she don't D ride And I wear the pants, she don't decide Don't talk about your ex, you know he mad Bad bitch, you conceited Baby, when I smash you, put your back in it Get that first nut, then I'm back in it Can you go deep? You keep asking it Don't take a whole Perc', she want half of it Drug sex, drug sex, yeah, yeah Rich sex, rich sex, yeah, yeah I know you nasty She be touchin' on her own body You my bitch, I can't share you with nobody (Yeah) My whips just like my women 'cause they all exotic (Exotic) We been fuckin' for a year, they still don't know about it (Don't know about it) All the flights are private, got a personal pilot (Personal pilot) Put my dick, I let her ride it, gotta go deep inside (Deep inside) Pussy wetter than a Patek, it's drippin' off her body (Off your body) Turn the cameras on my neck, you think a light done blind you (Light done blind you) Put you in a three-star penthouse suite but can't nobody find you (Can't nobody find you) Two Teslas, havin' drug sex, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah) Percocets, perco-sex, yeah, yeah (Perco-sex) Suckin' dick, with no hands (With no hands, yeah)

Use no hands if you callin' him, yeah, yeah I see you yellin' out my name but you ain't sayin' shit No, you ain't sayin' shit, you don't know who you playin' with (Oh, no) I might die up in that pussy, I might overdose (Yeah) And you know I'm ridin' with you 'cause we hella close (Yeah) Got the baddest bitch in it, I don't mean to boast (Yeah) Champagne every day, we don't need to toast (Yeah) A young nigga stayin' solid, I don't do the most (Oh, no) So baby fuck me good before I go ghost (Woo) Baby, when I smash you, put your back in it Get that first nut, then I'm back in it Can you go deep? You keep asking it Don't take a whole Perc', she want half of it Drug sex, drug sex, yeah, yeah Rich sex, rich sex, yeah, yeah I know you nasty She be touchin' on her own body16EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I got cash and they mad, I pull up in that Jag' My shoe red, your boo mad 'cause I'm shitting on they ass I got cash I pop tags rob me pop your ass I stay flee I'm the man video on demand Stripper bitches, fat ass, fire face, you that mad Smoking dope that gas, savager hammertime Calling up Jason Nine straight A down the drive Thick bitches down to ride that's why they mad at me Ten dicks to meet the president now Gotta do the whole squad to be the shit now I got a deal, thinking I'm the shit now I'll never change never wife a bitch now You wanna meet the president you gotta meet the bang bros Hella bank rolls all them bank rolls ain't yours Spending flexing so much cash that it can't fold Up and coming rappers man I don't see those Boy, all that cuffing you should be a P.O So much designer shit that I can give away clothes All these new niggas all that shit rapping is old To meet the president you gotta meet the bang bros Hold up they know we shit like sure enough Can't sleep on us like pour up Hole in them just like donuts we go nuts D-Thang shares thots, SB shares thots, Chino shares thots But I can't wife a thot see its levels to this shit She fuck a bang bros and you married to this bitch A salad I got all types of carrots on my wrist One night I don't need a lot of shit These bitches is crazy these bitches amaze me These niggas don't phase me money and the streets raised me The industry crazy just a problem I'm a young nigga I'm just chasing me some dollars You wanna meet the president you gotta meet the bang bros Hella bank rolls all them bank rolls ain't yours Spending flexing so much cash that it can't fold Up and coming rappers man I don't see those Boy, all that cuffing you should be a P.O So much designer shit that I can give away clothes All these new niggas all that shit rapping is old To meet the president you gotta meet the bang bros85EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Bueller, Bueller Bueller, Bueller Bank Bank account Tell me what's it gonna be, yeah, this ain't what you want I call it how I see it, son, this ain't what you want I'm on the road, doin' shows so well, this ain't what you want 'Cause the road, you can't go, I know, this ain't what you want I hear them niggas after me but this ain't what you want (this ain't what you want) And I guarantee this ain't what you want I'm from the land where ain't no lackin' at, this ain't what you want I wrap 'em up, we get it done 'cause this ain't what you want Niggas claim that they're after me but this ain't what they want 'Cause I hopped into this industry, this ain't what they want See this rap shit ain't shit to me, this ain't what they want I got the police all into me, this ain't what they want In my own city they hate on me, put weight on me Fuck TMZ, fuck breaking news and ABC I can't do no shows 'cause I terrify my city They say I terrify my city Niggas gettin' slumped, you're the first to get blamed A nigga try us, he the first one to get changed They say "he snitch", tryna put dirt on my name They ride on me, ask is Lil Durk my name (L's)

Tell me what's it gonna be, yeah, this ain't what you want I call it how I see it, son, this ain't what you want I'm on the road, doin' shows so well, this ain't what you want 'Cause the road, you can't go, I know, this ain't what you want I hear them niggas after me but this ain't what you want And I guarantee this ain't what you want I'm from the land where ain't no lackin' at, this ain't what you want I wrap 'em up, we get it done 'cause this ain't what you want Daddy doin' life, snitches doin' months I'm screamin' free the real 'cause this ain't what you want A nigga claim 300, add a K, you done I'm really in the field 'cause this is what I want (this what I want) I'ma turn the streets up, this is a anthem Niggas hate on my squad, I tell 'em step the shit up (L, Ls) Same since day one and I can't change up After all of the gossip, I'll still a-change some Fuck-niggas don't want none (niggas don't want it) They don't want it Same niggas since day one (day one) Nigga, I'm 3Hunna (L, L's) Tell me what's it gonna be, yeah, this ain't what you want I call it how I see it, son, this ain't what you want I'm on the road, doin' shows so well, this ain't what you want 'Cause the road, you can't go, I know, this ain't what you want I hear them niggas after me but this ain't what you want And I guarantee this ain't what you want I'm from the land where ain't no lackin' at, this ain't what you want I wrap 'em up, we get it done 'cause this ain't what you want (L's, L's)55EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Chopsquad I can't get over my pain Make you feel better Fuck with niggas I know Won't make you feel better This is a lifestyle that I live Fuckin' with these different bitches And you tryna break my heart Fuckin' with these different niggas You know you can't get over me You know you can't get away from me You know bitches dont play with me You know you know I know the consequences of my actions This shit real I ain't even just rappin' Fuckin' with niggas that I know get back How I know that boy ain't smash I know you with him cause he gotta sack You say you don't like no feelings attached I know that you lied can't mix shit with facts Ho You think ima run back to you that shit dead Tell 'em how me and you be textin' each other yeah So you told me you wouldn't fuck him Know you lyin' why you scared You know I gotta bitch, don't open your message, leave you on read Can't talk to you like I used to Can't see me you gotta pull up YouTube Even though my situation you lose Fuckin' with your friend ex, nigga you screwed I know you tryna figure out who I'm talkin about I told you imma spazz told me put the guns down You got 'em around your kids when they ain't around I can fuck on who I want, I'm famous now Got yo friends all in yo ear sayin' that I'm bad And you keep on listenin' it make me mad Keep on reminiscing make me want to slide It seem like that you sold your heart for a bag I can't get over my pain Make you feel better Fuck with niggas I know Won't make you feel better This is a lifestyle that I live Fuckin' with these different bitches And you tryna break my heart Fuckin' with these different niggas You know you can't get over me You know you can't get away from me You know bitches dont play with me You know you know Fuck this shit You broke my heart so many times I was like fuck a bitch I just wanna get the money nigga for the fuck of it Fuck them other niggas that you fuck with I don't fuck with them Tell your brother stay from around me cause I don't fuck with him They don't really want no war with me it ain't enough of them You barely kinky but you a slut for him

You ain't even that mean, but you tough for him You had me soft I couldn't function it Only gave me pussy, wasn't suckin' it I heard the rumors who you fuckin' with I wish I found out sooner that you a dirty bitch Back to the basics, lets speak facts I was with you when I was sippin' act I doped you up you has menthol swag Square, I don't ever wanna see yo ass Yea, I know imma dog that shit ain't fair Thought I'll be mad I don't even care Now I put my new bitch on the Lear Diamonds in the air like chandeliers If she around then I'm aware You say ''only him,'' you lyin' again Bluetooth in the coupe you need to pair That hoe shit was in the air If your friends a ho then you's a ho Wherever you go I know they go Don't follow your dream you follow bankrolls Yo ass so fake thought you was ten toes I can't get over my pain Make you feel better Fuck with niggas I know Won't make you feel better This is a lifestyle that I live Fuckin' with these different bitches And you tryna break my heart Fuckin' with these different niggas You know you can't get over me You know you can't get away from me You know bitches dont play with me You know you know2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Let's get it Eh ohh No oh She don't know about real niggas, she don't know no boss She don't know about foreign cars, she don't what that cost She don't know about love, she don't know what that is She don't know about riding 'round and spending it like this (Now she wanna fuck) Fuck with a nigga like me, wanna fuck with a nigga like me Now she wanna fuck Fuck with a nigga like me, wanna fuck with a nigga like me Hit the club with a nigga like me Do drugs with a nigga like me Fall in love with a nigga like me And never love another nigga, never love another nigga like me (Me, me) Buck! Have you ever met a Chi-Town nigga? Girl I heard you need a go-getter You ain't never meet a rapper with the swag of a savage and a dope dealer I'm the realest nigga that you see I know you tired of them broke niggas Heard he bought you a bag for a G Why you fuckin' with them broke niggas? Ginger ale and a fifth of liquor Where you going, girl? I'm going with ya Ride with me 'cause I'm number one Two bitches, Malcolm in the middle Fly to Vegas, bet life Legs in the air, call it "jet life" Shawty give me top with the neck like Shit gave me life, I can't get right, I can't get right Got you jacuzzi water on a hundred Got your tempo on a hundred, let it bubble up (Bubble up, bubble up, bub) Need a bad bitch, tryna be a bad girl You know I'm tryna trouble up (You know, I'm tryna trouble up, shawty) Buy everything she wants two times, baby, double up (Know you really want it) Say she need more niggas out here like me 'cause there's not enough (Not enough, not enough, no, no) She don't know about real niggas, she don't know no boss She don't know about foreign cars, she don't what that cost She don't know about love, she don't know what that is She don't know about riding 'round and spending it like this (Now she wanna fuck) Fuck with a nigga like me, wanna fuck with a nigga like me Now she wanna fuck Fuck with a nigga like me, wanna fuck with a nigga like me Hit the club with a nigga like me Do drugs with a nigga like me Fall in love with a nigga like me And never love another nigga, never love another nigga like me (Me, me) You ain't never been in my town, nigga A good place to go but the murder rate's so ridiculous Fell in love with some R&B bitch And I know that it's good for the fame and for the image Shawty gave me head like a penny

But she should go gold Ain't really been in love in a minute It won't hurt if no one know 'bout me Fuck a bag off No makeup, you look better with your mask off Rich nigga wanna buzz, like to brag y'all But a nigga like me, ain't no nigga like me I'm a Boss, Hugo Rich nigga since birth, you know You my bitch don't get mad, Cujo Nigga like me, I'm that nigga, nigga Gettin' money since a little nigga Shawty thinks she the shit, but she could be a lil' thicker Fuck on my name and a little liquor I got 'em pissed, I'm the shit, nigga So why do they hate? I gotta get cake These niggas so fake So stay out my way (My way) Ain't too many niggas like me She don't know about real niggas (Yeah), she don't know no boss She don't know about foreign cars, she don't what that cost She don't know about love, she don't know what that is She don't know about riding 'round and spending it like this (Now she wanna fuck) Fuck with a nigga like me, wanna fuck with a nigga like me Now she wanna fuck Fuck with a nigga like me, wanna fuck with a nigga like me Hit the club with a nigga like me Do drugs with a nigga like me Fall in love with a nigga like me And never love another nigga, never love another nigga like me (Me, me)106EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> But if I call you my brother that mean you my brother, you know what I'm sayin'? Nothin' more, nothin' less, family I been hearing too many rumors in these streets niggas tryin' kill us, rob us all that What's up with that? But it be the niggas that been around us, you know what I'm sayin'? Or be around us We ain't gon' slip up, we ten toes Remy You know what I'm sayin' we gotta make it out That's how they gon' get it I get so high I put these drugs into my system I love you with all my heart, ain't no probably You choose your life over your son, that shit killed him I never asked you for anything, just your honesty How you trade on me like that? I'm your family And she tried to chase a bag before I had to leave But two wrongs don't make it right Get with your dog and make it right We do pop-ups, had my back when I was locked up I was Glocked up Niggas hate 'cause they can't stop us (No no) We was turnt up, gang war can't knock us Sliding in them DMs, tryna slide up on the oppas, yeah I'm so nauseous off them drugs, too high off them percocets Tryna follow behind my cousin, I wasn't focused yet We would rob the robbers, kill the killers, label us a threat Extort your big homie, like we from LAX I was so high, I wish I replied to L'A's text But we had jumped into them streets and made a mess I was dressing my homies up for they funerals Holding on they OGs tight, they did the most Ducking from investigation, trying to keep my reputation Give them my expiration, looking for inspiration Pray for my generation, fuck Trump, them bitches racist Bought 'Raris just to race it, yeah yeah I get so high I put these drugs into my system I love you with all my heart, ain't no probably You choose your life over your son, that shit killed him I never asked you for anything, just your honesty How you trade on me like that? I'm your family And she tried to chase a bag before I had to leave But two wrongs don't make it right Get with your dog and make it right Joke and laugh all day to stop from crying Keep my gun on me to stop from dyin' Can't listen to no rumors 'cause it block my mind Can't feed into that bullshit ain't got the time I know what I did boy, this life I enjoy Why you pretend boy, this shit I live for it (Uh huh) You was hooked on drugs, I was hooked on phonics Signed to the street,s I ain't never go to college Asked you for cash, you ain't never say you got it (Damn) But I gave you my last, yeah And I'm the same nigga since last year I told my momma I can't go down for this case Got the same lawyer, beat R. Kelly piss case State's attorney want me so bad At the time I need you bad

Told myself ain't going back Told myself can't go like that I get so high I put these drugs into my system I love you with all my heart, ain't no probably You choose your life over your son, that shit killed him I never asked you for anything, just your honesty How you trade on me like that? I'm your family And she tried to chase a bag before I had to leave But two wrongs don't make it right Get with your dog and make it right8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Young Chop on the beat Yeah They told to come back on another bars, you hear me? I'ma do it though This ain't 52, but it's bars Bow (Let's get it) Bow (Let's get it) Bow Body bag, body bag Foe'nem, they don chopped his ass No parole, but the pole I got, it done dropped his ass No toll, headshot, gave his whole top a tag Drama act, in da cut were llamas at, copy cat Coppas on my ass and shit, ain't do it , innocent Niggas know my resume, 30 poppa Bay Bay kid You don't know who Bay Bay is? 46, Woodlawn OTF the family, even my barber tapin' shit Uzi spit, got a deal Coolin' with my movie bitch Movie clip, for a opp nigga or a goofy bitch Get head from my groupie bitch You wifin' hoes, you losin' it Thinkin' you aluminum, you would get stretched, bag, homicide Police at my baby shower Sup 'Lo, before your ass was born I saved a 900 thou Dede on his savage shit, you know that boy be wildin' out You know I bring savage out Lurkin' like, why they hidin' out Drama life, but my whole family told me to calm it down Bro'nem gotta be bonding out Me and my bitch we bonding now No cass, but that Mac I got that bitch work condom style I spit crack like Bobby Brown They know I'm a problem child Wifin, we don't do that shit, that shit be trifling Cause the same bitch that eat the clit, like she dyking Lovin hoes, but the same bitch we put the pipe in She sucking dick, the same bitch you give goodnight kiss Sucka, yo ass a sucka, Superman If I can't make you dance I bet that uzi can Backflip, if you front your move when that mac spit All I know is drill, drill, drill on my Pac shit 5 (Yeah!), 4 (Yeah!), 3 (Yeah!), 2.. I'm Back In! My shootas gonna shoot some shit Ruthless shit cause we do this shit Black girls on some spooky shit Droppin' shit, we go through some shit Red light, red tape, caught a couple Ls on some goofy shit Goofy niggas claiming shit, niggas ain't even do this shit OTF 300, 3hunna, no that be GBE Body count with the opps we on the top cause we stay in the lead Don't lack, it crack, no Chris Paul my Clippers give him 3 You betta at Tennessee, I ain't talking Tennessee Massacre, robbin shit Masked up like I'm Dracula, mobbin shit, no Gucci Mane, niggas know that we cashin' up Twister with the blicky it's black and it spins fast as fuck Niggas rapped a life time, who'd eva thought I'd pass em' up I'm from West Hyde and we gangbang Where shortys be posted in cuts in them gangways Crangin' niggas, police ass niggas call em ranger niggas Free my nigga Richie Rich, he be so quick to change a nigga Squad, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Feelin' good Fuck 'em28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (W-W-W-William) How I know if you die for me? Know if you shoot for me? How I know if you still love me? Yeah, yeah How I know you won't steal from me? Know you won't kill for me? I know that you still love me, yeah, yeah How I know you won't turn on me?

Feel like the love phony, gotta keep my gun on me, yeah, yeah How I know you won't die for me? Know you will ride for me, just don't ever lie to me, yeah, yeah Thought I'd never see the day that you would switch up (Switch up) Ain't no hard feelings, I'm wishing you good luck (Good luck) I can't lie, I miss your touch, you got that good love (Good love) I put diamonds on your hand, now hold your fist up (Fist up) How I know if I get jammed, you gon' keep it real? How you gon' say that I ain't solid? I ain't never squealed If I die today, give it to my son, ain't writin' no will All these thoughts inside my head, it got me poppin' pills Runnin' with my steel There's some niggas in the rear If they get they chance, they will But I ain't worried, I'm gon' kill I'm gon' drill every one of them We gon' kill every one of them How I know if you die for me? Know if you shoot for me? How I know if you still love me? Yeah, yeah How I know you won't steal from me? Know you won't kill for me? I know that you still love me, yeah, yeah How I know you won't turn on me? Feel like the love phony, gotta keep my gun on me, yeah, yeah How I know you won't die for me? Know you will ride for me, just don't ever lie to me, yeah, yeah One time to cross out migo, he gon' take your life So I don't understand how Plies ran off on the plug twice (Plug twice) And you can't remix none of that lean if it's not cut right (Cut right) And you can't say you super trill, 'cause you ain't cut right Sex her once, then kick her out 'cause I don't nut twice (Nut twice) The way that A$AP died don't sit in my gut right And if we ever find the killer, then he must die (Must die) And I'm always low on niggas, I don't trust high I don't know if you gon' ride, don't know if you gon' slide Don't know want me to die, don't know if it's your pride And if it is, then hide it then (Hide it then) Me and Lil Baby do it for the trenches, we gon' ride with them (For sure, for sure) How I know if you die for me? Know if you shoot for me? How I know if you still love me? Yeah, yeah How I know you won't steal from me? Know you won't kill for me? I know that you still love me, yeah, yeah How I know you won't turn on me? Feel like the love phony, gotta keep my gun on me, yeah, yeah How I know you won't die for me? Know you will ride for me, just don't ever lie to me, yeah, yeah5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I'm rollin', she callin', she stalkin' My phone and, I don't answer I keep declining She keep whinin' on my line and I'm like go, I'm on the road I'm fuckin' hoes, I'm countin' rolls And you know, how it glo' With the glo, we get dough She rollin', gold diggin' She call me, I'm on it Talkin' shit, my bitch She calling me, block list Thot bitch, opp shit She can't come home no more I say she on the opp shit Can't call my phone no more Said the bitch wanna fuck with a no name He a straight goofy, he so lame Sippin' on the act, that's codeine Sit back catch a nut, that’s protein OTF bitch that's, Glo Gang Got 20k stuffed in these Balmain's Broke ass nigga keep talking You ain't gang gang, gang gang, gang I'm rollin', she callin', she stalkin' My phone and, I don't answer I keep declining She keep whinin' on my line and I'm like go, I'm on the road I'm fuckin' hoes, I'm countin' rolls And you know, how it glo' With the glo, we get dough Smokin' dope, ridin' slow When I ride fast, cops on my ass So I know, ride cautious Cars be stalkin', cars be honkin' Like my hoes, they be on my ass

They just want my cash, they just wanna brag I can't loan they ass, I ain't on that man I got lots of gwap, and you know that man I send lot of shots, and you know that man I been doing this shit since 08 man Sellin' D, know that man Ain't nothin' to me, I been doin' that man I'm rollin', she callin', she stalkin' My phone and, I don't answer I keep declining She keep whinin' on my line and I'm like go, I'm on the road I'm fuckin' hoes, I'm countin' rolls And you know, how it glo' With the glo, we get dough I got the gang with me No opp shit but they can't hang with me She got to pay for this dick bitch You can't come hang for free I ain't talkin' bout the app No nigga in the city come hang with me Niggas try to rob but I keep my chain with me That shit dead, nigga who scared? No Su-Wu, how we move, no purp, so we sip red Shawty wanna ride with a real nigga Shawty gone die for a real nigga Shawty won't lie to a real nigga But she rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' I'm rollin', she callin', she stalkin' My phone and, I don't answer I keep declining She keep whinin' on my line and I'm like go, I'm on the road I'm fuckin' hoes, I'm countin' rolls And you know, how it glo' With the glo, we get dough84EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Let a nigga try me, try me I'm a get his whole mothafuckin' family And I ain't playin with nobody Fuck around and I'm a catch a body Let a nigga try me, try me I'm a get his whole mothafuckin' family And I ain't playin with nobody Fuck around and I'm a catch a body Dej got the .40, I got the mac up Bullets to his face, police call for backup And just because I rap I still a whack some Niggas need grammys, they straight actors Free RondoNumbaNine he just caught a body RIP to Nuski, my cousin called me I seen my cousin bleeding I damn near lost it Thats why I gotta ride through all the opp shit I don't do relations so don't waste it Bitch ain't send me money, I had to face it And since my car white they'll swear I'm racist She say she freak nasty so I'm on that shit Niggas snitching here, he'll get his face lift Bitch I'm from Chicago where we go ape shit If we catch a hommie we don't say shit Even rappers know we ain't who to play with I can't wife a eater, I just freak her Pass her to my niggas like a blunt of reefer 30 don’t jam it's like aquafina Free my nigga Jam that lil boy a demon And since I got my deal, I feel important I live what I rap and just record it They tried to give me 10 if I didn't have a lawyer Niggas out here snitching, they're straight informers Try Me! Try Me! Bullets got his name on it like a ID Sipping on the lean is like my IV My crazy life, I feel like YG Let a nigga try me, try me I'm a get his whole mothafuckin' family And I ain't playin with nobody Fuck around and I'm a catch a body Let a nigga try me, try me I'm a get his whole mothafuckin' family And I ain't playin with nobody Fuck around and I'm a catch a body91EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah, baby what you do to me Let's take a ride baby Let's take a ride baby Take a ride with me in my car, don’t take it wrong I’m a star I want you baby go hard, let’s take a ride off to Mars

Couple hate you baby, I made it Everybody left you, I’ll take you You backed out of relations, and we ain’t got a relation baby What you do to me, what you do to me, baby What you do to me, what you do to me, baby What you do to me, what you do to me What you do to me, baby what you do to me Take a ride off in my car, don’t take it wrong I’m a star I want you baby go hard, let’s take off to Mars Baby what you do to me, what you do to me, baby What you do to me, what you do to me, baby Change your life, change your life Type of shit that I do Make you fall in love Type of shit that I do You got me screamin' to the top of my lungs You make me feel like I'm on top of the world Need a nigga like Durk yeah We could start a family, OTF yeah He be off lean, still work me out In that good pussy, good stroke yeah All you bitches mad I came thru And I locked it down, I hold it down, I got you baby That's right, whoa, whoa Real rider, coupe rider sider Yeah that's my baby, I don't need no other driver Don't need cash, I just bought Balenciaga's He a savage, I love everything about him like... What you do to me, what you do to me, baby What you do to me, what you do to me, baby What you do to me, what you do to me What you do to me, baby what you do to me Take a ride off in my car, don’t take it wrong I’m a star I want you baby go hard, let’s take off to Mars Baby what you do to me, what you do to me, baby What you do to me, what you do to me, baby I don't sip Henny, so it's me, lean, and you Like fuck on my niggas, you fuck with a savage So I'm gon' crazy, they fuck wit you Me, you, no others cool Dej Loaf, baby I want you Truth or dare so it’s true Wanna blow that pussy like a flute I'm wanna lean on it Rap or sing on it Put a ring on it, no Beyonce We could be like Kim and Kanye Except you could be my fiancé Balenciaga's, you could have the Jordan's My show money, you can't afford it Real shit, ain't just recording Just made 200 off of tourin' These bitches basic, they boring Fake girls, I love those fibbers She takin' singles, I blew it And I can't wife these hoes, and she know it She wantin' relations and I'm all for it Baby what you do to me What you do to me, what you do to me, baby What you do to me, what you do to me, baby What you do to me, what you do to me What you do to me, baby what you do to me Take a ride off in my car, don’t take it wrong I’m a star I want you baby go hard, let’s take off to Mars Baby what you do to me, what you do to me, baby What you do to me, what you do to me, baby20EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah, baby what you do to me Let's take a ride baby Let's take a ride baby Take a ride with me in my car, don’t take it wrong I’m a star I want you baby go hard, let’s take a ride off to Mars Couple hate you baby, I made it Everybody left you, I’ll take you You backing out of relations, if we ain’t got a relation baby What you do to me, what you do to me Baby what you do to me, what you do to me Baby what you do to me, what you do to me What you do to me, baby what you do to me Take a ride off in my car, don’t take it wrong I’m a star I want you baby go hard, let’s take off to Mars Baby what you do to me, what you do to me Baby what you do to me, what you do to me Baby We can make magic, you fuck with a savage

You need me the most, I hop out of traffic Fuck my nigga right now, if you need me right now I come to lay that pipe down, but I can’t fight you right now Did you give me something baby, cause you got me going crazy Chanel bag, Birkin bag, Louis too, Gucci shoes You feeling me I’m feeling you Real nigga need a real bitch Just somebody just to chill with Bend you over grab the mirror Open the window so they can hear you The way you look at me, grab that Brazilian Them chances one of a million What you do to me, what you do to me Baby what you do to me, what you do to me Baby what you do to me, what you do to me What you do to me, baby what you do to me Take a ride off in my car, don’t take it wrong I’m a star I want you baby go hard, let’s take off to Mars Baby what you do to me, what you do to me Baby what you do to me, what you do to me Baby What's up, baby let me know what's up Up against the world baby A-1, and she's so A-1 Her lips got me going crazy Make a man for your Insta Nigga want to fuck because of your Insta Next day fucking your sister Can’t be mad, baby it’s pimping Baby I’m different, I want to be faithful Baby just listen, I want to be grateful I love you and I hate you, through the bullshit I take you Wifey I make you, let’s take me a vacation So I do what I want, baby I love you I do what I want, they just want to fuck you So what you do to me What you do to me, what you do to me Baby what you do to me, what you do to me Baby what you do to me, what you do to me What you do to me, baby what you do to me Take a ride off in my car, don’t take it wrong I’m a star I want you baby go hard, let’s take off to Mars Baby what you do to me, what you do to me Baby what you do to me, what you do to me Baby <EOS> <BOS> (TouchofTrent be wildin' with it) They told me it's all love, but I love all I'm Cash App-in' a couple hundred whenever my brother call Sometimes I like to scandalize, feel like I'm above 'em all It was a joke when he copped out, now he wanna jump the wall Them niggas always with some goofies, gettin' jumped at malls I was tired of fuckin', it was one more condom, I made the condom fall From Stall & Dean jacket, that shit turned to Gucci scarf Like fuck the whole world no matter who involved It's all love (Man, it's all love) It's all love (Man, it's all love) It's all love (Man, it's all love) It's all love (Man, it's all love) It's all love (Man, it's all love) It's all love (Man, it's all love) It's all love (Man, it's all love) It's all love (Man, it's all love) It's all love Man, it's all love You can't love me without my brother 'cause it's all us I'm off a Perc', my brother Doodie, he off a small bus But I'm a baller, when I pass the ball, I yell, "Hut" Gotta watch them cheesy, sneaky bitches, they be stealin' nut I talk down on the trenches' hoes, knowin' damn well I still fucked But the money keep me insane, and I ain't know what a homie was I was fucked up in the trenches, I ain't even know what a Rollie was I used to look up to this nigga, but he gave his homie up 'Cause his daughter twelve years old, he gotta go do twenty-one And I don't fuck with no fuck niggas, so these niggas don't owe me nothin' Grown niggas act like kids, actin' like they Benjamin Button Put my own fee down for my lawyer, that shit was twenty-one hundred Had a deep talk with my dawg and he still wasn't comin' With a gun or without his gun, I say he still not runnin' And he tote his gun like 50, but he still one hundred, nigga It's all love (Man, it's all love) It's all love (Man, it's all love) It's all love (Man, it's all love) It's all love (Man, it's all love) It's all love

It's all love, I thought it was real He took a Percocet, wasn't all tryna pop a pill Tryna prove a point to pop off first, he ain't your dawg for real I gotta acknowledge that Lam' truck 'cause I had a Bonneville I don't get mad when the guys tell me no 'cause I know my mama will Different niggas, they rockin' Polo, I'm rockin' Tommy Hil' Trenches niggas, they'll drop it all when it's time to kill First time was a throw off on my backgrounds when I signed a deal They say it's favoritism, nah, these the ones I love the most I bought her two, three diamond chokers 'cause she love to choke 1942 with a small pill, she love the boat Durkio, Smurkio, yeah, she love the G.O.A.T. Yeah, I love them G locks Got away from all them phony niggas, I had to detox They don't even shoot at niggas no more, they love to beatbox Walked up out your life with a pair of socks That's two hundred, that's them G socks It's all love (Man, it's all love) It's all love (Man, it's all love) It's all love (Man, it's all love) It's all love (Man, it's all love) It's all love (Man, it's all love) It's all love (Man, it's all love) It's all love (Man, it's all love) It's all love (Man, it's all love) It's all love4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Why the opposition callin' my line? Tellin' me to come outside I would, but I know they lyin' (I been through this shit before, you know?) Foe'nem told me keep my iron My momma had a dream about me dyin' I told her that I hope she lyin' It's gon' be a homicide It's gon' be a homicide Fuck with Durk and they dyin' today (facts) They told me they sick and tired They don't want to die today Whatever my niggas be wantin', know I got 'em (I got 'em) I be off them drugs, addicted to narcotics (narcotics) 2012 niggas wasn't with me in the 'partments I'ma take a risk, carry my guns inside my joggers (yeah yeah) Why you steady playin' hoe? Let me be their father Kill his ass in the streets, we hope they don't charge us (don't charge us) We can't find your ass, we gon' kill your artist (On God) And you know it's guaranteed when I say promise (yeah yeah) And I got some shawtys that gon' shoot They gon' do the shit you ain't gon' do They gon' slide through your block, they make calls on you (Let's get it) You hang with them and don't supposed to, it's gon' fall on you Spit on me bad when I was down, I'ma ball on you And you ain't thinkin' 'bout getting no money, til' it dawned on you (yeah yeah) And nigga I'll drill for 'em (drill for 'em) I ain't still signed to French but I'd kill for him (Let's get it) Who said I ain't got no money, I'm like a mil' on You tried to turn a hoe into a housewife, watch, she still goin' (still goin') Voice of the trenches, talkin' for the streets (for the streets) Teachers said I might be dead 'cause I love the streets (Bitch) And she still told me that my grades above a B The streets don't love anyone, but they in love with me Fuck with me and it's a homicide Try to clean my image with a turkey drive Went in 18 he gettin' out when he like 35 2018 I'm goin' up, my shows a hundred racks (Damn) Lie to you none, but in jail I say a hundred lies How the fuck you mad, and I gave your ass a hundred tries? (ohh) And from them brothers that I love, I dropped a hundred, why? Don't feed your gang when they snake you, you gon' wonder why Tryin' tuck my pride away (tryin' tuck my pride) I ain't really tryin' to die today (I ain't really tryin' to die) Certain shit I can't tolerate (no) Why the opposition callin' my line? Tellin' me to come outside I would, but I know they lyin' (I been through this shit before, you know?) Foe'nem told me keep my iron My momma had a dream about me dyin' I told her that I hope she lyin' It's gon' be a homicide It's gon' be a homicide Fuck with Durk and they dyin' today (facts) They told me they sick and tired They don't want to die today8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> DY Krazy Ayy, it's so crazy 'cause I made this song off another nigga feelings Know what I'm sayin'? What he going through with his bitch Know what I'm sayin'? He actually one of my dogs Know what I'm sayin'? So, here you go

We ain't talk in a minute, so don't hit me up And I mix my feelings with prescription drugs When I fell to my knees, you ain't pick me up When I was down on my back, you said I ain't rich enough And we ain't talk about no sex 'cause you ain't get it up And I don't want you to suck my dick 'cause you ain't spit enough You an ungrateful lil' bitch, said I ain't spend enough You told me you want your ass shots 'cause you ain't thick enough I'm in the trenches with the sharks, I ain't have a heart Some nights I ain't wanna talk, I left you in the dark You was lurkin' on my page, you became a narc' You was writing bitches back, that shit went too far And I carried you on my back like I ain't have a car You was kinda mad I hang with murderers Bitch, you Instagram famous, but you not a star Instagram famous, but you not a star Bitch, I made you, took you out the hood and I saved you While them other niggas tried to play you Bitch, you ungrateful, bitch, you ungrateful, bitch, you un— I ain't want a label, I ain't want a label I ain't tryna be your friend, or your man, or your husband I don't want a label You steady throwin' your pussy, but I don't want none I got a wife, so after me you gotta fuck Von Then Ikey, then Booka, then it's more fun I kick her out slick as hell, tell her, "Store run" I know a couple divas, that's still a secret The bitches I made eat it, you would not believe it This shit was never easy, I move strategic Me and two, three singers, we had a threesome Back to back, fuckin' back to back, off the perky Back to back, told her all them lies, I was perfect Always tryna run the streets deep, I was thirsty Gotta watch my back, a lot of niggas tryna hurt me That's why I keep my .50 and my .30 Niggas ain't on shit, they washed up, detergent Big Backwood, sat back and burned it I'm better, hot like a furnace, yeah Bitch, I made you, took you out the hood and I saved you While them other niggas tried to play you Bitch, you ungrateful, bitch, you ungrateful, bitch, you un— I ain't want a label, I ain't want a label I ain't tryna be your friend, or your man, or your husband I don't want a label5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (Carl Paul) This is how I feel, I got your love attached to me And you know I truly love you, it was never about no pussy And you told me that them niggas ain't for me, they just want my money And I like the way you is, you ain't tryna kick it with my buddies And I got a habit and I like that you don't judge me And that's so fucked up that I'm glad to be a junkie To fall in love, I say I been afraid I'm mixin' lean with Lyrical Lemonade And we on top, ain't no more public aid Or callin' your boss to get another raise I drop some Backwood ashes in the Wraith Reminiscing 'bout the older days Oh, oh, oh, oh I gotta raise the roof for the people don't let the 'net ruin they relationship Oh, oh, oh, oh I gotta raise the roof for the females who won't listen to another bitch Oh, oh, oh, oh I gotta raise the roof for the niggas in the trenches turned to gentlemen Oh, oh, oh, oh I gotta tell the truth, this the best relationship I ever been in Whoever thought that I can make this shit? Voice of the streets and relationship And we don't care what the rumor is Fuck these other hoes 'cause I love my bitch Alexander McQueen and Rockstar jeans The prosecutor hatin' 'cause I'm doin' my thing Six kids plus her daughter, that's what it is (Oh, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na) I seen Rel fall in love, I know that shit crazy I seen Booka fall in love, I know that shit crazy Inside, and don't let the outside run that situation And it's me and her forever, it's a lit-uation, yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh I gotta raise the roof for the people don't let the 'net ruin they relationship Oh, oh, oh, oh I gotta raise the roof for the females who won't listen to another bitch Oh, oh, oh, oh I gotta raise the roof for the niggas in the trenches turned to gentlemen Oh, oh, oh, oh

I gotta tell the truth, this the best relationship I ever been in5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (D-D-DJ FMCT) Ayy, they told me I can't be around no gang members, y'all got me fucked up, nigga I go everywhere with my killers, man (DJ Bandz, oh, man) Yeah, let's get it Throw that mask on, when you jump out first, you better blast (Yeah) V. don't like slow shit, on hits them switches (Frrt) fast (Gang) Ain't gon' lie, the city hot with strikers, they don't last (Turn up) When you pop in with your killers, you better check your gas (Man, what?) We don't party on other blocks, they fuck with other opps (Let's get it) Then come 'round like you gang, that got your brother shot (Brrah) You say his name insidе a song, that got your brother hot (Let's get it) Thеn leave him hangin' without a lawyer, that shit dumb as fuck (Pussy) You come outside without your gun, lil' boy, you dumb as fuck (Dumb as fuck) Ain't no quick run to the store, they pop out, fire you up (Brrah) I told my P.O. through the gate that I get high as fuck (I get high as fuck) She ask me how high do I get? I told her high as Duck (Tooka) My brother told me get some property, I kept gettin' Glockies (Gettin' Glocks) I told him, "I only drink Wocky," he say I'm gettin' cocky (Let's get it) All them bitches wanna fuck me, I don't give them money One bitch thought I told her, "Yeah," I said, "You better block me" He survive one to the head, but it fucked up his body You think he off an eight of red the way that nigga noddin' He don't even know 'bout drugs, he say, "Lean, OxyContin" You tryna judge him off his looks, that lil' boy actually robbin' Man, he talkin' 'bout gang in this bitch (Why he callin', talkin' 'bout gang?) He ain't get back from that one shit, man, his gang ain't on shit (Still ain't get back for no gang) Foenem posted up outside (Shit), Dracos hangin' and shit (King Drac', I let it hang) Before he died, his ass a goofy, now he famous as shit (Blrrd, blrrd, blrrd) I'm King Draco, got my name off drillin', check the record, bitch (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt) If pussy drop that song about me, he get found without his dick Send off a bag 'bout my lil' cousin, they fakin', they'll call it quit (Woah, woah) They make me mad enough, I spin through there myself, say the wrong shit (Say the wrong shit) Might still sip when I get low (Woah), but I prefer Wock' over Tris (Wocky over Tris) Fucked up and let me in the door (Woah), I went fully on auto sticks (Sticks) I'm Mr.-Slime-'Em-Out (Blrrd), I caught his back door, unlocked on a lick (Blrrd) Or Mr.-Leave-No-Evidence (Blrrd), know my criminal book hella thick (On God) You niggas goose, ain't got no gun, you went away, your ass a dummy I'm on my sixth Moncler this winter, I couldn't wait to get some money My lil' nigga up four souls, he caught two dressed up like a junkie They thought I was just rappin' (Blrrd), lay that murder gang, that shit ain't funny (Blrrd, blrrd) You lay, the murder gang, they come through, that shit ain't funny (Uh, blrrd) I'm locked in with hunters, from the God, got killers 'round the country (Uh, blrrd, blrrd) I might don't need to slime 'em out, just be yourself and stay three hunnid (Hunnid) We get money Monday through Saturday, pray to Trey Day every Sunday (Trey Day every) My clique tied up in the field (Blrrd), won't never hear me go out runnin' (Nope) Post up a pic like I'm in L.A., but the whole time I'm with gun (Blrrd, blrrd) Ain't tryna keep hearin' 'bout that shit you did, go get active again (The whole time) It's either eat or get ate on my side, I'ma fuck the drops and go and spin (Spin) Three and O, we skunkin' shit, get one more kill, conceal the win (Win) Beef with us, won't never land 'til y'all get hit up with them pens (Pens) Can't come around unless you get a body, chopper, F&N (Blrrd, blrrd) We caught one of them pussies drunk, he died before he dropped the Henn' (Blrrd, blrrd) Got 'bout ten whips in my garage and still don't know what to get in (Take off) Take off the emblems out the 'Cat, tint out the window 'fore I spin (Shh, blrrd) Tint out the window 'fore I spin Blrrd, blrrd, blrrd, blrrd10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I told you I ain't gon' leave you It's your swag though Them Chanel Tennicitos (DY Krazy) That you in It's gon' be okay, okay, okay Just don't leave, okay, okay, okay Baby lead the way, the way Yeah, yeah, the way, the way (Oh oh) When you caught me cheatin', I caught amnesia (Oh oh) And I'm Durkio, it's nice to meet you (Oh oh) And she sexy, she got her features (Mmh mmh mmh) When I see you down, I pick up the pieces (Pick up the pieces) I was feeling like a clown, I thought you would leave me I let them get inside my head (Okay, okay, okay) I know you wishin' I was dead (Okay, okay, okay) And she won't put up with my bullshit (Won't nah) The way I make that pussy scream, she think I'm hood rich (Think I'm hood rich, yeah yeah) They couldn't imagine us, we got 'em mad as fuck (Oh oh) I'ma get your Patek bust, I'ma let you count it up (Yeah yeah) Bust down Patek for me (Turn up) Put my dick on her teeth (Turn up) Fucked up and gave her the key (Skrrt) I gave her the recipe (Turn up) I got my head in the streets (Got my head in the streets) She like when I suck on her feet (She like when I suck on her feet) She in love with me She like it doggy style (She like it doggy style)

She count up a hundred thou' (She count up a hundred thou') Cheat on me, it can't be long Pass me the drugs, my high comin' down It's gon' be okay, okay, okay Just don't leave, okay, okay, okay Baby lead the way, the way Yeah, yeah, the way, the way I'm talkin' 'bout today, right now, I need you (Oh oh) When you caught me cheatin', I caught amnesia (Oh oh) And I'm Durkio, it's nice to meet you (Oh oh) And she sexy, she got her features (Mmh mmh mmh) When I see you down, I pick up the pieces (Pick up the pieces) I was feeling like a clown, I thought you would leave me And I can't let nobody tell me that my bitch goin' And we got strong mind, I told her we gon' get through it, oh oh In her Rick Owens, I had to put my rent on it And I was broke as hell, she thought I had some shit goin' No, I don't want your number No, I don't want to give you mine, and no And I'm so cocky, got a big ego Her head so sloppy, got to take off these drawers You ain't gotta worry 'bout me vanishing And I'm down for the cause and the challenges I fell out with my dawg 'bout money, it was not 'bout a bitch But he told her I had a girl, but he told her right before I hit She say I run my mouth 'cause I told my guys I hit But he was with me when I seen you, I said I gotta hit And I knew he was kinda hatin', he said I got a bitch They DM'ed her from a fake page but it was too accurate It was him Edible arrangement, bring flowers Couldn't say I cheated 'cause I was a bachelor That pussy pancakes, my tongue a spatula And I take Adderall so I can add it up My first gun was a Smith & Wesson These ain't no SI's, these VVS's I was in them trenches, yeah I need a blessing Couldn't get into good school, I was getting rejected No, I don't want to meet you nowhere No, I don't want none of your time, and no No make-up, no inches, no lipo And I know that you know I'm psycho Love her perfume, bring me more shrooms My heart got no room, I don't need no tomb No I won't hurt you, 'cause we global The world know you, the world know you It's gon' be okay, okay, okay Just don't leave, okay, okay, okay Baby lead the way, the way Yeah, yeah, the way, the way I'm talkin' 'bout today, right now, I need you (Oh oh) When you caught me cheatin', I caught amnesia (Oh oh) And I'm Durkio, it's nice to meet you (Oh oh) And she sexy, she got her features (Mmh mmh mmh)4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (Malik on the beat) (Ayo Bleu) No, no, no, no Yeah, yeah, yeah (Aura) No, no, no, no (Turn Me Up Josh) Whoa, oh, oh Them niggas act like they don't need us They do everything we doing they wanna be us Foenem takin' ecstasy, they tryna T up He rather go and blow a bag instead of re-up You wasn’t on that block when that shit was goin' on I wasn't worried about the other side when that shit was goin' on And we don't hang with different niggas, don't ask us what we on The only time we'll beat the case, you pull out camera phones I used to draw Lil' Mo name on the styrofoam I had to teach the grown niggas, right from wrong Why the state had told the jury, "They tryna indict us all" The lawyers got them affidavits, they better sign them all, hm I had a bad bitch off the 'Gram, she let her titties hang She told Bandz I bought her a Birkin, I told her anything I was ridin' 'round with guns in that Bentley thang We puttin' stickers on our drums, that's a city thang I hate the niggas who be tryna switch the block up I be with the killers who would change a nigga roster I'm from the part of the city, watch your partner You ain't did shit to the same nigga who shot ya 'Fore you leave that door, gotta pick your Glock up Can't nut in no more whores, I got that from my momma Shuttin' down the stores, you do that with these commas You had me at my lowest, I'm ridin' 'round with choppers (Oh) Close that backdoor, can't get snaked out by my homie (No, no, no, no, no, yeah, yeah) Close that backdoor 'cause I know that shit's phony (No, no, no, no, no, whoa) Close that backdoor, can't get snaked by my homie (Oh)

Close that backdoor 'cause I know this love phony That's a bet I'm The Voice, that mean Dee-Dee, he the threat Don't get stretched, 'cause foenem tweakin' off the X I know what happened to your homie, don't be next He got that get back for his block, I tilt my hat I feel like I'm drownin', got this water 'round my neck Cocky nigga throwin' ashes on Pateks Went to the trench store, threw up the treys on the mat (Yeah) They be callin' me, you hangin' with dangerous I'm just slidin' 'til out west, just for Uncle Remus All my sibling's kids know your uncle famous I know this shit sound dumb and the strangest In the trenches, I feel the safest On the radio, shoutout Nehpets Did it off the love but I gave ‘em faces (Oh) Close that backdoor, can't get snaked by my homie (No, no, no, no, no, yeah, yeah) Close that backdoor 'cause I know that shit's phony (No, no, no, no, no, whoa) Close that backdoor, can't get snaked by my homie (Oh) Close that backdoor 'cause I know this love phony (Oh) Close that backdoor, can't get snaked out by my homie (No, no, no, no, no, yeah, yeah) Close that backdoor 'cause I know that shit's phony (No, no, no, no, no)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I know I ain't worried, I ain't stressin' 'bout no money I do shit for niggas and they act like they don't love me When I turn my head, be the same niggas slug me Love when Steve got it 'cause I know that boy like Curry Shoot somethin' How you 'round me always broke, don't wanna do nothin'? And I watched you sell your pole for like two hundred And that's a cluck move Plenty nights it was me and you, I was screaming fuck you And I grew up 'round them youngins, I said fuck school Only me and you was trappin', we had much room And I was zoned off them perkies, you off mushrooms And I told 'em if they touch you they in trouble Ain't no city like Chicago 'cause we home of them gangsters Rob everything that move, we was pullin' them capers I'm talking dice games When bro 'nem opened up the trap, I seen them hypes came My two hoes stay with some strap, it's a dyke thing Got a hundred on my neck Hundred on my wrist, Audemar, no Patek Came from the bottom, yeah I felt the neglect Juvenile nigga, I was desperate for sex I know I ain't worried, I ain't stressin' 'bout no money I do shit for niggas and they act like they don't love me When I turn my head, be the same niggas slug me Love when Steve got it 'cause I know that boy like Curry Shoot somethin' How you 'round me always broke, don't wanna do nothin'? And I watched you sell your pole for like two hundred And that's a cluck move Plenty nights it was me and you, I was screaming fuck you She was VHS, rockin' VVS's Steady catchin' blessings, I don't get rejected Homicides got worser, body count went up Can't ride around regular, car tinted up The way this fifty blowin' you would think it was ten of us I talked to Lauren and jail call in the Bentley truck Heard that rumor I got shot and I got hemmed up Even though I'm ten toes, won't give near' fucks Hoodie on, skully on, mob Corleone And they couldn't find a witness, Von gon' be home He ain't wanna keep attendance 'cause his days was long Came from nothing, who'd of thought what we'd get paid for shows? I know I ain't worried, I ain't stressin' 'bout no money I do shit for niggas and they act like they don't love me When I turn my head, be the same niggas slug me Love when Steve got it 'cause I know that boy like Curry Shoot somethin' How you 'round me always broke, don't wanna do nothin'? And I watched you sell your pole for like two hundred And that's a cluck move Plenty nights it was me and you, I was screaming fuck you3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L-L-L-L-L-L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L's up for them hittaz

Throw the L's up for them hittaz You don't fuck with me, then fuck 'em My own niggas, Ion't trust 'em Bricksquad, I say fuck 'em Wuga World wit' 'em so fuck 'em I'm in these streets, no duckin' This foreign mac, it's Russian Kay Kay and Tee Tee, them hoes know they bussin' I did a lot to these niggas, they mad we fuck they bitches Fucked a couple them Barbies, now I need a pretty Mrs OTF 300, the city ridin' with us Too many say they drillin', throw the L's up for them hittaz L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L-L-L-L-L-L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz I don't know what got into me I'm jammin' like I'm with MTV Niggas know that we rich forever, like we fuckin' with MMG Robbin', clearin' up niggas throat, .40 got a lemon squeeze Coolin' on that mac too, hot shit for a winter breeze Duckin' low from all the ops, blastin' at yo enemies Yo' bitch know she doin' dick, we call that ho double D We call that ho double D Ain't nobody hot as me, L's L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L-L-L-L-L-L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz I'm higher than an astronaut I'm off the shit, I'm passin' out I don't know what they tellin' 'bout, wearing wires a get 'em got Where I'm from my niggas win Couple niggas that gone for ten Couple guys that's R.I.P, niggas know that we get it in Life ain't no joke, nigga, L's up for Lil Mo, nigga Life ain't no joke, nigga, L's up for lil Mo, nigga L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L-L-L-L-L-L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz L's up for them hittaz Throw the L's up for them hittaz28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> See, I popped me a Xan And that lean, that shit got me on Pluto (Uh) And I'm smokin' on that dope And it got me on Pluto M-M-M-Murda (Gas and mud) Leanin' (Gas and mud) I'm smokin' dope (Gas and mud), that molly water (Gas and mud) Or a molly (Gas and mud), I pop a flat (Gas and mud) I'm turnin' up (Gas and mud), don't come if you (Gas and mud) Ain't got it all (Gas and mud), I'm smoke (Gas and mud) I'm leanin' (Gas and mud), I'm sleepy (Gas and mud) Can't think (Gas and mud) I'm smokin' dope, smokin' dope, smokin' dope (Gas and mud) (Gas and mud, gas and mad) I'm leanin' leanin' leanin' leanin' leanin' Drug, drug, drugs, sleepin' off them Xannies (Let's get it) She wanna turn up, got her off the shit and out her panties Ain't gotta spike her with the molly, she done came ready (She already) Light up a Bob Marley, smokin' dead niggas (Dope) Bottom of my shoe the color red, nigga Don't turn up, let them drugs get to yo head nigga (Don't get killed) Pool party, lotta lean, lotta smokes (Alotta smokes) Lotta money, lotta bitches, lotta jokes (That's turnin' up) One hunnid three times, ain't no three packs in Newport (Don't get smoked) Can't keep up with my fashion, 'cause your money too short (Yo ass broke) From LA, MIA, all the way to New York I be off them drugs, but I-I can't feel my face I po'd a fourth up in that Crush (That lean) No razor blade, but that lean I got better not be cut (No) I'll call up my connect, I need some gas and mud (Some gas) 'Cause he know I love my drugs

(Gas and mud) Leanin' (Gas and mud) I'm smokin' dope (Gas and mud), that molly water (Gas and mud) Or a molly (Gas and mud), I pop a flat (Gas and mud) I'm turnin' up (Gas and mud), don't come if you (Gas and mud) Ain't got it all (Gas and mud), I'm smoke (Gas and mud) I'm leanin' (Gas and mud), I'm sleepy (Gas and mud) Can't think (Gas and mud) I'm smokin' dope, smokin' dope, smokin' dope (Gas and mud) (Gas and mud, gas and mad) I'm leanin' leanin' leanin' leanin' leanin' Drivin', window down, hit me, wake me up Get in my feelings, that molly, know niggas is fake as fuck OG, show me some OG, let me take a puff Lean man know every time I hit him, he meet me up You don't drink, so let me pint up that Diddy (CÎROC) That Patron hit me strong, I mix that light wit that Rémy (I'm fucked up) Now you see nothin' but the top and the back of her Remy (That head) Just chew me up, now, you deserve you some Jimmy's Now, fuck for fame, you might go and get you some Fendi (Yeah) Don't love me, bitch, you know you love you them pennies (Get money) Now my eyes closed, smokin' on that hydro Now I'm wide awoke, molly got me grind mode I can't move slow, lean got me on Pluto (Pluto) Imma dog like Cujo (Cujo) Now tell me, bitch, you broke (You broke) Bitch yo pocket's a joke (Joke) And my block give ya smoke (Smoke) Nah, I ain't off them drugs (Gas and mud) Leanin' (Gas and mud) I'm smokin' dope (Gas and mud), that molly water (Gas and mud) Or a molly (Gas and mud), I pop a flat (Gas and mud) I'm turnin' up (Gas and mud), don't come if you (Gas and mud) Ain't got it all (Gas and mud), I'm smoke (Gas and mud) I'm leanin' (Gas and mud), I'm sleepy (Gas and mud) Can't think (Gas and mud) I'm smokin' dope, smokin' dope, smokin' dope (Gas and mud) (Gas and mud, gas and mad) I'm leanin' leanin' leanin' leanin' leanin'34EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> DY Krazy If I finally let you smash, you put your back in it Watch this pussy string you out, like it got crack in it It look good in the mirror, the way I practice it I wanna feel the whole shit, don't give me half of it Drunk text lead to rich sex (Yeah, yeah) Then that group sex where my bitch wet (Yeah, yeah) You know I'm nasty Got me touching on my own body If R&B don't mention me, don't mention nobody I been fly since like, 15, without a co-pilot We been fucking for a year, before they know'd about it Boy, you know that pussy good, but don't go boast about it Boy, you know that pussy wet when you swim deep inside it I suggest you wear a vest if you plan on surviving Ya day was long, the sex was good So tell me all about it If you too tired, be my bike, relax and let me ride it Coupe sex, with no roof sex (Yeah, yeah) Hula hoop sex, on a loop sex (Yeah, yeah) Give it to me nasty, yeah (No, oh) Ooh, oh, oh, you gon' dive in this pussy, you gon' overdose Fuck me good after we eat, then we gone roll the smoke Ooh, oh, snatch my soul up in the Rolls, so I can go ghost Baby, when I smash you, put your back in it Get that first nut, then I'm back in it Can you go deep? You keep asking it Don't take a whole Perc', she want half of it Drug sex, drug sex, yeah, yeah Rich sex, rich sex, yeah, yeah I know you nasty She be touchin' on her own body You know you can't compare me to no other (No, no, no, no) Fuck so good I call you by your government (Ooh) Fuck so good, I fuck just for the fuck of it (Ooh) Fuck so good you just can't get enough of it Oh, nah, nah, nah, don't slide by You're girl can say, "Bye, bye" I can't take this for me I know you want me and it's clear Baby, tell me you decided 'Cause in your heart you feel you know you can't fight it When we together you know we always right, babe Right, babe, I feel up on you get excited Wanna take control, baby? That's fine with me Look me in the eyes when inside me Ride or die, need you right beside me Any time I front, boy you remind me Baby, when I smash you, put your back in it Get that first nut, then I'm back in it Can you go deep? You keep asking it Don't take a whole Perc', she want half of it

Drug sex, drug sex, yeah, yeah Rich sex, rich sex, yeah, yeah I know you nasty She be touchin' on her own body1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (DJ on the beat so it's a banger) I came from nothin', I had to go get it I had to finesse out the gang way (Gang way) I done did everything for the niggas that I love Who stuck in the chain gang (Chain gang) Shit be so weird, I'm steady watchin' all the niggas who yellin' out, "Gang, gang" (Gang, gang) Shit be so different, I'm watchin' them niggas who bitches but yellin' out, "Bang, bang" (Bang, bang) Roll up a blunt of that Pluto Used to be deep, now I'm riding 'round uno I know some niggas who hustlin' but quit 'Cause they was doin' this shit for too long I remember niggas feelin' like brothers But now this shit feel like a group home And I had told 'em I love 'em so much To me, it felt like you can't do wrong I was trappin' out the side of my granny crib I was servin' with two phones I remember tellin' jewelers, "Don't know what a Patek is" Now it's two-tone The money make the world spin The money make the girls grin Been rapping since 2010 Whoever thought I'd win? Asked them why they sellin' food stamps I done grabbed a Urus on some cool shit I'ma get it on my own, when I felt alone I remember feelin' useless I remember servin' to the cool kids Twin got a .30 like a pool stick Why you think your murders turn to news clips? When a nigga die, when his family cry And they'll swear to God that he ain't do shit I remember niggas being goofy Spending their last money on the Gucci He just got fly just to get him some coochie Went to jail ridin' 'round with a goofy I can actually say I'm feelin' like money I remember riding 'round with a hunnid Had twin with me ridin' one hunnids Gucci bagged up with fifty one-hunnids Super motivated, come from a dungeon Like, why you call the dungeon the trenches? It don't matter 'cause I'm bringin' my niggas Why you fall out with me just for attention? Niggas die when they pop up in my mentions Had the realest nigga tell you're a peasant Took a Perc' and it got me in my feelings (Got me in my feelings) The money make the world spin The money make the girls grin Been rapping since 2010 Whoever thought I'd win? The money make the world spin The money make the girls grin Been rapping since 2010 Whoever thought I'd win? Man, I've been trappin' since 2007 My mama was strugglin', I had to help her From juvenile to penitentiary, I'm better I'm happy I can say I got it together Fifty-three percent of these niggas feminine I am not a gangsta, I am a gentleman We the ones that handle murders like businessmen Postin' money on the 'Gram, I invented that I done came a long way from the middleman I got head for an hour in the Cullinan I done gave a thousand bows to my brother 'nem Shit get serious when them bodies start comin' up I put a kit on the Urus, it's bigger now Told my baby mama, "We need a bigger house" I'm too real for this shit, I done figured out Got one foot in the streets, tryna pull it out Keep it lowkey, she ain't runnin' her mouth (Mouth) She don't ever want me to pull out (Out) I ran it up to a low from an ounce I'm rockin' clothes I can't even pronounce Fuck the pandemic, I love me a drought I ran it up in this motherfucker Three hunnid shots, that's enough in this motherfucker Only The Family, it's us in this motherfucker, gang shit The money make the world spin The money make the girls grin Been rapping since 2010 Whoever thought I'd win? The money make the world spin

The money make the girls grin Been rapping since 2010 Whoever thought I'd win?4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (TouchofTrent be wildin' with it) I pour an eight inside the Lam' truck, fell asleep flyin' I thought them niggas had my back, but I'm steady seein' signs And I can't turn my back on Boona like I ain't see him tryin' These tears shed, whenever he dead, it's different seein' him die Bah, get close up on 'em, you know that shit be graphic You gotta pop out with that ratchet, you know this shit get tragic And you can't fumble with that stick, you know this shit ain't Madden All that shit you did in the streets, you know that shit gon' vanish Yeah, I pop these pills, they try to read my thoughts And you can't dig back in your past 'cause you got time you lost And make that time up for your kids 'cause you know time ain't bought Booka bought me a diamond cross, but he know he won't cross me They turned they back and said they'd kill me, yeah, that's when they lost me I put baguettie inside the Cartier 'cause I'm feelin' bossy They feel some type of way in the county jail, I told 'em call me I built a relationship with the real with niggas who never saw me Yeah, I seen my chance and that's when I grabbed it Fuck bein' a hundred, I spent a couple hundred on niggas' tablets Lean gave me chest pains, that's when I popped the Perky tablet I tried to get that family vibe for niggas who wasn't established You do that shit again, what you did to bro gon' get you a casket I did shit for niggas without them askin' I broke pounds for niggas without them matchin' I don't fuck with you, I'ma tell y'all nah even though I got it Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah This shit was different, we was together like ten years ago And I don't talk to a lotta niggas, but they still the bros The ones I ain't talk to like that back then, know they still hoes And some niggas try to hide they hate, but that shit still show I never fucked on block hoes because I call 'em sisters One hate me right now as I speak because I called her a hooker Cut the loose ends, I cut 'em off, they try to say I'm a butcher Bitch, you a rat, never mind, I changed my life, I'm Muslim I talked to Chops on FaceTime, he say, "Damn, you back smokin'" He say, "That back door damn near closed," I say, "It's back open" I say, "These blocks could be back one," he say, "You back hopin'" You gotta watch them niggas you love 'cause they still backdoorin' He ain't got no hope in beatin' his trial because he lost his motion Bro got life, he don't know how pussy smell, that's why he fuck his lotion I know some real niggas would lose it all for a viral moment My dreads swing, I feel like Wayne, show me my opponent You know, I like talkin' to the streets, like When you say you the voice, you gotta, like, open up, like Tell motherfuckers, like, what it is, like, you can't hold nothin' back You gotta relate to them, relate to the poverty, you know what I'm sayin'? Relate to the trenches You know what I'm sayin', I can't be talkin' 'bout a Richard Mille all the time, know what I'm sayin'? Some of the guys don't even know what the fuck a Richard Mille is Know what I'm sayin'? You gotta relate All angles, know what I'm sayin'? The voice Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> You my downfall, I hope you know that shit I can't be around y'all, 'cause I can't show you this You gon' do what you gotta do to sell that dog food And if you got a good bitch, you gotta send her to law school 'Cause you might need her, tell the feds leave my niggas alone (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) You my nigga, you my dog, you my dog for sure (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, you my nigga, and you right here for long You my nigga, you my, you my nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) You my nigga, that's a fact, and you can't lie to me (Ayy, woah) What I get paid on that block, that's like your salary (Uh, woah) Mandatory rules to the trenches, keep your gun on you 'Fore the money even be involved, they be one hundred Fuckin' all these hoes state to state, I ain't see love comin' Slowed down on that mud, grew a pudge from it, uh Not what you do, just how you do it, ain't what you say, it's how you say it You can think about the money, but it's how you gonna chase it They freed a couple killers, now they city goin' up And you only call me when you see me pourin' up And you snuck n' told, you don't know if we know or not And you brought me drinks, only time you threw a shot (Wow) My other homie told my other homie

That my other homie other homie tryna kill him That's why I only fuck with a couple niggas Get out the dope game, get a couple figures Make my bitch cum and then I'm cummin' with her Real niggas only, ain't no competition We dropped Bloodas, now they sayin' "Bloodas" If I don't know nothin', I know our fans love us I learned to rap and get some bands from it You be around the fake, but I'm stayin' from it You my downfall, I hope you know that shit I can't be around y'all, 'cause I can't show you this You gon' do what you gotta do to sell that dog food And if you got a good bitch, you gotta send her to law school 'Cause you might need her, tell the feds leave my niggas alone (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) You my nigga, you my dog, you my dog for sure (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, you my nigga, and you right here for long You my nigga, you my, you my nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Don't even fix your mouth to tell me that you loyal (Keep that) They only reason I spare you is because I love you (I swear) A whole lot of choppers, couple Jewish lawyers (Yeah) Straight dope boy (Yeah), Richard Porter (Trap) Took a lot of losses fuckin' with you nigga (Trap) Seen a lot of crosses fuckin' with you nigga (Damn) Yeah, we did dirt (Yeah), yeah, I front you work (Yeah) Plugged on the syrup (Yeah), but that shit was curse (Shit!) You like to get high, I like to get paid (Okay) I been on some hustlin' shit since 6th grade (Ayy, who dat?) I'm the one your mom and daddy told you stay away from But I'm the one who that told you fuck them hoes, let's get this paper Count a million, smoke a nigga at the same time (Hey) Rich nigga, me and you ain't on the same time (it's Dolph) On the stage or in the trap, I'm the same nigga (it's Dolph) You ain't ever elevated, just the same nigga You my downfall, I hope you know that shit I can't be around y'all, 'cause I can't show you this You gon' do what you gotta do to sell that dog food And if you got a good bitch, you gotta send her to law school 'Cause you might need her, tell the feds leave my niggas alone (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) You my nigga, you my dog, you my dog for sure (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, you my nigga, and you right here for long You my nigga, you my, you my nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) You my nigga, you my dog since the sandbox (Sandbox) I been runnin' with some killers, we got hand Glocks (Hand Glocks) Sippin' syrup, I'm movin' slow like a grandpa (Grandpa) Kept it real from the jump, these niggas changed up (Changed up) All these diamonds on my neck, they gettin' tangled up Hearin' rumors 'bout my main man snortin' dust (Oh) We ain't have no ride, we'd steal a car, we don't catch the bus (Yeah) I wish Lil Juan could see me now, a nigga rich as fuck (Rich as fuck) Fuck a nine-to-five, I'm sellin' whole things (Whole things) I was down bad on my dick, I didn't have no dreams (No dreams) I swear to God I had a hundred racks at eighteen (Ayy) Sittin' in the cell, goin' hard, they tryna mace me (Serve 10) Every nigga who threw salt gon' have to face me (Face me) Told my bitch that she can leave, she won't replace me (Won't replace me) Doin' what I'm 'posed to do, I know they hate me (Hate me) I'ma stand up on they ass 'til they take me (Take me) You my downfall, I hope you know that shit I can't be around y'all, 'cause I can't show you this You gon' do what you gotta do to sell that dog food And if you got a good bitch, you gotta send her to law school 'Cause you might need her, tell the feds leave my niggas alone (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) You my nigga, you my dog, you my dog for sure (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, you my nigga, and you right here for long You my nigga, you my, you my nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Smokin' your dead homie Facts, gas I know a bitch who do whatever for some Valentinos (Oh) I'm with the killers, goin' to BET inside the Vino (Let's get it) Man, my city was goin' crazy, rest in peace to Chino (Chino) And free that nigga Meech 'cause he the hood hero (Uh, hero) Don't gotta prove no point, nigga, we know (Oh yeah, we know) And wherever that drama at, we go (We go) (You know, you know) We the neighborhood heroes (We know, we know) We the neighborhood heroes That street shit We don't reply to niggas with that tweet shit (Facts) Beef shit, nigga said fuck me, he ain't mean it (Pussy) Sweet shit, foenem caught a body, they gon' beat it Defense, Glock to his face, he won't eat it (Brr) All facts, nigga snaked me once and I'ma fall back (Let's get it) Nigga say he my brother, but he snaked me, what you call that? I cheated on my BM three times with my dog ass She gave her number, I delete it, 'cause they all rats

Chiraq, where the police don't call backup Last nigga played with Durkio, he in a backwood Chicago niggas play with PnB, but ain't no matchup If you know me like you know me, where I'm from, I'm not a rapper Burglar, scammer, a murderer, I'm handsome When I'm off the drugs, I swear I'm steady throwin' tantrums Angelo told me once before, he want a Phantom I can't say no 'cause that's my son, I gotta answer I know a bitch who do whatever for some Valentinos (You know) I'm with the killers, goin' to BET inside the Vino (You know) Man, my city was goin' crazy, rest in peace to Chino And free that nigga Meech 'cause he the hood hero Don't gotta prove no point, nigga, we know (We know) And wherever that drama at, we go (Oh, oh) Oh, we the neighborhood heroes (We the neighborhood heroes) We the neighborhood heroes They say we won't get help unless Obama do it (Turn up) Don't get shot in my areas, ain't no trauma unit (Let's get it) If you a snake and they ain't do, just know the opps'll do it (Know the opps'll do it) And go and drill, this the best time 'cause the opps into it (Brr) I still sleep around the savages like I ain't rich You talkin' to me about your homie, that's that fake shit (Turn up) The city ain't never played my songs, shoutout to Nehpets Just take that watch up of your arm 'fore we take it (Yeah, yeah) And we the reason for your dead niggas Breadwinners, when you hit that stain you ain't share with us Fuck the Instagram, this reality I know a nigga talk straight cash, and he ain't got a G They had my momma usin' WIC when we in poverty And I was tired of eatin' Kix, but she know I gotta eat Stop lyin', stop tellin' niggas you gon' ride for me Stop lyin', stop tellin' niggas you gon' die for me I know a bitch who do whatever for some Valentinos I'm with the killers, goin' to BET inside the Vino Man, my city was goin' crazy, rest in peace to Chino And free that nigga Meech 'cause he the hood hero Don't gotta prove no point, nigga, we know And wherever that drama at, we go Oh, we the neighborhood heroes We the neighborhood heroes4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (Turn me up, Josh) I was goin' through that pain alone I was goin' through that phase alone We all change, you say I change alone Sleepless nights, barely changin' clothes You know damn right you was wrong I was tired, they didn't realize Certain vibes, it don't feel right Plenty nights got me traumatized Why they lie? I do love my guys You lookin' crazy, know the trenches raised me I'm Durkio, but I'm Chicago JAY-Z And I was scared how that money made me I caught a vibe today, was lookin' crazy Money ran low, right? Felons can't vote, right? I can't even vote for who I believe in, shit ain't goin' right I didn't drop a tear inside the funeral, I ain't mourn right And I nut in all the hoes I fuck, I blame the porn site Please don't turn away from me I got enough on my plate tryna turn away, tryna turn away Became the voice of the streets and my people ain't believe in me I'm supportive of the streets and them people ain't believe in me Quarantine what? I'm just tryna make a buck Talkin' to my dawg, he be actin' like he stuck Favorite gun a Glock, it slipped up, what a month Throw it in they face every time I hold it up Granny ain't feelin' too well Shootout with the police, I ain't goin' to jail How you actin' off a case, you'll know if you tell I know a nigga from the hood, he'll serve with no scale Watchin' Bands make a play, I seen him score in the mail Gave him thirty-nine years, I heard him cry in the cell Even though I'm gettin' big, I bought a MAC through my Zelle Took a picture on my block, they think I'm back in the field Please don't turn away from me I got enough on my plate tryna turn away, tryna turn away Became the voice of the streets and my people ain't believe in me I'm supportive of the streets and them people ain't believe in me6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> It's your boy Lil Durk man King of Chicago man This is not a diss

Caught a new case and shit, made me look basic Police want names, cause I done made it Don't fuck with my niggas, they left a nigga hanging Free Zoo and free DD, hardbodies don't say shit Don't be from Mubu, this rap shit is fufu (We don't rap beef, nigga!) Catch me on Normal, with Twin he a loose screw (My niggas go nuts!) These niggas is snitching, we callin' em blues clues They telling the police, giving em loose clues I fuck with the Migos, but I am not Capo Sipping on purple, I'm feeling like harpo (I'm sippin' on act!) These niggas want war, knock meat out his taco For that beef with our team , we shooting like porno Shots out of Chiraq, born central city Now I'm in LA, eating shrimp with Diddy My daddy got booked with some books and a couple of millis The next deal I sign is gonna be for a couple of millis I don't rock Gucci, I just like Louis V That swipe shit is cool, but you will not Woochie me How you gone wife her, she just gon' do the team You stick to the smokes and the molly, I'mma do the lean Shout out to B.O.N., I'm talking 'bout Bump and 'nem You diss on Chiraq, you is not coming here (Better ask them niggas) You so GDK, now you a thug again? You so BDK, now you a thug again? With these birds man I feel rich homie like Thugger 'nem (Like Rich Gang) How you feel today, and thinking we plugging him And I lost a couple niggas that I can't hug again But I seen a couple niggas I cannot mug again Shout out to Def Jam, No I.D. 'nem Homicide on the scene, no I.D. him (Took off his face with this 40!) Sipping on lean, my IV Kit They look at IG, they wanna be him I call up D Thang, he dress a nigga up Call up Randy Boy, po' lean in my cup I call up Ikey Mikey, he shooting shit up They talkin' bout Durk, he picking shit up Fuck all that eating shit, I'm with this beef shit I use a lot of autotune, but I'm with this street shit (Ask all the opps!) I bang like Chop, but I'm on my Keef shit (I'm fuckin' with him right now!) Take a nigga down, but we will not keep shit Shout out to 4-6, shout out to Dog Pound Shout out to 300, they will not make a sound Niggas be tweaking, I know they 'gone hate us now If Kobe leave league, there ain't no Lakers now Take me out of Chiraq, like Jordan off the Bulls How you the king of Chiraq you ain't got no pull And these niggas throwing L's like these niggas loyal (These niggas ain't loyal at all!) These niggas say they got your back but they ain't for you B.O.N I'm a big ol nigga B.O.N I'm a big ol nigga Aye Nuski gang man RIP man Free Rondonumbanine Aye this my city nigga, gang Cause I'm a big ol nigga I weigh 150 solid ya hear me I'm still a big nigga, nigga Aye my feature price cost these niggas rent for a year man I pay you niggas shit up Nuski got the strap December 15 nigga, gang29EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> You want me to lose No I'm not perfect and I deserve it, take it personal You scream my name in the middle of Spain like Durkio I got a story got a movie but nobody know Believe me I'm real believe I'm trill for real, you should know Nobody knows nobody knows, nobody knows Nobody knows nobody knows, nobody knows Ooh ooh ooh Nobody knows Ooh ooh ooh Young nigga I had a curfew What you don't know won't hurt you You told police I hurt you Like fuck that bitch who birth you Y'all had me at my lowest I love my brothers who snaked me but I don't wanna show it Can't fuck with you I'm honest Locked in that cell my first son I ain't get to see him potty I'm off them drugs when I get mad I say I'm goin' Scottie Take off them Gucci's in the trenches I wear Foamposites Lawyer fees and bond money, I drop big deposits I drop big deposits, I like my hoe exotic My gun get molestic they bound to catch a body My homie got bodied I keep their mommas happy My kids they goin' to college, I sold dope in Giuseppe's Allah come help me (mhm), I'm healthy (mhm), I'm wealthy (mhm)

Drink filthy Niggas, don't get it Niggas, ain't with it Bitches want attention, I told 'em they can't get it You want me to lose No I'm not perfect and I deserve it, take it personal You scream my name in the middle of Spain like Durkio I got a story got a movie but nobody know Believe me I'm real believe I'm trill for real, you should know Nobody knows nobody knows, nobody knows Nobody knows nobody knows, nobody knows Ooh ooh ooh Nobody knows Ooh ooh ooh They ain't love you like I love you You told me you ain't trust 'em And you only believe in me told you they say fuck you Look what they did to the muscle, best believe these niggas gon' touch you Give the pussy up for free how you know I'ma tussle You my brother for life Man that shit don't sit right with me Niggas say they gon' ride with me When you died I was on yo' side Momma, I need you Your son, he needs you Your son is evil, they think they equal These niggas don't get it Gotta ride around my city Can't let them get me, ridin' around with my .50 30 percs got me dizzy Got my gun and got one on top Keep niggas in my business, ain't no rules in the trenches All that just be annoyin' folk If you can't be, ay if you can't be yourself folk, make your own decisions folk I'm cool You want me to lose No I'm not perfect and I deserve it, take it personal You scream my name in the middle of Spain like Durkio I got a story got a movie but nobody know Believe me I'm real believe I'm trill for real, you should know Nobody knows nobody knows, nobody knows Nobody knows nobody knows, nobody knows Ooh ooh ooh Nobody knows Ooh ooh ooh6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Young Chop on the beat BandKamp I can't trust myself, OTF But this is what I rep, OTF (That's GBE) Niggas can't get right, so they get left (So they get left) It's nothing else but OTF (That's GBE) Only the family in my eyes, that's OTF (Bang) And we is not a gang, we just here (We just here) Everybody claimin' OTF (That's GBE) We OTF, bitch, we OTF L-L-Lets get it Everyday I like to bake, I need cake (Let's get it) Real niggas with me, they ain't fake (Real niggas with me, they ain't fake) Cool niggas, cool with the jakes (Uh, let's get it) The MAC that I got a take his face No shells, ima do 'em with the eight (Nah, nah) Niggas sweet, on my life, I call 'em cake (Let's get it) I got thirties on thirties with a K (Thirties on thirties with a K) Movie clips, I be shootin' like I'm Zae (Let's get it) Everywhere I go, they be knowin' my name (Durk) They be screamin' L's and screamin' bang (Let's get it) Everywhere I go, they be knowin' my name (L's, L's, L's) They be screamin' L's and screamin' bang (Bang bang) I can't trust myself, OTF But this is what I rep, OTF (That's GBE) Niggas can't get right, so they get left (So they get left) It's nothing else but OTF (That's GBE) Only the family in my eyes, that's OTF (Bang) And we is not a gang, we just here (We just here) Everybody claimin' OTF (That's GBE) We OTF, bitch, we OTF L-L-Lets get it These niggas can't get right so they get left I be ballin' out the gym, don't need no help I be swaggin' to the max, I swag myself (I swag myself) Ima hitta, like Lil Durk, invented that Mouth duck taped, I neva rat (I neva rat) For that bread, I go bananas, I go ape (I go ape) All my niggas global now, outter space (Outter space) I ain't doing shit for free you gotta pay (Pay) She gone fuck for free, anyway

And I only want the top, that mean yo face I can't trust a soul, get 'em out my face Ima savage for that green, need that cake I can't trust myself, OTF But this is what I rep, OTF (That's GBE) Niggas can't get right, so they get left (So they get left) It's nothing else but OTF (That's GBE) Only the family in my eyes, that's OTF (Bang) And we is not a gang, we just here (We just here) Everybody claimin' OTF (That's GBE) We OTF, bitch, we OTF L-L-Lets get it I'm on the block and my name hold weight (64) Where I'm from, late night, it ain't safe (Let's get it) Fuck a op, dot cops, niggas snakes (Niggas snake) Rachael Ray on my waist, I'm tryna bake (Tryna cook) Movie clips with uzi, one take (Graaah) My life a movie, I be livin' what I say (I be livin' what I say) Rat niggas them the ones behind the tape (Let's get it) Snitch niggas them the ones behind the jakes (L's, L's) On my wrist, it's an Audemar (It's an Audemar) I'm ballin' hard, I'm with all the stars (OTF, GBE) OTF, bitch, we some stars (Let's get it) Foreign bitches say we got some awesome cars (Let's get it) I can't trust myself, OTF But this is what I rep, OTF (That's GBE) Niggas can't get right, so they get left (So they get left) It's nothing else but OTF (That's GBE) Only the family in my eyes, that's OTF (Bang) And we is not a gang, we just here (We just here) Everybody claimin' OTF (That's GBE) We OTF, bitch, we OTF L-L-Lets get it17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Lil Durk I heard you wanna do a freaky song with the Queen What’s good? Rrr Bend you over, scratch your back up Lick your chest, pull your tracks out Lick on your neck, spit in your mouth Thumb in your ass Make you cum (Same time, same time) Make you cum (Same time, same time) Make you cum (Same time, same time) Make you cum (Same time, same time) Don't go out with your friends, post me on Instagram Tell the world that I'm your man, tell the world that I'm your friend Lick on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Wanna suck on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Wanna touch on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I wanna love on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I wanna kiss on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I wanna grab on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Spend life with you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Spend time with you Oh, you're usually up to no good But I get you because you're so hood When it go in, it feel so good Oh, baby Don't go out with your friends Start switchin' up your plans Don't be on Instagram Don't disappear again Oh, boy, you got this pussy jumpin' Oh, damn, we really fuckin' fuckin', baby Oh, baby Keep cummin' in it 'cause I want your baby I want you suckin' on my toes Fuck you better than them hoes 'Cause it's tighter and it's wetter and I suck it like a pro, oh Bend me over, then hit it from the side Let me ride you, then ride it from behind I ain't sharin', bitch, 'cause it's mine Hit the deepthroat, then the bix-nine He killin' for this pussy, he said, "Nick's mine" Thick and long, damn, the dick's bomb Best I ever had, not a diss line And the best part, kiss the whole time (Kiss the whole time) Bend you over, scratch your back up Lick your chest, pull your tracks out Lick on your neck, spit in your mouth Thumb in your ass Make you cum (Same time, same time) Make you cum (Same time, same time) Make you cum (Same time, same time) Make you cum (Same time, same time) Don't go out with your friends, post me on Instagram Tell the world that I'm your man, tell the world that I'm your friend Lick on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Wanna suck on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Wanna touch on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I wanna love on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I wanna kiss on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I wanna grab on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Spend life with you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Spend time with you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Bend you over, touch your toes, doggystyle This the quickest I done came, it's been a while What you scratchin' my back for, and I'm goin' faster My phone don't matter, so don't disturb Miss Durkio, female me You got a man, bitch, email me Pussy on ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wee It smell like ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wee It taste like ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wee It look like ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wee Relation goals It's how far I came It's how far I go We, we, we keep going, kay, okay, okay Keep screaming, yeah, yeah, yeah It's worth it, okay, okay, okay It's working, okay, okay, okay Bend you over, scratch your back up Lick your chest, pull your tracks out Lick on your neck, spit in your mouth Thumb in your ass Make you cum (Same time, same time) Make you cum (Same time, same time) Make you cum (Same time, same time) Make you cum (Same time, same time) Don't go out with your friends, post me on Instagram Tell the world that I'm your man, tell the world that I'm your friend Lick on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Wanna suck on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Wanna touch on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I wanna love on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I wanna kiss on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I wanna grab on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Spend life with you (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Spend time with you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> DY Krazy Permanent  mark on my heart, girl, you careless And  when you act like you don't care, that shit be scary And I got caught with four, five hoes, I'm so embarrassed I put the streets before myself, it gave me leverage No  disloyal in my heart, whatever that is Came  a long way from Amiris, rocking Ballys I know some niggas don't take care of they kids, they don't call 'em daddy And  that's a deadbeat, got a Trackhawk with the red seats Let's get married, get a couple M's, then I'm ready Give you Chanel sneaks, then a Chanel bag color cherry And I ain't nothing like them other niggas, so don't compare me Actuality,  they treated me unfairly You put your friends in our business You know they dying for attention 'Cause ain't no point in bein' no friend L-O-V-E, do you love me? R-E-S-P-E-C-T, don't say fuck me Tryna L-I-V-E, do you trust me If I gave your ass my heart, girl, you lucky And you better tell the world that you love me That you love me, yeah Do you love me? Do you love me? Yeah And I don't talk about no weak shit, I don't touch it Tear your hole up and your throat back when I'm bustin' You told your friends inside your groupchat we was fuckin' I heard your friends say that I treat you like you nothing I'm a gangster, but I moan when you suckin' When we fuckin', I fuck long, I don't rush it Fuck my past, you can't hold onto nothing When you mad, you say go'n on and fuck I done bought you Gucci, Louis, and Prada too I done bought you a Prada bag, said I'm proud of you Play with my bitch and it's bada-bing, then bada-boom I'm high as hell, I'm taking Percocets by the moon Get that Lambo' truck the color Nipsey Blue And you be feeling like the man in the empty room I don't gotta force you for the pussy1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Who the fuck is this man (5 in the morning) Hello, I got Fredo with Lil Reese on camera

Putting duffle bags of work in the Phantom Man it ain't shit we can't handle Hello, who is this? Y'all going in and out of town, and we watching (what) That deal that you got, can't stop it (man) These cases that we got, the new topic (the new topic) Hello (let's get it) who is this? Feds watching me saying first 48 (let's get it) Said 3 hunnit part of the murder rate (I heard) Niggas snitching, bitches tellin' 'em, where shorty stay I need to pack up and leave before the 28th (I'm gone) Go to O'Block, call up Top'nem (O'Block) Catch a opp, 30 pop, they can't stop them (brrr-ah) Rumor 'round that the labels gon' drop them (we fold 'em) Rumor 'round that the opps gon' drop them (they fake) Got Gotti calling me about white (about white) Got my hittas on point all night (all night) Got the plug acting funny, its tight (its tight) 'Cause the feds on point, its alright (let's get it) Hello, I got Fredo with Lil Reese on camera Putting duffle bags of work in the phantom Man it ain't shit we can't handle Hello, who is this? Y'all going in and out of town, and we watching (what) That deal that you got, can't stop it (man) These cases that we got, the new topic (the new topic) Hello (let's get it) who is this? Cop a brick on parole, fuck a judge (fuck a judge) Gotta choose who you want for a plug (let's get it) Before I get robbed, I'll take a slug (brrr-ah) Gotta watch for a nigga with a bug (he a snitch) Ch-ch-ch-chopper beat like 808s (like 808s) For a fee my lil' niggas take a face (take a face) See I'm chilling where its hot and ain't safe (the lam) Where you get shot down for a eighth (for a eighth, bah) Fredo got the trap going nuts (going nuts) Reese keep telling me it's just us (at the top) Savage shit, bitch we don't give a fuck (give a fuck) I got the feds calling me about us (let's get it) Hello, I got Fredo with Lil Reese on camera Putting duffle bags of work in the phantom Man it ain't shit we can't handle Hello, who is this? Y'all going in and out of town, and we watching (what) That deal that you got, can't stop it (man) These cases that we got, the new topic (the new topic) Hello (let's get it) who is this?17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> You know what I'm saying, um The album done Love Songs for the Streets 2 I got niggas who locked up who niggas lied on These niggas shootin' at these kids, they shootin' in blindfolds I got blood in my eyes, it ain't mine, oh And I got niggas in the trenches who I'd die for They got a murder that's unsolved, it got my mind gone And foenem still'd be right here if he ain't take his mask off Kenneka Jenkins' murder still unsolved, oh They said I still can't do no shows in Chicago That's why I'ma charge a hundred fifty for a concert When I'm done with that gun, clean your palms, oh I'd rather do hundred years than see my mom hurt Before you say I left you hangin', get a bond, oh I tell 'em, 'Nine coming home, they say I'm lying, oh I wonder what was in his mind in that Tahoe Off this ecstasy, I cannot sleep-ay-ay-ay Wash this gun powder off with some bleach-ay-ay-ay I'm Lil Durk and I be representing the trenches Steady ready running from the Jakes, we hoppin' fences I regret I caught that case, I had a witness And when I'm talking to the streets I bet they listen When I was down bad on my dick, they ain't pay attention Man, I fell down to my knees when the law came And I can't go like Mitch in the hallway I'd rather go out just like Rico, snake 'em all, ayy Oh, oh-oh, ooh I put this pain in this shit, that's why I got the streets They gotta come see me for that pain shit, bro Oh, oh, ooh, woah, oh, oh5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Manipulator, instigator Oh you think you Bigga Rankin, and got some paper Oh I take a lot of them drugs, they keep my day up And I hope his lawyer beat his case up If I tell you I love you and then I love you If I call you my brother then you my brother

It was part of my struggle, part of my struggle And you was down and out with me when it was ugly I wanted to tell you a lot of shit but ain't get the chance to They say that shit gon' fall on me whatever my friends do And we always sold the link whenever the rent due And I told my family I got 'em when music break through Made my first hundred thousand, that's why I feel myself Man the rumors killed me deeply, I wanted to kill myself Before I let an opposition do it, I'll kill myself I feel that pain I thought I'd never feel Same nigga tricked on me from the sand, mmh Same niggas that I gave a hand, mmh Man this shit was not the plan, mmh Just for thinking they my friends Manipulator, instigator Oh you think you Bigga Rankin, and got some paper Oh I take a lot of them drugs, they keep my day up And I hope his lawyer beat this case up If I tell you I love you and then I love you If I call you my brother then you my brother It was part of my struggle, part of my struggle And you was down and out with me when it was ugly Remember you had gave me chicken I ain't want Chinese I remember ridin' to 8Ball and MJG And I got kids so ain't no family price, this shit ain't free I done put two pills inside me like this shit ain't me I'm deep inside the hood, for woods they need ID You was cool but I ain't loyal so I ain't need to breathe And you was hungry in the county so I sent a sleeve And I was walkin' around my block, my Glock is stallin' deans, yeah Chinchillas and gold Rollies, they hood trophies I remember ridin' dirty, hope I don't get pulled over And I tried to get a job driving bulldozers Now it's steamers and high speeds, don't get pulled over Manipulator, instigator Oh you think you Bigga Rankin, and got some paper Oh I take a lot of them drugs, they keep my day up And I hope this lawyer beat this case up If I tell you I love you and then I love you If I call you my brother then you my brother It was part of my struggle, part of my struggle And you was down and out with me when it was uglyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Pour a cup of that dirty Might take me a perc 30 Gotta watch out for who love me and the same people who hurt me Gotta watch out for who love me and the same people who hurt me My momma said I might OD I'ma a drinker ma I ain't worried Gotta watch out in these streets I'ma a thinker ma I ain’t worried Can't trust none of these niggas Don't love none of these bitches How they judging me nigga I came up from these trenches I might roll a blunt up for my people I might pour a cup up for my people Baby momma actin' evil Uncle still playin' wit them needles New car gas diesel New money cash Visa Nuski died what they believin' Brotha muslim to my pops too Tell 'em pigs no pork needed We ain't tryna talk no agreements Beat my case wit the best lawyer Told my sister I want the best for ya Fuck a strippa go invest money IG hoes that's a test for ya Devil workin' want the best of ya Street niggas make a mess of ya Lil niggas put stress on ya Yea yea yea Start them killas off of guns, start the traphouse off of pounds Bitch you know I love my son, boy my back was on the ground Who love you when no one there, who love you when no one care Pour a cup of that dirty Might take me a perc 30 Gotta watch out for who love me and the same people who hurt me My momma said I might OD I'ma a drinker ma I ain't worried Gotta watch out in these streets I'ma a thinker ma I ain’t worried Can't trust none of these niggas Don't love none of these bitches How they judging me nigga I came up from these trenches I might roll a blunt up for my people

I might pour a cup up for my people Close homie tried to kill me I'm just givin' y'all that's the real me Real niggas gotta feel me Station tryna they tryna wheel me Couple big niggas tried to lil me I got more power so don't try me I got missed call from my granny Gotta get back wit the family Streets say I need old me Nappy dreads off the codeine Block niggas servin' dope fiend Gold rollies to a trophy Fuck a deal I got street money Keep money plug keep comin' Comin' strong nothin' weak to me Nick Cannon Glocks keep drummin' In the streets wit me it ain't nowhere Got all of these money I'mma show it So who love you when no one there, who love you when no one care Pour a cup of that dirty Might take me a perc 30 Gotta watch out for who love me and the same people who hurt me My momma said I might OD I'ma a drinker ma I ain't worried Gotta watch out in these streets I'ma a thinker ma I ain’t worried Can't trust none of these niggas Don't love none of these bitches How they judging me nigga I came up from these trenches I might roll a blunt up for my people I might pour a cup up for my people12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> You turn me on when you be shavin' off your pussy Makin' that macaroni sound when it gushy She gon' give me the sloppiest head with her good teeth And she love when I be off them Percocets when I'm munchin' Snatch the condom off, goin' raw sex with it 'cause it feel better Put my finger in her, when I take it out then we just gon' lick it together Audacity to ask you when I'm done with bitches, like when we gon' get it together? Why don't thesе niggas be lovin' these bitchеs? Me and Runny hit 'em together I'ma go buy the lil' bitches Celine bags, she ain't seen cash When we sat down, she told me that it's more cash then it's more ass She told me her ex-nigga ain't had no cash, he worked for DoorDash He ain't even cash out on her birthday, he gave her store credit Every day, you know I think about you Can somebody tell that girl I love her? (Somebody, oh) I'ma tell 'em I can't be without you Can somebody tell that girl I love her? (Somebody, oh) I'm just comin' clean, I was bein' mean, I ain't 'posed to be mean I'm just comin' clean, I was bein' seen, I ain't 'posed to be seen I'm just comin' clean, I know you ain't cheat, I was just bein' mean I'm just bein' clean, I had another phone, I was just bein' clean Drug sex, I ain't even had water, I ain't pop it yet Drug sex, she callin' me daddy, I ain't her father yet Drug sex, rich sex, puttin' diamonds on her new Patek Cross-check, goin' in the stores, I don't even notice that Bougie, took down my number, you ain't even call me yet Durkio, I ain't even gon' cap, my rich hoes call me that Side bitches, I ain't even gon' cap, I buy 'em all new baguettes I'm buyin' prescription, I ain't even gon' cap, I ain't hit the Tooka yet (Somebody, oh) (Somebody, oh) Every day, you know I think about you Can somebody tell that girl I love her? (Somebody, oh) I'ma tell 'em I can't be without you Can somebody tell that girl I love her? (Somebody, oh)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> 30 30's with 30's,30 niggas we dirty I got my shooters they shooting, we show them niggas no mercy From the pot to the block, from the block to the lot I got to duck from the ops, they be too cool with the cops See my life like a movie, I caught a case for the tooly The judge given out ten I ain't scared I do it So if a nigga run up on me I react with the uzi If a nigga run up on me I react with the uzi Son needed his daddy I still need him right now He doing life in the Feds need that appeal right now I catch a body I'm gone, I'm dipping right out of town I see the scout who told he getting pelled right down L's up to I die, blood, sweat, and some tears Def Jam they signed me, complete my dream as a kid Got locked up told my celly, he thinking life is a gig

Tell'em all I'm on TV MTV I'm the shit I hit a stain on some bricks, I can't look back I'm ahead I can't look back on this bread, I guess disease is to rare One did and it spread where I be 64th All that rating is dead I put a nine to his head Lil rock snatched for attempt lawyer money I got him If he can't hold weight he best believe I'm gonna spot'em I can't sit in the streets and let my real niggas rotting All black like I'm Bruce, so who think that was robbing And they drop my advanced, I'ma cop me up six I'ma carry a fenz and I'ma cop me a Benz I got Tommy's and Mac's, 40 cals, Glock 10's Momma told me you gon make it but, you can't get it in I'm a trapper to rapper, real niggas to actors Same people who’s fans they use to say ain't a factor I'm on top of the city, so them rumors ain't matter 8 balls the size of baseballs in the field I'ma batter A nigga tried to kill me dead, ops tried to wheel me in Like the Cubs in '79 them niggas won't win again Judge told me eye to eye PD riding on her end Get caught with another slammer they say they first offer 10 I can't change up like a penny, I want head just like a penny You won’t catch in the telly, catch me in back of the Bentley Niggas know I'm nailing shit, niggas know we killing shit I don't really give a fuck all my niggas we be in it We be 30 deep at least 30 of us polled up Taking risk that I hope and see my baby growing up Russian roulette in the streets, life is all about luck Pussy, money, weed, loyalty, trust is what a nigga lust I'ma I'm packing like a Green Bay Packer, all white Challenger, saltine cracker Free all of my niggas doing more than 3 calenders Pigs snatched me up, smacked me up cause I ain't answer them Can't snitch ain't a bone in my body say bitch I can't switch, half them shooters ain't shooting they faking I'm savage, my teacher always told me I ain't average She said Lil Durk he'll shoot I remind them of the Mavericks (let's get it)13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> OTF NuNu man, you know how we rockin' man, MG-03, 72nd So you- we on the block this early? Yeah it's 9th Street man, fool a lot of shit happened there And I'm in my feelings at a crossroads Don't want to go Crossroads Meet me at the crossroads, never be lonely, meet me at the crossroads Meet me at the crossroads, never be lonely, meet me at the crossroads And I'm gonna miss everybody And I'm gonna miss everybody lord And I'm gonna miss everybody And I'm gonna miss everybody And I'm gonna miss everybody lord And I'm gonna miss everybody Don't want to be lonely (meet me at the crossroads) Don't want to be lonely (meet me at the crossroads) Don't want to be lonely (meet me at the crossroads) Don't want to be lonely (meet me at the crossroads) And I'm gonna miss everybody Capo, L'A, everybody Nuski, Fredo, everybody I done seen they dead bodies And these bodies steady droppin' but you barely hear about 'em And they can't take fear up out 'em, oh Allah, we don't believe in Jesus RIP Kenneka Jenkins Look what they doin' to my people Think it's funny, why they tweakin'? They gon' snake you, they not equal That shit with Fredo got me tweakin' They not cryin', they just tweetin' Ain't no time to do no grievin' Percocet come out my pores You don't feel that when they die 'til it happen to yours, yeah But they got a choice In the trenches, I done did it, I became a voice See I ain't changed but I was goin' through changes Pluto'd still be alive if he ain't hang with strangers Niggas love you when you dead, that shit the strangest Skylar and Bella my two angels Fo'nem at your roof like a fucking reindeer So deep inside this hellhole, it don't rain here We love the same people, we ain't got the same tears They don't understand me, don't think they can hear Spread the love (we can't 'cause niggas die 'bout it) Spread the love (this time they said I'll die 'bout it) Spread the love (my niggas, I'll fire shots 'bout 'em) Spread the love (too many niggas got bodied) I'm so deep in Chicago, whoever thought I'd see France? If I ain't have beef I think they'd be treatin' me like Chance Old heads cannot mislead me, they know that I'm too advanced Even though that I'm lowkey, got killers on my demand, ayy You ever seen friends turn to snakes? You ever seen snakes turn to friends?

I'm seein' this shit happen every day That's where we at, know what I'm sayin' We rap about it 'cause we got, know what I'm sayin' I see people judgin' us, talkin' 'bout They always talkin' 'bout guns, postin' guns They doin' it for the money See I came from shit, know what I'm sayin', so I do what I want That's why 2Pac was so great, you feel me? He spoke his mind Nigga ain't gotta be no gangster Everybody with me ain't no gangsters You know what I'm sayin', everybody with me ain't no killers Everybody with me don't get money You know what I'm sayin', but we gon' make that shit work We gon' put the money niggas with the money niggas We gon' put the killers with the killers, know what I'm sayin' And let it get treacherous for niggas, you know? For real, for real6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (ATL Jacob) Came a long way to a mansion crib I had roaches at my granny crib Jumped into the streets on accident Police snatched me up they better not ask me shit I don't want no Quali I want some Actavis I bet that nigga won't lack again Remember I had them 2s for 10s Put me on child support you better not ask for shit On my dead body I remember wakin' up and seeing a dead body And I can't go back on my word that's on my dead body Don't come to my funeral crying ova my dead body And I ain't gon' pick you out I'm talking 'bout everybody I remember selling weed inside some Ed Hardy's My homie he the police he might be fed probably That's on my dead body You ain't never been in a shootout with yo' homie he ain't shoot back Niggas don't try me when I'm by myself 'cause I'm too strapped Always tryin' to fix some shit where its loose at Couldn't get none to eat where I'm at I sold loose squares Tryin' tell my judge my story like who cares Can't explain the love I got in for Dahmir (for my son) Don't come outside when it's war I think you scared Wasn't in my life I tell my kids you dead Know some niggas that'll snake their homies for some meds Know some niggas that don't take care of their homies in the feds Know some niggas that took some gunshots to the head No reaction and scream "gang gang" when I'm dead Please be greater, don't please these haters When that Bentley paddle, like please these gators I don't cry at wakings, I'ma grieve later You don't believe me now, you gon' believe me later You ain't bleeding now, you gon' bleed later We don't buy 5s 7s, nigga we take 'em Percocet eater, I told Rex take 'em Ain't let money change him I told Rex thank you Came a long way to a mansion crib I had roaches at my granny crib Jumped into the streets on accident Police snatched me up they better not ask me shit I don't want no Quali I want some Actavis I bet that nigga won't lack again Remember I had them 2s for 10s Put me on child support you better not ask for shit On my dead body I remember wakin' up and seeing a dead body And I can't go back on my word that's on my dead body Don't come to my funeral crying ova my dead body And I ain't gon' pick you out I'm talking 'bout everybody I remember selling weed inside some Ed Hardy's My homie he the police he might be fed probably That's on my dead body I'ma attached to my babies They be drivin' me crazy My three sons crazy Make my daughters ladies Turn these thous to millions Goin broke prevent it I be on my enemies 101 percentage Don't fuck wit no sucker niggas My life I adjusted wit it I snake you just to get it Don't wanna die, keep my distance Wonder why I keep my pistol Had fame since we was little Kept guns from being bullied Cap guns to keep 'em fully My teacher tried to push me I need them birds like Whoopi

My bitch I love her pussy For thirty thousand book me They steady tryna book me Smoke a pound of cookie A designer junkie I done survived the jungle I'ma survive the struggle Forever gon' ride wit muscle Luffy These niggas ain't real, act like they love me Homicide, homicide if a nigga touch me Facts, oh-oh-oh A shame on you mean that's a shame on me Got fame on you mean that's fame for me If you get 100 years, that's the same for me I'll forgive you for what you did just explain to me Came a long way to a mansion crib I had roaches at my granny crib Jumped into the streets on accident Police snatched me up they better not ask me shit I don't want no Quali I want some Actavis I bet that nigga won't lack again Remember I had them 2s for 10s Put me on child support you better not ask for shit On my dead body I remember wakin' up and seeing a dead body And I can't go back on my word that's on my dead body Don't come to my funeral crying ova my dead body And I ain't gon' pick you out I'm talking 'bout everybody I remember selling weed inside some Ed Hardy's My homie he the police he might be fed probably That's on my dead body4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> I'm in molly world, I need a Mollygurl Pineapple swirl, keep me in molly world Bite down because I'm bussin', feel on top of the world I'm out here off a molly, I need a Mollygurl I'm in molly world, I'm in molly world Bitch, I'm out here bussin', I need a Mollygurl I'm in molly world, I'm in molly world Bitch, I'm off the shits, I need a Mollygurl Bitch I need a molly, I'm off one in the party I just copped me a 'Rari, I'm global like safari Your bitch she need a molly, she ride me like a Harley I chop her like a Harley, O.T.F. we are the party Yeah bitch I'm rolling, all my bottles golden Got her in here zoning, take one ain't no folding My dick that bitch be holding, all this money throwing All this money throwing, all this money throwing Bitch I'm bout that life, off one ain't no sleep Bitch you must be scared off a whole fucking piece Bitch I'm in the streets, fuck nigga don't want no beef 300 that's the team, 300 that's the team I'm in molly world, I need a Mollygurl Pineapple swirl, keep me in molly world Bite down because I'm bussin', feel on top of the world I'm out here off a molly, I need a Mollygurl I'm in molly world, I'm in molly world Bitch, I'm out here bussin', I need a Mollygurl I'm in molly world, I'm in molly world Bitch, I'm off the shits, I need a Mollygurl Mollygurl got my supermodel, I don't loan my Gucci goggles Pop one and might rock a visor, T.R.U. Religion my true religion Foreign car my roof missing, white on white I'm a fool with it White on white I’m a fool with it. In that spotlight I’m a fool with it I'm out here like everyday, I get money in every way Went to jail for my petty case, molly world that's a better place L's up for my hater's face, I'm energized like Gatorade Cooking shit like Rachel Ray, O.T.F. till I die in the grave Bitch I'm out here rolling, all these bitches going Kush too strong, that potent, she wetter than an ocean Molly got her in motion, and lean is what I'm pouring Molly, where we going That molly, where we going I'm in molly world, I need a Mollygurl Pineapple swirl, keep me in molly world Bite down because I'm bussin', feel on top of the world I'm out here off a molly, I need a Mollygurl I'm in molly world, I'm in molly world Bitch, I'm out here bussin', I need a Mollygurl I'm in molly world, I'm in molly world Bitch, I'm off the shits, I need a Mollygurl7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Oh, redman, red van (Ayo, Bans, what you cookin'?) Redman, murder man Servin' bands, outta Xans (Ayy, pull up, Lam)

Man down, oh, oh I ain't get the chance to tell you I love you, I'm tellin' you I love you now And you gotta ride with your gun every time you outside in the Chi' You ain't never had that feelin' in your stomach you gon' die Don't too many niggas send money to that jail, so I try I know a nigga died with a name, couple of his niggas still ain't slide All these niggas say that they gang, they ain't even did shit for the guys Same way that Pluto died, we gon' do the same shit to the Y Gotta eat, bitch I trust went in my pants, took some cash How you know a nigga from your hood told and you ain't tryna put him on blast? Man, Terry died in his sleep off fake Percs, not no meds They come around 'bout bodies, gotta go blame niggas who dead (Shh) That same day my cousin died, I couldn't tame it with meds They ask me where I'ma be in ten years, shit, I said, "The feds" I went to the emergency room and I seen Pluto on that bed And I ain't gon' repeat that shit I said in my head, dead man Redman, murder man Homicide, red van Shots fired, headband Man down, man down Shots fired, was a homicide, ayy, ayy Shots fired, that's a homicide, yeah, yeah Shots fired, that's a homicide, yeah, yeah Shots fired, that's a homicide, yeah, yeah5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> TouchofTrent be wildin' with it The way you snatched my heart, feel like you had it before The way I kiss your lips, feel like I kissed you before Fuck you from the back, feel like I hit it before And I asked you for some anus, like you ain’t did it before Before me, I don't care who was before me You lonely, now you ain't gotta be lonely My baby, challenges, you know ’em, baby I gravitated your love for the making Baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, our marriage Makе sure you make a hundred Ms off cosmеtics When I decide to get you a ring, I'm gettin' all carats And they sneak diss from fake pages, they all jealous And when I do tell you I love you, it don't be small letters And you gon' cuss a nigga out, tryna fuck for some Margielas I hate when you try to ignore me, they tried to say that you ain't for me I had to figure it out on my own, had to take you on this journey Got my heart screamin', uh-uh-mm, mm-mm Stop movin' girl, I’m bout to cum I changed your life from the ghetto You got me screamin’ falsetto Put you in that rose gold, take off that metal Love when your landing, see you at arrival "No Label" song wasn't for you, I need a title Done fuckin’ these hoes everywhere, I need a bridal She don't care to be around my boys You concealed and carried my heart like a FOID I don't want no different hoes like Floyd Give you my last name, that's Banks, like Lloyd I’m holding you down, you so used to clowns Pop up unannounced, told me he a mouse Told me don't give him pounds, told me he ain't allowed Told me he ain't my crowd, it was true, so I'm proud Make me proud Make me proud Make me proud Make me proud, baby1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (Squat made the beat) (Turn me up, Josh) (Go Grizz) (Winners Circle) Yeah, yeah, yeah, God, can you hear me? Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't really with me Yeah, yeah, yeah, main homies turned against me Yeah, yeah, yeah, heard the story, think I'm finished Yeah, yeah, yeah, give my lawyer a hundred and fifty Ooh-oh-oh I wish I would turn myself in before I fuck one last time I wish I would turn myself in before I pour up one pint I wish I would turn myself in without kissin' my kids, no, it ain't right I wish I would turn myself in without playin' that shit back that night I wish I would turn myself in without droppin' my album I wish I would put trust in a nigga knowin' they goin' sour I told 'em I wish I would, I fuck her in the butt, go douche Told 'em put a big bag on my books, make sure my artist get pushed Look up at the judge, can't look, state makin' up lies for sure I'm an innocent man for sure, it is what it is for sure

Nobody gon' ride, had a warrant, so I can't hide India gon' stay by my side, I did a song with Chance tonight He givin' positive vibes to better my image for life I turn myself in tonight, head down with these 'cuffs on, just read me my rights Yeah, yeah, yeah, God, can you hear me? Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't really with me Yeah, yeah, yeah, main homies turned against me Yeah, yeah, yeah, heard the story, think I'm finished Yeah, yeah, yeah, give my lawyer a hundred and fifty Ooh-oh-oh I got five million followers, I need five million dollars I scream, "Free Melly," from my cell even though they ain't got 'em Mmm, free Von, free Zoo, even though they got the same problem Mmm, false accusation, why they name droppin'? They wanna know if I'm rappin' or robbin', takin' these drugs for family problems I get a call, I call my mama, mmm, I'm sorry I get a bond, I'm givin' 'em property, no, I can't tell, that's part of the policy If you don't fuck with me, nigga, then fuck you, but I show love for niggas a part of me I went from Margielas to state shoes, Amiri denims to jumpsuits Locked in a cell with a curfew, in population, they can hurt you No PC, commissary and receipts, fan mail, I gotta reread New rappers wanna be me, can't be me, I'm gangster Yeah, yeah, yeah, God, can you hear me? Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't really with me Yeah, yeah, yeah, main homies turned against me Yeah, yeah, yeah, heard the story, think I'm finished Yeah, yeah, yeah, give my lawyer a hundred and fifty Ooh-oh-oh Yeah, yeah, yeah, God, can you hear me? Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't really with me Yeah, yeah, yeah, main homies turned against me Yeah, yeah, yeah, heard the story, think I'm finished Yeah, yeah, yeah, give my lawyer a hundred and fifty Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't really with me2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Drugs straight out the capsule, send her ass to molly world I don't even drink for real, but I damn near fucked a bottle girl I just bought a bitch two pair of Chanels, I told her, "Model for it" When I'm in the club with niggas I don't like, we havin' bottle wars Said to my man like we on that nigga ass, ain't no talkin' to us Give me compliments, my bitch for real, but ain't no talkin' to her Champagne back to back in the Gucci store when I walk through it Get high, then I treat the mic like therapy 'cause I talk to it I sit back and ask myself, "Why?" so many times They treatin' sports just like the streets, they tryna give 'em fines He in the trenches without a gun, I called and gave him mine Bumped heads with my day ones yesterday, I say I'ma give 'em time Hope BA get right back off that time, they gave him fifty-five I hate Tayski gone forever, we locked in on 59th He was my dawg, he was my 'round, he was like fifty twice I made it out, I beat the odds, you gotta be precise Me and my auntie had some words, that shit ate me alive See, my lil' daughter bad as hell and she ain't even five He got the same time as the shooter and he ain't even drive An O-P-P got hit in his T-O-P and he ain't even die I've seen so many young niggas lose they lives That's why when I go to a funeral today, I don't even cry And that real shit run in my veins Some niggas I don't fuck with for real, they just wanted my stain I put ninety on your head, that's one of my chains And I can't cap, that nigga Von made me go to Johnny Dang I popped a pill and hit my head, damn, I was feelin' strange I'm swingin' first whenever a nigga ask me what I bang When you lose five niggas in one summer, that's when you'll feel my pain You ain't gotta snatch it, they'll kill you, you can't feel my chains I'm the highest in the room, I feel just like La Flame They'll give you life, but change to a dub if you give 'em names Yeah, my life for real for real, this not a movie If a nigga I know support my song, they'll call 'em groupies And they ain't even meet Lil Baby, but they'll go post his music And that's my dawg for sure, yeah, that's my dawg for sure And I be stressed out with my kids, sometimes I don't call at all And you be actin' like you off Percs, but you off Tylenol I done popped some X and I told my mama I was off Adderall I buy that Glock, I need that switch, I need that attatchment, y'all4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> DJ on the beat so it's a banger All this clout shit, you chasin' that, Balenciaga, space cadet I don't even fuck with niggas, I'd just rather chase a check Man, this shit so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora, cost me 80 racks I'm the one, bitch asked me for a flight when she ain't ate it yet I'ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back Can't no real nigga lie on they word and try to take it back I might mix my Percocet with red, I can't find the Act Off a lotta pills, kissin' bitches, ew Designer junkie, yeah, only top Chanel

Don't get caught with the scale, bro 'nem died in the field We had to split our meals, went half for hotels Gotta watch your mans, that's the beauty of the streets Look at me and my bitch, that shit Beauty and the Beast Never call my phone about the opps 'cause ain't no peace Man this shit for real, found out my homie, he police All this clout shit, you chasin' that, Balenciaga, space cadet I don't even fuck with niggas, I'd just rather chase a check Man, this shit so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora, cost me 80 racks I'm the one, bitch asked me for a flight when she ain't ate it yet I'ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back Can't no real nigga lie on they word and try to take it back I might mix my Percocet with red, I can't find the Act Funeral, suit and tie, I'll shoot for the guys Takin' shrooms on me now, car go vroom on them now I got groupies on me now, I got Gucci on me now I put blood in my Shahada, I got kufis with me now Feel like I'm dyin', I'm too high, Pluto died in the Chi Got me ridin' around, hunnid rounds on him now Hunnid rounds on him now Pluto died in the Chi, Pluto... All this clout shit, you chasin' that, Balenciaga, space cadet I don't even fuck with niggas, I'd just rather chase a check Man, this shit so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora, cost me 80 racks I'm the one, bitch asked me for a flight when she ain't ate it yet I'ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back Can't no real nigga lie on they word and try to take it back I might mix my Percocet with red, I can't find the Act8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yeah Let's throw a party, let's throw a party (Let's get it) Let's throw a party (A party, a party party) Let's have a party Invite the bad bitches Invite the drug dealers Bring the city out 'cause I'm that nigga She wanna be famous Just let me record her Put grits in my water We gonna turn up at this party like Party party let's throw a party Party party let's throw a party Party party let's throw a party Party party let's throw a party Party party let's throw a party Party party let's throw a party Party party let's throw a party Party party let's throw a party Party party lets throw a party She geeking, she tweeking, she high off the molly Bitches on bitches, she say she not gay if she kissing her body Bring me Patron, I meant the designer Pass me the hookah, pass me the 9 Pass me my mic, my show starts at 9 Let's party party party party Lil bitch say she want me now, say my name bring the city out She wanna fuck 'cause she see me at Diddy's house Lil ho i can't go low, I can't go (Let's get it!) Call DJ up, play me, block party Glock 40 on me, 'cause these niggas hate me Lil bitch she a head hunter (Say she a head hunter) Wanna fuck cause my red bottoms (Cause my red bottoms) I'm turning up I'm a bread winner (Turning up I'm bread winner) You can't come if you ain't getting money (She ain't getting no money) I can't go, tryna get a bank roll (Bank roll) You ain't on the list should of never came ho Get in free, if you do the Bang Bros Let's have a party Invite the bad bitches Invite the drug dealers Bring the city out cause I'm that nigga She wanna be famous Just let me record her Put grits in my water We gonna turn up at this party like Party party let's throw a party Party party let's throw a party Party party let's throw a party Party party let's throw a party Party party let's throw a party Party party let's throw a party Party party let's throw a party Party party let's throw a party Party when I'm broke, party when I'm rich

Party in a coupe, party with your bitch No candy see you later We gorillas nigga, cage us Party hard, I need more acres No phone, I book on papers You could say I'm in 3hunna the way I left the bitch in that dirt I'm a King Slime, she walk off I'm going in her purse Ooh she feeling me just like a nurse Just because I'm a star don't mean she won't get burnt (Party!) Jiggle that, jiggle that, jiggle that baby (Party!) When I fucked you I came right back the next day (Party!) Nigga party big as a parade (Party!) I'm YSL, Durk, tell 'em whatcha bang OTF, I do it for the fam Pull out your phone and do it for the 'gram Put ya hands up jump up and down and just jam (Jam) Jump up and down and just jam Yeah Let's have a party Invite the bad bitches Invite the drug dealers Bring the city out cause I'm that nigga She wanna be famous Just let me record her Put grits in my water We gonna turn up at this party like Party party let's throw a party Party party let's throw a party Party party let's throw a party Party party let's throw a party Party party let's throw a party Party party let's throw a party Party party let's throw a party Party party let's throw a party34EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (Ayy, pull up, Lamb) They ain't doing they job, they ain't serve and protectin' Even street niggas need that love and affection Big homies not big homies, they ain't tryna give direction The advice they gave to me, I told them niggas they could've kept it Could've stayed on the porch, but jumped inside the streets, I had a selection Ain't no back and forth talkin' on the 'net, we send a message You want the king, you want that tiger head like the nigga off of Tekken Put blood, sweat, and tears inside of this shit, you gotta respect it You ain't did shit for the streets, so how you gon' put a word in? I'ma do what all I can do, but I ain't never say I was perfect Man, that gun heavy, palms sweaty, you acting nervous Put a hundred thousand on his head, that's two verses The county days, I used to wake up, wash up with the Jergens She told me three niggas she fucked, when I went in, she was a virgin And I can't hang around no bitch niggas, I'm too allergic An iPhone plus an iPhone, two jail calls, I merge it The one I called my brother not my brother 'cause he told them other niggas we not brothers I can't tell a nigga that I meant that I love him, I be lying, I don't love him Get in my feelings when I pop all prescriptions, I take all these pills and I crush 'em If you ain't known for having cash or that bag, they gon' treat you like you nothing Don't be telling me 'bout your block, nigga, fuck them You can't bring your ass around if you say fuck twin Into it with us, kiss your kids, make sure they tucked in Two fifties in a millennium clip, that's a buck-ten The one you look up to a pussy, his nuts tucked in Ain't hide the guns fast enough, the police rushed in And since you died for your gang, you got slumped in You pull up bleeding out that pussy, you got a sucker then You signed your name up on that statement, you got the best font You asked me do I love you? Mhm, I'm nonchalant Went on the 'Gram, seen an opp died, that's when I sparked a blunt Maybe sipped a lil' lean too, but that's not the point A lot of money through Western Union get you a blocked account I'm on camera, I got a case, so foenem knock 'em out We move the same, we all as one, that's what I'm talking 'bout I'm the same, you touch my chain, foenem chalk 'em out, yeah, yeah The one I called my brother not my brother 'cause he told them other niggas we not brothers I can't tell a nigga that I meant that I love him, I be lying, I don't love him Get in my feelings when I pop all prescriptions, I take all these pills and I crush 'em If you ain't known for having cash or that bag, they gon' treat you like you nothingEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (Turn me up, Josh) Alright, 'cause he really a ho (Ayo, Vani) Like, he really, like You know, they probably told him Like you know when we came in, uh

(Ayy, Young Cutta, turn up) He got up outta there when we was in Cali and shit We came, and then he tried to shake my hand with love Like that's the second, I told him another time Told him we 'bout to get on his ass, have him duckin' and shit Who told me death is easy? Who told me death is easy? Like why you leave me? Why you tell me? Why you tell me that death is easy? They ain't bleed like we bleed Sheroid was a cool nigga A real nigga, not a stoop pigeon I hate J Money move loose with it He the one that's out the roof with it You think you tough, you got your clip extended Been on my own, I'm feelin' independent I love you too, but I don't know your feelings You ain't gotta tell me 'cause I know the difference I wash my pain away with painkillers No new friends, I'm with the same niggas Came from nothin', you see what fame get us? They went to jail, took care of the main niggas Baby mama realer than some day ones I gotta stash the drugs whenever they come I made "Dis Ain't What U Want" inside the basement Stayed alive inside the trenches, yeah, I made it What's-his-name would've been around, but he hated I fell off with my sound and they faded Look at me now, I'm shittin' in they faces Them billions close around, I can taste it Bitches stealin' kids, they tryna take 'em out my testicles I was fuckin' strippers, I was actin' unprofessional Lookin' at my son and I tell him, "I'ma better you" And that shit we doin', we get caught, we goin' federal I won't say it no more, you get Dior, you actin' sexual All the opps unhealthy, but I know a couple vegetable Leave me alone, I don't wanna talk no more And I found myself, I ain't feelin' lost no more Good weed with the Coldarin don't make me cough no more The reason niggas dyin', it ain't my fault no more He don't love his block, he not a boss no more He died off the pill, I don't wanna pop no more Who told me death is easy? Who told me death is easy? Like why you leave me? Why you tell me? Why you tell me that death is easy? They ain't bleed like we bleed They ain't bleed like we bleed They ain't bleed like we bleed4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Have a threesome with your bestie I'ma chance it Don't take a pic when we together that's a fed shit I spent over 4-5 racks on these glasses (on these glasses) I want that purple with my color just like Kansas Make sure I'm super fly because the cameras (yuh) Put a mm mm mm mm inside a Tropicana Sway don't, but the whole hood got the answers (yeah yeah) Black power in my blood my cousin Lee a panther (let's get it) Do a buck 50 riding down Lake Shore (skrt) God took away my niggas they don't make more (yeah) You take one of mine we gon' take four (do-do-do) Bitches screaming fake love like a Drake tour (turn up) We gon' pull up in that truck and it's paid for (turn up) How you flexing with your homie, shit it ain't yours (let's get it) Cleaning pots inside the trap but I hate chores (gang) BJ took mine he catch a case I take yours (brother) Hitting that dope I gotta take dome (dome) I'm from the trenches make me hate storms (Chiraq) How the fuck you on top and you don't make noise? (gang gang) I brought a hellcat from the trenches and I made it roar (skrt) We violent, shawty don't be too silent (yeah yeah) She don't like public, all her pages be private (yeah yeah) Before I pay a nigga bills I buy fashion (nah) I fuck her off a perky pill got me lasting (yeah yeah) Ain't no way that hate can overpower love (woah) Ain't no money in the world that can buy you trust (woah) Used to look up to them niggas they in the back of us Used to be my brother, show me they color True colors, yeah your true colors (true colors) True colors, yeah your true colors (true colors) Niggas sneak dissing while you show your true colors (true colors) Even with these shades I can see your true colors I can't put no niggas over mine, I'ma over grind Over time, for more chains I'll over shine I'm screaming free 'em even if appeals denied Gave 'em guns just to get some lower time Like drinking lean shit way too cold with ice Kidnap your son got me like I'm Uncle Ice

Your ass ain't right, keep my strap like a dyke They shot my brother, we was in it all night They don't listen you ain't no politician And I was broke ain't have no pot to piss in Don't fuck with too many niggas had to keep my distance When I do come around I swear I feel the tension I love my cousin Iris man I swear I miss her Her daughter look just like her I see her and kiss her My daddy never seen my kids, only through some pictures At the time I was fighting cases so I couldn't visit Ain't no way that hate can overpower love (woah) Ain't no money in the world that can buy you trust (woah) Used to look up to them niggas they in the back of us Used to be my brother, show me they color True colors, yeah your true colors (true colors) True colors, yeah your true colors (true colors) Niggas sneak dissing while you show your true colors (true colors) Even with these shades I can see your true colors2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> DJ on the beat so it's a banger I know one nigga, he started a war but he don't want no parts I know one nigga'll snake his family 'cause he ain't got no heart I know one nigga who'll come out a Cut' just 'cause he ain't have no car I know one nigga who'll sniff a perc just 'cause he ain't got no bars I know one nigga told me stop singin', told me put out them bars Why would I do that and that's one main reason I got these cars? Nowadays crazy They'll make you feel bad if you ain't got no job Nowadays crazy They don't teach you 'bout school, they'll teach you how to rob Yeah, turn up We ain't goin' back to be broke no more You my bro, we ain't goin' back and forth 'bout a ho How you say you fam but you don't show no love? How you say you fam but you don't show no love? Only The Family, I went to jail and I plead for insanity I stay with my family, they wasn't around, thought they abandoned me Do they love us like they say they do? Do they love me like they say they do? (Do they love me like they say they do?) I went to jail and met Muslims, reason I don't eat swine Ain't talked to my son in a minute, my mama had told me fine My cousin had went to the feds and told me that he took his time I lost my mind, I thought I was trippin', they told me that he dropped a dime, damn Granny still holdin' up, sometimes she'll lose her mind Had to catch myself sayin', "Remember?", damn well she don't remember '09 I threatened my homies, know damn well I'm lyin' Don't switch your story, you know them niggas told on Nine Can't hang with the mice So high, I done came in her twice Know a bitch suck dick for the Mikes And I'm so legit with the ice Drug dealer, no family price I stopped drinkin' lean with the ice G-Wagon, I lean to the right I move like a thief in the night Some niggas don't use they pipes Stop playin', you'll lose your life Some niggas ain't cool with a slice Four-five with a drum, they slide When they slide, you hide You get caught, that's pride 'Cause you ain't gon' tell that story 'Cause you know you dyin' I know one nigga, he started a war but he don't want no parts I know one nigga'll snake his family 'cause he ain't got no heart I know one nigga who'll come out a Cut' just 'cause he ain't have no car I know one nigga who'll sniff a perc just 'cause he ain't got no bars I know one nigga told me stop singin', told me put out them bars Why would I do that and that's one main reason I got these cars? Nowadays crazy They'll make you feel bad if you ain't got no job Nowadays crazy They don't teach you 'bout school, they'll teach you how to rob Yeah, turn up We ain't goin' back to be broke no more You my bro, we ain't goin' back and forth 'bout a ho How you say you fam but you don't show no love? How you say you fam but you don't show no love? Only The Family, I went to jail and I plead for insanity I stay with my family, they wasn't around, thought they abandoned me Do they love us like they say they do? Do they love me like they say they do? (Do they love me like they say they do?) Keepin' it real is the recipe I let the streets get the best of me Drug dealers tried to invest in me I know some people in desperate needs Gang hungry, I invest in we

Stayed in a home with no type of heat 9 to 5, I had checks a week My big bro had a block of cheese My shorty slide in SRT's Four-five Glock with extended wings They gon' slide when they off them beans I ain't gon' lie, I can't be no meme I still cry when I talk to OG I see him dead, that shit OC Two hundred grams and I send 'em OT Gotta watch niggas, they be police Rest in peace to Fredo, kill that lean A day with Booka in the trenches, Halloween They know that we 'bout it I know some niggas that doubted me Run up on me, boy I doubt it Who the fuck say that you family? I know one nigga, he started a war but he don't want no parts I know one nigga'll snake his family 'cause he ain't got no heart I know one nigga who'll come out a Cut' just 'cause he ain't have no car I know one nigga who'll sniff a perc just 'cause he ain't got no bars I know one nigga told me stop singin', told me put out them bars Why would I do that and that's one main reason I got these cars? Nowadays crazy They'll make you feel bad if you ain't got no job Nowadays crazy They don't teach you 'bout school, they'll teach you how to rob Yeah, turn up We ain't goin' back to be broke no more You my bro, we ain't goin' back and forth 'bout a ho How you say you fam but you don't show no love? How you say you fam but you don't show no love? Don't want to be broke Back and forth 'bout a ho You don't show no love Family4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Spin, spin Southside in this muhfucka They gon' come down and do it all ATL Jacob They gon' turn back around too, they-they coming back around Atlanta to the Chi', all the way around Yeah Spin the block, spin it one more time (All the way, all the way) Got the drop on you, sittin' outside (Skrrt, skrrt) Me and Durkio go back to back (Back to back) Hangin' out the window, MAC to MAC (Brr) Spin the block, nigga, spin it one more time Unload that Glock, nigga, load that one more time Fuck them cops, nigga, spin it one more time (One more time) Hit the spot then I'm hittin' it one more time (Let's get it) I'm a southside Englewood nigga with a check (Nigga with a check) How the fuck you into it with us and you ain't kill nobody yet? (Kill nobody yet) You was holdin' up diplomas, they was holdin' up a Tec (For real) While my 'migos drink Corona, we was pourin' up the Tech (Yeah) So don't ever front your move, 'cause Booka catch you through the back (Let's get it) Ain't no rumors for no stool, paperwork, we spittin' facts (Facts) And they goin' off my word, only time they give it back (Huh) And my brother lost that trial time, he tryna give it back (Gang) We be rollin' in the lobby, we be mixin' it with Fatz That's why they don't play with me 'cause I'm not friendly with the threats (Let's go) Only The Family in my eyes, I got it tatted on my neck (Let's get it) I just took a flight to Detroit, got some head playin' Dex (Osama) While my baby mamas trippin', think they made my life a wreck (Ooh) And they all thought I was tripping 'cause I said his ass a wreck (Ho) Why they steady askin' for cash and they know they ass in debt? (Let's get it) And that shit we did with 9, that shit first flight to the feds They wanna kill us (Kill us) Foenem geekin' off them dots, they wanna drill up (Drill up) I know some niggas payin' rent, doin' fill ups Before they talk to me, these niggas rather talk to pillows (Talk) We talkin' to these trenches, niggas act like they don't hear I throw my set up with that draco 'cause we bang These niggas mad, they turned to opps 'cause they can't hang (Facts) They tried to drag my name through mud 'cause they ain't gang (Facts) They say they family but they don't understand my pain (Facts) Told them old-heads, sit back, just don't get involved (Let's get it) And that dope they got ain't sellin', they brought fentanyl (Bought fentanyl) 23 and 1, no visits, I ain't get a call (I ain't get a call) Foenem put them beams on you, look like chicken pox (Look like cicken pox) And that gun I got, that shit don't even come in stocks (Brrah) And that nigga I call my plug, his shit don't come in rocks (Don't come in rocks) And I heard my ex-bitch out here bad, I heard she full of cocks (She full of cocks) And you'd think he fuck with Craig the way he flippin' cars (Brr) Ooh, ridin' 'round with your Draco (Ridin' 'round with a Draco) Ooh, ridin' 'round with your mask on (I'm ridin' 'round with my mask on) Ooh, ridin' 'round with your Glock out (I'm ridin' 'round with that Glock out) Ooh, shout-out niggas who gon' rock out (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Ooh, I ride around with that Draco (Ridin' 'round with that Draco)

Ooh, I ride around with my mask on (With my mask on) Ooh, I ride around my check up ('Round that my check up) Ooh, I ride around with my mask on (Let's get it) Spin the block, spin it one more time (All the way, all the way) Got the drop on you, sittin' outside (Skrrt, skrrt) Me and Durkio go back to back (Back to back) Hangin' out the window, MAC to MAC (Brr) Spin the block, nigga, spin it one more time Unload that Glock, nigga, load that one more time Fuck them cops, nigga, spin it one more time Hit the spot then I'm hittin' it one more time I'm a hot nigga, somethin' like Juvenile Hit the pot, nigga, hold the other side Off that block, where the shit get pop-popped Bullet brr, sprinkle, sprinkle, bodies drop, drop (Brr, brr) Every hour, there's a homicide (Brr, brr) Fuck them cowards, they can't come outside (Brr, brr) Soon as you up the tool, oh, ain't 'bout to let it fly (Brr, brr) Niggas get out of line, gotta let it die Spin the block and spin it one more time (Yeah, yeah, woo) Hit the top, hit it one more time (Woo, woo, let's go) Spin the block, spin it one more time (Woo) Drop the top, it's a Aston Martin (Drop that top) Ask my Zoe, he gon' ride or die Kick a door, we go eye for eye Split the goal, blood on your mind Aventador, I can touch the sky Out the dungeon, like no dragon fear Baby gangster, get it how you live RondoNumbaNine, get you out of here (Woo) I just turned the Gucci socks to a ski-mask I stopped drankin' for a month, then I relapsed Got my hood sewed up and I don't be there (I got dawgs) Bought some chains for my niggas, what they be 'bout Give a bitch 10 Gs when she leave out (Woo, woo) Catch the bullet from the stick, cut your sleeves out Going straight for the hit, then you ease out (Brr) Do a U-turn, hit 'em up, then speed off (Speed off) Ain't no lead, just somethin' to read 'bout Spin the block, spin it one more time Hit your block, say it's man down Hit his top, hit him one more time Spin the block, hit it one more time All the way, all the way4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Hitta, my niggas drilling, my niggas winning Don't get hit up My niggas chilling, my killas itching Bitches, can't trust these bitches, these bitches tripping In it, my niggas in it, we all hittaz Hitta, my niggas drilling, my niggas winning Don't get hit up My niggas chilling, my killas itching Bitches, can't trust these bitches, these bitches tripping In it, my niggas in it, we all hittaz Hittaz, I call them hittaz Don't get hit up on the lam, that's 64th My niggas in it doing drills, I wake up early That's when they slippin' Say no lackin', that's when they lackin' I love that feel of niggas leaking These niggas cheesy, shoutout to Reese can't relate Fuck niggas they hate, hit 'em with that A or that Glock'a I'm on my block'a, FN go frr-aah That mini chopper, knock off his topper L'z up, don't pick no shells up That's that revolver, no face that means there's no case That mean no topper, L's up, don't pick no shells up That's that revolver, no face that means there's no case That mean no topper Hitta, my niggas drilling, my niggas winning Don't get hit up My niggas chilling, my killas itching Bitches, can't trust these bitches, these bitches tripping In it, my niggas in it, we all hittaz Hitta, my niggas drilling, my niggas winning Don't get hit up My niggas chilling, my killas itching Bitches, can't trust these bitches, these bitches tripping In it, my niggas in it, we all hittaz OTF, I ride for them Angelo, I'd die for him 3hunnit, did time for them Fuck niggas, no time for them Catch a opp, make that 30 pop, eat that mind of his Free Rex, bro just doing that time for shit, that savage shit

I told my hittaz they get locked up then I got em Can't no nigga in the jam say I'm a liar Real nigga, I'm loyal when I'm grinding, I'mma start a riot These niggas hate me, ride into a AP Clips on KD, free Law, free T, white range like D These bitches love me, these niggas copy Throw them L'z up for them hittaz Hitta, my niggas drilling, my niggas winning Don't get hit up My niggas chilling, my killas itching Bitches, can't trust these bitches, these bitches tripping In it, my niggas in it, we all hittaz Hitta, my niggas drilling, my niggas winning Don't get hit up My niggas chilling, my killas itching Bitches, can't trust these bitches, these bitches tripping In it, my niggas in it, we all hittaz16EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (Turn Me Up Josh) (Young Cutta run it up) I be with demons, and yeah, I admit it Get too high, got to flush my kidneys Niggas be hoes, gotta mind my business Call from the feds, they'll run up your minutes Watch these hoes, they'll do it for image Fuck four hoes, tryna turn me to stripper I don't trust niggas, so I ride with my nickel Crushed up faces, bustdown emerald Can't trust twice 'cause it ain't that simple Ten toes down, I'll ride for my niggas When you ride through the 'Raq, gotta look at it through mirrors He got caught 'cause I know he didn't You know damn well you can't duck them switches You gotta shoot for it 'cause that bitch be glitchy I miss my dawg, gotta stay out my feelings Miss my dawg, gotta stay out my, yeah Love my block and I love my city, we call hoes eats Wake up late, mouth 50K, better brush your teeth I'ma say no when the nigga ask, I know he a leech Contract with the label, bitch, I'm able, I'm signed to the streets We ain't no goofies and I told Doody them pills be havin' me nervous Nigga had shot my brother, when it come to the money, my shorty be constantly purgin' Fuck my opps, we on his ass, catch 'em, blast, nobody nervous We on his ass, ain't no pass, foenem do him dirty I'm with the killers and I be comfortable 'round them gangsters I'm with the robbers and I be comfortable 'round them gangsters I give him a thirty, he pop out the car, he gettin' too anxious Won't give him no X when he got his gat 'cause shorty too dangerous And you can't run when we shoot You can't run when we shoot You can't run when we shoot And you can't run when we shoot You better not slip, you better not trip Come out the cut and blick Them hoes left quick when I wasn't lit Now them hoes be on my dick I'm from the Lam', fuck 63rd, but that don't go for Hyp I'ma get that Lam' truck blue for sixty days, that shit for Nip And I don't even cheat on my bitch Them bitches be tweetin' like, "Lil Durk be cheatin'," like bitches don't be on my dick Why you be sneakin' and dissin' and pillowin'-talkin' when you with a bitch? It be the niggas I used to call brother, I call 'em and tell 'em, "Let's get it" Better ride with your blick, yeah And you can't run when we shoot You can't run when we shoot You can't run when we shoot And you can't run when we shoot And you can't run when we shoot You can't run when we shoot You can't run when we shoot And you can't run when we shoot4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Smoke opps out a Vega, 20 a show and the these niggas can't take us 40 Ruger leave a nigga with face lifts RIP Pluto me and him on a space ship Told Bentley to put me on the wait list I just copped me a chopper, that Nina my fragrance Roc gotta mop, he addicted to maintenance No barber, but bro Nem be taping Fly in that Bimmer with that steamer with K's I got the Ashton and I throw up the Tre I'm getting money, I'm stuck in my ways Bitch, you ain't me cause I gotta get paid Niggas be talking, got shooters like Ray Slide in the morning do a drill, no Sway Wanted his head gotta watch for the jakes Niggas they bitch, they'll chill for the cake But these bitch ass niggas so fake

These niggas be fake, gotta watch them I’m hot, so I know they plotting Go broke, have lil bro rob them That Nina my problem solver Man down, no shells, revolver At the top but I gotta go harder I like my lean a lil' darker Bullet holes same size as Ms. Parker My squad, they stay on dummy Get back if you ain’t gettin’ no money YSL got me straight stuntin I’m strapped, you tweak, I’m uppin' Cash out, make it back, it’s nothing Red spots on his face, no blushing These guns, they burning like Usher My shooters gonna score at the buzzer Niggas get clapped bout rap War time, no twitter but a nigga get clout Clout Boyz, beg for a diss to get clout Do a hit with 4-6, catch a opp then we out Ring cost 30, but the watch cost 50 Ask French, cause he got at the same place for like 50 Free 5, tryna give bro 5 thats 50 Then we slide wit the 50, free 9 no 50 And we cooling with foreign Bang Bro yo' bitch, no porn Just made a hundred off touring Free Rio, gave him 23 like jordan Twenty two shotz, plus one that's Jordan If you stupid, niggas mad cause we do this Lil Varney he a savage and he ruthless 3hunna OTF, that’s the movement Put a drum in a nickel Shootas on point, and they aiming official Blowing that tech like a ref with a whistle My niggas they thirsty, don't pick up your dribble Want war, we got missiles Squad so hungry they eating a grissle Bitch I'm the shit, I'm allergic to tissue We savage, not civil, get money no issue Only the family cause niggas ain't with you Feeling myself cause I copped a new pistol Aiki gon' blow, Rex toting on the low Bought a lens for the scope, guns cocked for a roach Take 'em down for the coke, Remy got it in his coat Pound and lean, roll the dope, these niggas don't tote Yall niggas won't blow, 400 for da goat Broke niggas do the most, stacking bread by the loaf Burning trees by da O, try to swim, and get soaked39EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> A nigga talkin' 'bout a motherfucker can't use no tune Like a motherfucker ain't in these streets, on God Why you playin' with my shorty like he won't come up out that cut? Why you talkin' out your neck like he won't turn your ass to Runtz? They say why we ain't kill his ass? We was on his ass for a couple months You know Blow, his ass a smoker, he put three grams in a blunt Got a booster, she'll do it, I don't pay for Saint Laurent Ain't no peace treaty with the opps, don't call my phone 'cause I ain't the one How they give him 39 and he ain't get caught up with no gun? Ain't no pass, we on your ass, don't get caught up with your son It's one opp that we ain't blast, after him, it ain't no fun How you say your ass the man and you ain't give your block no guns? Man, you know his ass a rat, how he get out in a month? Why you actin' like a bitch? Nigga, you should've been a punk We gon' catch you lackin', off them pills, wearin' them glasses We gon' hit your blindside, foenem hit you nine times I send hits through Cash App, I'm on the 6 with Badazz On that car if he back back, fuck my opps, I'm Die Y Why you walk like that? (He told) Why you talk like that? (He told) Why you move like that? (Let's get it) Why you shoot like that? (He old) Why you lack like that? (Yeah) Why you act like that? (Let's get it) Why you fu' like that? (Why you fu'?) You make the news like that (Yeah) See, I ain't built like that (Let's go) Bitch, you get killed like that (Let's go) My pockets gettin' big (Let's get it) Like Uncle Phil in there (Uncle Phil in there) Who got the pills in there? (Who got them pills in there?) Take off your heels in here (Take off your heels in here) It's gon' get real in here (On God) So don't get killed in here (Let's get it) I got my pipe in here, I won't think twice in here I'm shootin' everybody, even the... OT, I fly you here, what size shoe you wear? Must be the pills talkin', can't lie, I'm high as hell

Where I'm from, you better not tell, where I'm from, it's dead or jail Where I'm from, it's on that car, and watch out, there go 12 Where I'm from, it's hit or miss, and he got hit, he quit Where I'm from, you lookin' stiff, then put him in a zip Where I'm from, we smokin' him, that Tooka, man, be chokin' him These hoes ain't shit, gang, I'm fuckin' her, she posting him She made a paragraph, she talkin' 'bout she was close to him Hoes ain't shit, her baby daddy, she killed both of them Why you walk like that? Why you talk like that? (He told) Why you move like that? (Let's get it) Why you shoot like that? (He old) Why you lack like that? (Yeah) Why you act like that? (Let's get it) Why you fu' like that? (Why you fu'?) You make the news like that (Yeah) See, I ain't built like that (Let's go) Bitch, you get killed like that (Let's go) My pockets gettin' big (Let's get it) Like Uncle Phil in there (Uncle Phil in there) Who got the pills in there? (Who got them pills in there?) Take off your heels in here (Take off your heels in here) It's gon' get real in here (On God) So don't get killed in here (Let's get it)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (Ayy, pull up, Lam) (2Ezzy on some other shit) I'm poppin' a seal in Barneys I'm signin' a deal with a Sharpie I went to sleep smokin' on a Backwood and I'm burnin' the carpet I grew up in vacant apartments They pressin' up pills, retarded They don't even care if niggas steady dyin' from it, they just floodin' the market Off them drugs, I nodded I'm with the killers regardless Don't ask me why I got a gun on me 'cause these niggas be killin' the artists I fell in love with a darlin' They steady bringin' up charges I went to sleep with my anklе monitor goin' dead and I forgot to charge it He comе from the streets, the darkest (Yeah) Every day sleep with a Barbie (Yeah) He out of my life, he tardy (Yeah) Niggas gon' shoot, we ain't arguin' (Yeah) How you get killed when you partyin'? (Yeah) The streets and the bitches my audience (Yeah) Look at my diamonds, they ornaments (Yeah) We turn a killin' to tournament (Yeah) We get a revenge, it's glorious (Yeah) The two F&N's, I ordered it (Yeah) I'm lovin' that Urus, I ordered it (Yeah) She suckin' my dick, I'm recordin' it (Yeah) The police, they call him notorious (Yeah) He did a line early (Yeah) I wasn't buyin' jewelry (Yeah) How I'ma bribe the jury? (Yeah) I live in designer stores (Yeah) I drink outta Styrofoam (Yeah) He takin' them Percocets (Yeah) I hate that he died alone (Yeah) I'm leavin' them snakes alone (Yeah) I'm leavin' them fakes alone (Yeah) The homicides gettin' solved (Yeah) I'm leavin' them jakes alone (Yeah) Cut my homie off (Yeah) He a custo (Yeah) If I go broke (Yeah) Turnin' cutthroat (Yeah) We don't cut dope (Yeah) Can't save a slut, though (Yeah) He got two headshots (Yeah) What he got rushed for? (Yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> Yea, let's get it You niggas talk like big niggas These niggas ain't done shit Free my niggas Yeeeaaaah Tweak with my squad I move if you tweak with my squad Don't tweak with my squad Lil nigga, lil nigga Lil nigga, lil nigga Let's get it! It look bad for a nigga, funeral set up, it look sad for a nigga 40 Ruger shooters, gave all that I had for a nigga

Where you from, what's your past lil nigga? And you broke and you mad lil nigga? Fuck a price what the tag lil nigga? My shooters on deck playin' tag lil nigga You can't get a pass lil nigga Get caught, that's your ass lil nigga You movin' too fast lil nigga You tweak with the squad, that's your ass lil nigga Lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga Tweak with my squad, that's your ass lil nigga Your niggas wanna tweak with my niggas I'm a dog, I'ma eat with my niggas Twitter beefing, that ain't me lil nigga Location on and we can meet lil nigga Wifey holding down the street with my niggas My gang claim three lil nigga All this shit, that ain't me lil nigga Got killers, every gang with me lil nigga War time, shooters that's four-nine Put a murder on bro that's more time Up mine, I'ma shoot thirty four time Or nah, cook a brick or nah? Nigga say he ain't snitching but I know he lying Lil nigga, lil nigga Get money, get bigger Them niggas ain't with ya' Talk loud and get switched lil nigga And we big niggas, and I lost a lot of shit, nigga (Let's get it) Sip lean, get the kick, lil nigga Who you with lil nigga? Where you from? You can't flip lil niggas And we the shit lil niggas I'm gone, how they sick lil niggas And your Rolex tick lil nigga Where you from? You ain't from where I from lil nigga It look bad for a nigga, funeral set up, it look sad for a nigga 40 Ruger shooters, gave all that I had for a nigga Where you from, what's your past lil nigga? And you broke and you mad lil nigga? Fuck a price what the tag lil nigga? My shooters on deck playin' tag lil nigga You can't get a pass lil nigga Get caught, that's your ass lil nigga You movin' too fast lil nigga You tweak with the squad, that's your ass lil nigga Lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga Tweak with my squad, that's your ass lil nigga You a lil nigga and I'm a big dog (huh?) You can die quick, nigga, only one call I'm at the top and I'm never gone fall Hundred round, make it clap like an applause I pull up with Durk, hop out the vert (skrr, skrr) (Braw Kraw!) six feet under the dirt My diamonds is watery, you can come surf (water) My plug is an alien not from this Earth I had a dream like Mr. King (dream) Geekin', I need some Visine Gettin' money, runnin' all in my jeans (money) Back in the day used to serve all the fiends (back Pimp C) Actavis, I need lean (drink) Porsche Panoramic, Forgiatos on the feet (panorama) Young Rich Nigga, you ain't seen what I seen (no) I used to trap mid as a teen (I did) You niggas be copyin' my swag, you a clone (copy me) Giuseppe steppin', ain't no Foams (Giuseppe me) My bitch just landed here from Rome (bad) Hop in the 'Rari, we gone (skrr, skrr) It look bad for a nigga, funeral set up, it look sad for a nigga 40 Ruger shooters, gave all that I had for a nigga Where you from, what's your past lil nigga? And you broke and you mad lil nigga? Fuck a price what the tag lil nigga? My shooters on deck playin' tag lil nigga You can't get a pass lil nigga Get caught, that's your ass lil nigga You movin' too fast lil nigga You tweak with the squad, that's your ass lil nigga Lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga Tweak with my squad, that's your ass lil nigga You know I'm gettin' money, I pull up in foreigns, I jump out with shooters He talk about robbin', we lay in his yard and bust his medula (we bustin' his head) A million a day, when I'm in the trap I feel like Frank Lucas (I'm feelin' like him) I iced out the Rollies, and stepped out the place, I only eat sushi You know what I'm sippin', you know what I'm grippin' (you know what's on call) I'm all on that, boss niggas got passes I know that they crippin' (you know what I'm crippin') Give 'em the fork and give 'em the bowl, I know they ain't whippin' (I know they ain't in the pot) Durk he flew in, I brought him to the trap and showed him my vision (I showed him what's up) My shooters no clubbin' (my shooters no clubbin') My shooters straight thuggin' (they thuggin' forreal) Your shooters, they bluffin' They go the feds and give 'em discussions (they give 'em discussions) Whip it up, whip it up, baby I'm up in the bowl (I'm up in the bowl) Back then, show money on your head, he dead on the stove (he dead on the stove)

It look bad for a nigga, funeral set up, it look sad for a nigga 40 Ruger shooters, gave all that I had for a nigga Where you from, what's your past lil nigga? And you broke and you mad lil nigga? Fuck a price what the tag lil nigga? My shooters on deck playin' tag lil nigga You can't get a pass lil nigga Get caught, that's your ass lil nigga You movin' too fast lil nigga You tweak with the squad, that's your ass lil nigga Lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga Tweak with my squad, that's your ass lil nigga None of my niggas is innocent (nah) None of my niggas is witness I pull up, unload the extensions Walk in the trap and see pigeons Birds (birds) Migos, Lil Durk, Cash Out on the curb Skippa Da Flippa itching for body, give him the word Bet you won't bust a move All my niggas got choppers, they'll damage you Bet you won't bust a move Have a nigga floatin' in the Chattahoochee river, fool She cook it so fancy (whip, whip) You niggas can't stand it (ha) When I whip it, the J's they love it I'm cooking a brick and they call me McLuvin' Trap or die nigga, no Jeezy, corporate thuggin' All of my niggas got gas and dirty sticks all out in public My cup is so dirty, I'm drinkin' on Ruxman (lean, lean, dirty) You niggas is soft, lookin' like Telletub-man It look bad for a nigga, funeral setup, I be all sad for a nigga 40 Ruger shooters, gave all that I had for a nigga Where you from, what's your past lil nigga? And you broke and you mad lil nigga? Fuck a price what the tag lil nigga? My shooters on deck playin' tag lil nigga You can't get a pass lil nigga Get caught, that's your ass lil nigga You movin' too fast lil nigga You tweak with the squad, that's your ass lil nigga Lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga Tweak with my squad, that's your ass lil nigga39EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> 0 to 300I lost Nuski & Rondo to some bitch niggas Turn 0 to 300, hit the switch nigga And my circle no squares so you dont fit nigga Draft day with my shooters so who you pick nigga Heard some rappers from my way, they got they chain snatched Tryna pay my nigga Top to get they chain back Police rappin from my way had to explain that Name all in them papers boy explain that Opps all on my dick, want me to tweet 'em back I can't tweet 'bout violence, be on the news at 9 Tell Lil Jojo no CLOUT, man he in snoozin now You feed a nigga you just mad you gotta move around Oh Lord, I called Zu with that pipe, he like O Dawg And it's a glo in my city, we dont know yall They killed my blood cousin Nuski, I'ma show yall 50k we watch the squad news post 50 commas you end up Zeko, dead man Arm, Leg, Egg, Chest, we talkin head man Caught my daddy with 8 mil he in the feds man We catch a snitch then he a dead man Try to give me probation, I'll take it any day I dont smoke or drink anyway I pick LeBron over Tony Parker thats any day I pick a srt8 over a foreign thats any day My nigga laughin, i be specific now We cut 'em loose now we ain't pillow talkin to bitches now I never heard a story about him really gettin down (what he do?) heard he got a rapper for the low with em now 2 for 5, I gotta chill shit Thinkin' bout my bro I wanna kill shit At least I ain't lying I keep it real bitch Shoutout Keke Palmer she a real bitch Oh Lord, shoutout to them O Boys These pussy niggas makin no noise I'm from Chiraq, Drillinois So kill the noise I'ma tell em like- Ohhh I was in LA, Game wanted a hook nigga Menace he my witness want that look nigga Tyga went to go pay 'em I think he shook nigga Yeah come to Chicago and meet that Wuk nigga Or that Count nigga, or that last nigga Or that Twin nigga, Bump he in the feds nigga How you gon dickride the block then get a pass nigga? I see you in LA you ain't get no pass now87EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> (ATL Jacob) On my son this shit was a freestyle, you know what I'm sayin'?

I just, when this muthafucka spoke to my mind, so if I ain't say yo name just know I love y'all for sure, you know what I'm sayin' No hard feelings you feel me? Late night sleepin' through the gunshots (Yeah) Yeah, police sirens that shit everywhere No one to blame 'cause ain't no victim there (Victim cares) Can't get no justice 'cause no one cares (No one cares) All I had was all the trappers All I had was all the trappers All I had was all the rap niggas that's hood tryin' come up All I had was the dope dealers (Yeah, yeah) All I had was the dope dealers (Yeah, yeah) Neighborhood hero Fell out with my main nigga, yeah I thought that really loved me Shout-out to my nigga Varney but you know that's that nigga brother Rex that's my dawg forever, never undercover (No, no) And these bitches wanna fuck and suck on us, but we'll never love 'em yeah (Get back) Randy always got the weed, yeah yeah yeah Ikey off the flats t’d, yeah, yeah, yeah And you know what Twin doin' ridin' around with that 100 shots (Brrrr) On that 20 block perimeter tryna look for opps (Where you at?) No tellin' what Jason and Dthang doin', they probably with thots (Eaters) Can't mention none of my old homies, they party with opps (Bitches) Catch Hypno on Damen he ridin' with mops (Gang, gang) Even though that nigga gangsta, he ride with us (Gang, gang) Tory he from Canada, Doodie from Kankakee (Forreal, forreal) We did shit with the whole Lam, but they secret safe with me Chubbz and OJ leave you slumped if you play with me (Forreal, forreal) I can't tell you foe'nem name but they play with C (Shh) I'd say fuck rap and shoot a nigga dead if they play with Steve (Brrrr) Gotta keep it low, shout-out Boonie Mo but he play with keys (He do) Bitch skin yellow he drugged as hell off the rim thang GL and Mayski puttin' on all black just to get that rent paid (Gang, gang) Me and D-Town ain't seein' eye-to-eye but I love them boys (My brothers) They saved my life and they don't know that's why I love them for it (My brothers) I love O'Block we had some words that shit like tug of war (My niggas) That shit went far but not that far them boys my brothers boy (On God) Heard some shit with THF but I don't believe the rumors (My niggas) Them my real brothers so we cannot get into it (My shooters) That shit what Top and 'em did just forget 'em for it You know we gang-gang, gang-gang, 300, Glory Boyz (3Hunna) 300 two times my 600s (600) A show or not a show for sure for sure them boys is comin' (Forreal, forreal) Rondo caught a case, Zoo caught a case (Facts) I had caught a case, Dede caught a case (Facts) We couldn't get out at once that shit lame (Facts) They say I left them in that jail hangin' that shit pain (False) Like that hurt my feelings (Yeah, yeah), I know that hurt you nigga (That hurt you) Night time made you go in the crib like a curfew nigga What's crazy Baby D you think I hurt you nigga (That shit crazy) Ain't gon' talk about my past relation but you hurt your nigga (Bitch) Dogg Pound took me in when I had no one nigga (No one nigga) We go way back, way way back we had no guns with us (Young niggas) Murdertown gang gang they was turnt up with us (My niggas) Man Jane, E Rob, Tyson, Smooth know what it is (Forreal, forreal) Lil Law daughter, Lil Charles son, I love them kids (I love them kids) And I gave them what they want when no one did (When no did) Three boys, two daughters, I love all my kids (On God) I heard rumors they not mine but I know my kids (Let's get it) Now I'ma talk to the streets as I always talked to the dead (Talk to dead) How you a killer and a snitch? You threw in the flag (Damn) Reese Money, Fredo, SD Rondo, L'A, Nuski, Booka, Chief Keef (Yeah, yeah) Take it back to 2012 when we had a bond (Had a bond) When the whole gang had deals and we had fun (Had fun) Rell that's my brother like my dad's son (My dad's son) I ain't never got no abortion case say on my dead son (No, no) I fuck with the Ts, 4s, GDs, BDs, Moes (Gang, gang) Fuck with the kings, souls, mafias, and all the cobras All the upcoming rappers I salute ya Don't get in my way tryna get some fame I'll shoot ya (Bang!) I'll take off these Gucci loafers and suit up (Turn up) Pop me a Percocet might leave y'all boot up Boot up I'm boot up I'm boot up I'm boot up I'm boot up I'm boot up I'm boot up1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy <EOS> <BOS> OTF them my niggas TTE them my niggas THF them my niggas Dog Pound them my niggas EBK them my niggas Westside 300 them my niggas Chiraq them my niggas Oblock them my niggas Lowend them my niggas 100 them my niggas 600 them my niggas

Riding around with that tool So I'm cool And I keep them Normal killers They come and kill you Yeah them My niggas Get poked for your figures And then forget you Yeah them My niggas Wherever I go they go (they go) Wherever I go they go (they go) Wherever I go they go (they go) Wherever I go they go (they go) Wherever I go they go (they go) Wherever I go they go (they go) Wherever I go they go (they go) Wherever I go they go (you know) Summertime pop out them killas Hop out if we see them niggas Tryna tell em I got my city Wherever I go they go Wherever I point they blow That bitch wanna play that role See the gang on the camera roll She going Free bro, free bands we got it They took J-Money, he was savage You could fuck a opp, hoes be wildin' Nighttime by the lake with them cannons I told them when I got on They'll go every step I make I swear every breathe I take We going, we going Remember I ain't have no gucci Remember I ain't have no Louis Remember I ain't have no groupies All my niggas shooters All my niggas ruthless All my niggas wilding All my niggas violent And they kill for me Lets get it Riding around with that tool So I'm cool And I keep them Normal killers They come and kill you Yeah them My niggas Get poked for your figures And then forget you Yeah them My niggas Wherever I go they go (they go) Wherever I go they go (they go) Wherever I go they go (they go) Wherever I go they go (they go) Wherever I go they go (they go) Wherever I go they go (they go) Wherever I go they go (they go) Wherever I go they go (you know) We leaning, we smoking, we rolling We on it, we toting No phony broke niggas No money, whatever I'm on they on They ride through right and wrong For a price they get 'em gone Never fall out for these bitches My nigga, I love my niggas My niggas was in them trenches Now all my niggas in Benz' Still got niggas cuz I ain't get a sentence They industry, I'm in the streets Niggas acting street be killin me And a lot of my niggas is killas Fuck yo niggas, I love my niggas And they ride through whatever Fuck yo niggas, I love my niggas And they ride through whatever Riding around with that tool So I'm cool And I keep them Normal killers They come and kill you Yeah them My niggas Get poked for your figures And then forget you Yeah them My niggas Wherever I go they go (they go) Wherever I go they go (they go) Wherever I go they go (they go) Wherever I go they go (they go) Wherever I go they go (they go)