VULTURES - Havoc Version ¥$, Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign (Ft. Bump J & Lil Durk)

[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign & Kanye West, DJ Pharris]
All eyes is on me
Won't tell no lies, won't hold my tongue
Don't cry for me
(This Chicago, nigga)

[Verse 1: Bump J & Lil Durk]
I don't have no rapper friends, I hang wit' The Vultures
Big-ass toaster, hit you with it, flip it over
Big ol' nigga, he's a big ol' goofy, Rudy Gobert
Jump off in that lane, you gon' get put on a poster
LaFerrari F8, Lamborghini Roadster
I turn ten bricks into twelve, them birds had a growth spurt
We gon' do some shoppin' later, I'ma need some throat first
I just got some head in a Ghost, then I ghost her
Yeah, yeah, out of here, your boyfriend a gopher
I see him out with her, I pretend like I don't know her
I can't do no features with you, nigga, it's a "No, sir"
Hardest nigga on Earth, I'm not really from Earth
We don't dial 9-1-1, I let off that chrome first
I put in my own work, better do your homework
I can hear that money callin', I pick up the first ring
What you gon' charge that old man for that pussy?
Girl, don't hurt me (Go, go)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk & DJ Pharris]
Iced out all my scammer hoes, boost all they insurance up
Iced out all my ghetto hoes who turned into influencers
Smurkio, fuck that bitch and leave, I don't care who she fuck
Air shit out her closet, it's hot as hell, she got on Yeezy UGGS
I got moes with me, Bump out the feds, mean I got foes with me
You got goofies with you, before I do that, I keep some hoes with me
Askin' for my gun when I'm in Cali', nigga, this your city
Why you DM'in' my bitch actin' like we fuck? These hoes below-semi
Street niggas want ramen, I don't like calamari
Took her out that cheap shit, took her to Bvlgari
Never tell her, "Sorry," this car a Ferrari
Off set with this Cuban link, you think she was Cardi, go (This Chicago, nigga, go)