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Lil Durk
Lil Durk
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Durk Banks
Durk Banks
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Nasir Moore
Nasir Moore
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Murda Beatz
Murda Beatz
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Gang, Yeah, HopOutGang, JumpOutGang Money got me super tripping bitch Balmain super different bitch Since a kid I been that nigga bitch She ain't mad she that nigga bitch Glock 40 run up and get hit Turn up on em, Foe'Nem be lit Miss a shot, bend a block through they shit Hood love em we ain't tweaking shit Point Em out Foe'Nem T up on em You came with nothing Foe'Nem T up on em Yo ass stuntin Foe'Nem T up on em Yo ass a lame Foe'Nem T up on em Shooter shoot the shooter, you could meet the rugga Foe'Nem take his noodles, we only ate 10 noodles Member struggling stupid, we was never stupid D-Light going crazy, yeah yeah yeah Niggas tried to kill me, pussy you ain't there Niggas said we kidding, you was never there You was making store, I was making bail Niggas smoking blunt I was breaking L Never took a loss, I was repping L's Smoking Tooka blunt, Smoking Shondale Have a 40 on me, Opp been tryna kill I can't go like that, I ain't bro like that Rest in peace Nooski, why they score like that 40 city shit, I could tour like that Rap money turn it into trap Shoot Em up Gang, I be into that Drive-By Gang, I be into that I be in the streets while you internet, L Can't post up cause they'll ride on me Before the fame had the Mac on me Please try me, welcome mat on me (come here) Money got me super tripping bitch Balmain super different bitch Since a kid I been that nigga bitch She ain't mad she that nigga bitch Glock 40 run up and get hit Turn up on em, Foe'Nem be lit Miss a shot, bend a block through they shit Hood love em we ain't tweaking shit Point Em out Foe'Nem T up on em You came with nothing Foe'Nem T up on em Yo ass stuntin Foe'Nem T up on em Yo ass a lame Foe'Nem T up on em Robbers rob the robber, nigga ima problem Always kept a lama put it on my momma Foe'Nem with the drama, father god I'm drop em Only reason not, pussy he a tell Only is he live, mean he gotta go Catch him off in traffic, pussy better blow We gon change the score, he gon be a post Niggas gon be gone, while we do the most Streets say I done went Hollywood Bitch i'm OG Bobby Johnson Good If it was me, bitch you probably would Rapping all about the gang shit Last time you was in the hood, huh? (Answer that) When the last time you was in the hood? Pussy I'm a B.O.N nigga, I don't fuck with none of you niggas Shoot a nigga in his shit, cuff a nigga face up Bitch you wanna talk shit, in the trap I bake some Niggas talk about robbing, bitch ain't never take none Money got me super tripping bitch Balmain super different bitch Since a kid I been that nigga bitch She ain't mad she that nigga bitch Glock 40 run up and get hit Turn up on em, Foe'Nem be lit Miss a shot, bend a block through they shit Hood love em we ain't tweaking shit Point Em out Foe'Nem T up on em You came with nothing Foe'Nem T up on em Yo ass stuntin Foe'Nem T up on em Yo ass a lame Foe'Nem T up on em
Writer(s): Durk Banks, Nasir Moore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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