[Intro: Lil Durk] Yea, let's get it You niggas talk like big niggas These niggas ain't done shit Well free my niggas Yeeeaaaah Tweak with my squad I'm [?] if you tweak with my squad Don't tweak with my squad Lil nigga, lil nigga Lil nigga, lil nigga Let's get it!
[Hook: Lil Durk] It look bad for a nigga, funeral setup, I be all sad for a nigga 40 Ruger shooters, gave all that I had for a nigga Where you from, what's your past lil nigga? And you broke and you mad lil nigga? Fuck a price what the tag lil nigga? My shooters on deck playin' tag lil nigga You can't get a pass lil nigga Get caught, that's your ass lil nigga You movin' too fast lil nigga You tweak with the squad, that's your ass lil nigga Lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga Tweak with my squad, that's your ass lil nigga
[Verse 1: Lil Durk] Your niggas wanna tweak with my niggas I'm a dog, Imma eat with my niggas Twitter beefing, that ain't me lil nigga Location on and we can meet lil nigga Wifey holding down the street with my niggas My gang claim three lil nigga All this shit, that ain't me lil nigga Got killers, every gang with me lil nigga One time, shooters that's four-nine Put a murder on bro that's more time Up mine, Imma shoot thirty four time Or nah, cook a brick or nah? Niggas say he ain't snitching but I know he lying Lil nigga, lil nigga Get money, get bigger Them niggas ain't with ya' Talk loud and get switched lil nigga And we big niggas, and I lost a lot of shit, nigga (Let's get it) Sip lean, get the kick, lil nigga Who you with lil nigga Where you from? You can't flip lil niggas And we the shit lil niggas I'm gone, how they sick lil niggas Anybody tic lil nigga Where you from? You ain't from where I from lil nigga
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[Verse 2: Offset] You a lil nigga and I'm a big dog (huh?) You can die quick, nigga, only one call I'm at the top and I'm never gone fall Hundred round, make it clap like applause I pull up with Durk, hop out the vert (skrr, skrr) (Braw Kraw!) six feet under the dirt My diamonds is watery, you can come surf (water) My plug is an alien not from this Earth I had a dream like Mr. King (dream) Geekin', I need some Visine (Get it) Gettin' money, runnin' all in my jeans (money) Back in the day used to serve all the fiends (back Pimp C) Actavis, I need lean (drink) Porsche Panoramic, Forgiatos on the feet (panorama) Young Rich Nigga, you ain't seen what I seen (no) I used to trap mid as a team (I did) You niggas be copyin' my swag, you a clone (copy) Giuseppe steppin', ain't no Foams (Giuseppe) My bitch just landed here from Rome (bad) Hop in the 'Rari, we gone (skrr, skrr)
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[Verse 3: Cash Out] You know I get money, I pull up in foreigns, I jump out with shooters He talk about robbin', we lay in these yard and bust his medula (we bustin' his head) A million a day, when I'm in the trap I feel like Frank Lucas (I'm feelin' like him) I iced out the Rollies, and stepped out the place, I only eat sushi You know what I'm sippin', you know what I'm grippin' (you know what's on call) I'm all on that, boss niggas got passes I know that they crippin' (you know what I'm crippin') Give 'em the fork and give 'em the bowl, I know they ain't whippin' (I know they ain't in the pot) Durk in from [?], I brought 'em to the trap and showed 'em my vision (and show 'em what's up) My shooters no clubbin' (my shooters no clubbin') My shooters straight thuggin' (straight thuggin' forreal) Your shooters, they bluffin' They go the feds and give 'em discussions (they give 'em discussions) Whip it up, whip it up, baby I'm up in the bowl (I'm up in the bowl) Back then, show money on your head, he dead on the stove (he dead on the stove)
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[Verse 4: Quavo] None of my niggas is innocent (nah) None of my niggas is witness (whoo) I pull up, unload it, extensions Walk in the trap and see pigeons Birds (birds) Migos, Lil Durk, Cash Out on the curb Skippa Da Flippa itching for body, give him the word Bet you won't bust a move All my niggas got choppers, they'll damage you Bet you won't bust a move Have a nigga floatin' in the Chattahoochee river, fool She cook it so fancy (whip, whip) You niggas can't stand it (ha) When I whip it, the Jays they love it I'm cooking a brick and they call me McLuvin' Trap or die nigga, no Jeezy, corporate thuggin' All of my niggas got gas and dirty sticks all out in public My cup is so dirty, I'm drinkin' on Ruxman (lean, lean, dirty) You niggas is soft, lookin' like Telletub-man
[Hook: Lil Durk]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
