88 PnB Rock (Ft. Lil Durk & Lud Foe)

[Pre-Chorus: PnB Rock]
Streets fucked up outchere right now man there ain't no rules
Everybody want to be cool
Everybody got somethin' to prove
Everybody got them a tool
Everybody think shit a game
Bullets ain't got no name and niggas ain't got no aim

[Chorus: PnB Rock]
Man the game done changed
Man the game done changed
I wish I grew up in '88
I wish I grew up in '88
Man the game done changed
Man the game done changed
I wish I grew up in '88
I wish I grew up in '88

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
I need a coupe back from '88
What I spent on my Muller was 88
Robbed a nigga, he was 88
Man I had to do it to keep the baby straight
Dog food had the kitchen stink
.40 Glock and it was nickel plate
I keep it on me 'cause these niggas hatin'
I keep it on me 'cause these niggas hatin'
I can turn a nigga to a gun man
Odell with the draco, shoot one hand
Could've caught a body but the gun jammed
Bullets flyin' through the runnin' man
Rollie watch give 'em sun tan
Dope money in the rubber band
All black like a Uber guy
Shooters hoppin' out the Uber van
I'm a gangster and we all gang-gang for them dead niggas
Bagging 88, free them niggas at the fed nigga
I love my pops, he sold 10 toes and he ain't shared nigga
I'm gettin' higher with the guys, fuck your dead niggas