[Intro]
(JD on the track)
(It's a Leek-e-leek banger)

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
My young niggas go 730, these fuck niggas, they tryna hurt me
This street shit, we ain't worried, like shout out my brother Birdie
Ooh, and you can't call us broke 'cause we count up too much money, uh, uh
And my niggas ain't 'bout that rah-rah, they gon' do what they say they is
Opps be all on my top, that .45, that's a lemon squeeze
See my brother tried to beast, they chapter threes (Ooh)
I keep that FN on me 'cause they want me

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
They say they catch me, they gon' do me dirty
Two in my head like a Wall jersey
Slept in the trenches, roaches crawled on me
Ain't like no pictures 'cause my wall was dirty
Had a baby by a bitch who with the other turf
For Booka, do double life for my brother worth
They wanna see me down, they see my mother hurt
We don't fall out for no niggas, I put my brother first
I'ma take these Perkies 'til my stomach burst
I lost my cousin, made my stomach hurt
And with this fame, I'll kill any nigga wanna see Varney hurt
Put my life on the line for niggas who don't put me first
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