[Intro: Lil Durk]
Woo
Yeah
[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Why you steady lying to these bitches like I fucked you?
Solitaire diamonds in my ear look like some mushrooms (Yeah)
Why you turn your back when I was down? Now I can't trust you
Tried to shut a door on Durkio, I had to bust 'em
I done put baguetties in my face, I got it custom (Yeah)
Got a bitch who boujee, I be treating her like she nothing (Yeah)
At the red light playing Toosii, got the Glock and I be clutching
Prolly put my bitch in Gucci, I be spending all this money (Money)
Being into it with us, I dare a nigga to try to post up
Put that gun down, why you talking? Nigga, smoke sum' (Rahh)
Fan ass niggas come around and try to post up (Post up)
You ain't from the trenches, you ain't post up by that store front (Storе front)
[Verse 2: King Von]
Von
Bitch, I be with them niggas that's gon' blow sum' (Boom, boom)
Lil' nigga acting like hе dumb, I make him know sum'
I got so many hoes on me, I'm having foursomes (I'm having four)
Fuck 'em on the sofa, playing bitches, Love Sosa (Gang, gang)
I'm a grimey nigga, that's just how I gotta be
Niggas see me shinin', now they prolly think about robbin' me (What? Huh, huh?)
Nigga think about robbin' me (Huh? Huh?)
Then he gon' be where God gon' be (Boom)
Because I keep that Glock in reach (Boom, boom)
Don't gotta think, just cock it, bang (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
I'm a real nigga (Yeah), I walk through that mud like a champ
Boy, I kill niggas (Yeah)
I be in your club with a strap, banana peel niggas (Huh? Huh?)
Bullets hit his head, tear off his scalp, I'm having field with 'em
You want some of this, then we can match
Woo
Yeah
[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Why you steady lying to these bitches like I fucked you?
Solitaire diamonds in my ear look like some mushrooms (Yeah)
Why you turn your back when I was down? Now I can't trust you
Tried to shut a door on Durkio, I had to bust 'em
I done put baguetties in my face, I got it custom (Yeah)
Got a bitch who boujee, I be treating her like she nothing (Yeah)
At the red light playing Toosii, got the Glock and I be clutching
Prolly put my bitch in Gucci, I be spending all this money (Money)
Being into it with us, I dare a nigga to try to post up
Put that gun down, why you talking? Nigga, smoke sum' (Rahh)
Fan ass niggas come around and try to post up (Post up)
You ain't from the trenches, you ain't post up by that store front (Storе front)
[Verse 2: King Von]
Von
Bitch, I be with them niggas that's gon' blow sum' (Boom, boom)
Lil' nigga acting like hе dumb, I make him know sum'
I got so many hoes on me, I'm having foursomes (I'm having four)
Fuck 'em on the sofa, playing bitches, Love Sosa (Gang, gang)
I'm a grimey nigga, that's just how I gotta be
Niggas see me shinin', now they prolly think about robbin' me (What? Huh, huh?)
Nigga think about robbin' me (Huh? Huh?)
Then he gon' be where God gon' be (Boom)
Because I keep that Glock in reach (Boom, boom)
Don't gotta think, just cock it, bang (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
I'm a real nigga (Yeah), I walk through that mud like a champ
Boy, I kill niggas (Yeah)
I be in your club with a strap, banana peel niggas (Huh? Huh?)
Bullets hit his head, tear off his scalp, I'm having field with 'em
You want some of this, then we can match
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