[Chorus: Lil Durk]
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
You my nigga
You my dog, you my dog for sure
Tell you you my nigga
And you right here for long
You my nigga
You my, you my
You my nigga
[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
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 the city goin' up
And you only call me when you see me pourin' up
And you snuck and told, you don't know if we know or not
And you brought me drinks, only time you threw a shot (Woah)
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
You my nigga
You my dog, you my dog for sure
Tell you you my nigga
And you right here for long
You my nigga
You my, you my
You my nigga
[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
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 the city goin' up
And you only call me when you see me pourin' up
And you snuck and told, you don't know if we know or not
And you brought me drinks, only time you threw a shot (Woah)
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
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