[Intro: Lil Durk]
Yeah, Smurk
I ain't gon' lie, this shit be
I be on that shmurda shit, that shit over with
Like that, no auto
Gang (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Man, what?
[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Niggas bitches, act like they be gettin' switches, niggas lyin'
Hit my DM like they killers, niggas really ain't outside
All these rappers act like killers, I be tryna bite my pride (Gang, gang)
I be cooled up and—, fuck that, ayy Zoo, post up outside (Man, what?)
Who told these niggas that they gang and they can hang? That shit be strange
I be there, then I pull off, my entourage'll take your brain
We put switchеs on them glizzies, we ain't еven got no time to aim (Facts)
If you snitch, your ass can't come back 'round, we ain't that type of gang
[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
You got your gun, and you be postin' on the 'Gram? (Yeah)
I can see it in your eyes, get in that jam and you will tell
In these streets, you really gotta watch them niggas, that shit real
I shot dice with millionaires, so I don't really gamble Zelle, these niggas losing (Gang)
We gon' pop out on our feet, who out the roof? That shit the truth
I ain't gon' speak on other cities, but Chiraq, that shit a zoo
Pop a pill then ride around with your killers, that's the move
2015, killers talk 'bout who they killed, that shit be new
Put your mask on (That's facts)
This that striker shit, for sure
Put some tags on (Go do it)
If your ass got a bag, put your guys on (Put your guys on)
Brodie locked up for a body he ain't do, he got lied on (That's true)
Roll your blunt up (Yeah)
Ain't no gas inside that steamer, I'ma get him stuntin' us (Stuntin' us)
Pop outside with two 30s, look like nunchucks (Two 30s, two 30s)
Just to get inside, I'll probably give your guns up (Yeah)
You a dumb fuck (Man, what?)
Yeah, Smurk
I ain't gon' lie, this shit be
I be on that shmurda shit, that shit over with
Like that, no auto
Gang (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Man, what?
[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Niggas bitches, act like they be gettin' switches, niggas lyin'
Hit my DM like they killers, niggas really ain't outside
All these rappers act like killers, I be tryna bite my pride (Gang, gang)
I be cooled up and—, fuck that, ayy Zoo, post up outside (Man, what?)
Who told these niggas that they gang and they can hang? That shit be strange
I be there, then I pull off, my entourage'll take your brain
We put switchеs on them glizzies, we ain't еven got no time to aim (Facts)
If you snitch, your ass can't come back 'round, we ain't that type of gang
[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
You got your gun, and you be postin' on the 'Gram? (Yeah)
I can see it in your eyes, get in that jam and you will tell
In these streets, you really gotta watch them niggas, that shit real
I shot dice with millionaires, so I don't really gamble Zelle, these niggas losing (Gang)
We gon' pop out on our feet, who out the roof? That shit the truth
I ain't gon' speak on other cities, but Chiraq, that shit a zoo
Pop a pill then ride around with your killers, that's the move
2015, killers talk 'bout who they killed, that shit be new
Put your mask on (That's facts)
This that striker shit, for sure
Put some tags on (Go do it)
If your ass got a bag, put your guys on (Put your guys on)
Brodie locked up for a body he ain't do, he got lied on (That's true)
Roll your blunt up (Yeah)
Ain't no gas inside that steamer, I'ma get him stuntin' us (Stuntin' us)
Pop outside with two 30s, look like nunchucks (Two 30s, two 30s)
Just to get inside, I'll probably give your guns up (Yeah)
You a dumb fuck (Man, what?)
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