[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Shit, took a mic and told 'em I'm a rapper (let's get it)
Shit, I took my re-up and I bought designer (dope)
Shit, off a perky, I done went to NASA (yer)
Told her wanna suck me through my boxers, I ain't got no manners (blat)
Shit, I took my Ruger, traded it for a coat (let's get it)
Shit, two of my plugs for a brick of dope (gimme that)
Shit, I'm hearin' voices so I grab the Ghost (skrt)
Aye, my name Durk so I'ma do the most (grah)
[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Hundred thou' I spent it on the [?] (skrt, yeah)
I copped the Rollie and put down the Mueller
Your bitch like me, she say you a goof (goofy)
I finessed the city playin' that old school (skrt)
Why they playin' with Durk and he a whole shooter? (Rah)
I just fucked your mama, she a whole cougar (get it)
Hot boy, I be turned up off that old Juvie
Trap house, remember days eatin' cold noodles
Calvin Klein, I hold that forty up (let's get it, bah)
To his stomach, give him a tummy tuck (let's get it, aye)
I'll rob his ass and don't get nothin' up (gimme that)
If you don't, he gon' fuck 'round, be in a truck or somethin' (skrt)
Bitches want the fashion, she lookin' 'round like where it's at? (Dope)
Don't touch me at the door, security know I got the strap (let's get it)
Three hundred killers with me, tell 'em open up the back (gang)
Got a room in the telly but I'd rather be in the trap (dope)
Shit, took a mic and told 'em I'm a rapper (let's get it)
Shit, I took my re-up and I bought designer (dope)
Shit, off a perky, I done went to NASA (yer)
Told her wanna suck me through my boxers, I ain't got no manners (blat)
Shit, I took my Ruger, traded it for a coat (let's get it)
Shit, two of my plugs for a brick of dope (gimme that)
Shit, I'm hearin' voices so I grab the Ghost (skrt)
Aye, my name Durk so I'ma do the most (grah)
[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Hundred thou' I spent it on the [?] (skrt, yeah)
I copped the Rollie and put down the Mueller
Your bitch like me, she say you a goof (goofy)
I finessed the city playin' that old school (skrt)
Why they playin' with Durk and he a whole shooter? (Rah)
I just fucked your mama, she a whole cougar (get it)
Hot boy, I be turned up off that old Juvie
Trap house, remember days eatin' cold noodles
Calvin Klein, I hold that forty up (let's get it, bah)
To his stomach, give him a tummy tuck (let's get it, aye)
I'll rob his ass and don't get nothin' up (gimme that)
If you don't, he gon' fuck 'round, be in a truck or somethin' (skrt)
Bitches want the fashion, she lookin' 'round like where it's at? (Dope)
Don't touch me at the door, security know I got the strap (let's get it)
Three hundred killers with me, tell 'em open up the back (gang)
Got a room in the telly but I'd rather be in the trap (dope)
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