Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Vocals
Chief Wuk
Chief Wuk
Vocals
Only The Family
Only The Family
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Songwriter
vontrell voker
vontrell voker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
PradaShui
PradaShui
Producer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Woke up, push a **** shit back, we invented that
Real ****, I ain't with the trolling on the internet
I'm the type bump into you, see if you really into that
Been certified before IG, fuck that blue check
I'm the type turn into the plug from the middle man
I'm the type front you what you buy, might double that
I'm the type lamping at the crib where your mama at
I'm the type have your baby mama bring a hunnid pack
[Verse 1]
Bok-bok, chicka-chicka, you wasn't think I was gon' get you, did you?
Share locations, get up on them posts and make his mental wiggle
I was fightin' attempt, I went to court, threw up my middle finger
Thug Life, hit him with that Hellcat, he Suge Knight
Drink a eighth of Wock' up, put my Glock up, then good night
I can't pop outside without my gun, ****, then good night
You the type of **** to let your mans die and don't slide
I'm the type of **** to pop up late, I been here nine times
Threat him, run up on him, bow, I'm the messenger
Foenem steady tweaking off them drugs, they popping Teslas
Pop his ass then wonder, did I really fuck my blessing up?
God, you know he made me do it, he tweaking like we ain't into it, ****
[Chorus]
Woke up, push a **** shit back, we invented that
Real ****, I ain't with the trolling on the internet
I'm the type bump into you, see if you really into that
Been certified before IG, fuck that blue check
I'm the type turn into the plug from the middle man
I'm the type front you what you buy, might double that
I'm the type lamping at the crib where your mama at
I'm the type have your baby mama bring a hunnid pack
[Verse 2]
I'm the type of **** pop out with the Glock, I let the switch talk
Turn into V. Roy while I'm on them hits, letting the whole clip off
These **** pussy, man, these **** baby food, these **** really soft
Guide me to the toughest **** in the room, I want the big dog
I'm a real **** going on them things, I ain't never froze
Real **** sitting in the cell, I ain't never told
I'm the type of **** have your main bitch out here dumping loads
Fuck her in the trap, that bitch got naked, walk her past the bros
Gotta cop the whole four-four acres, I ain't selling Os
Addicted to this cash, hood pharmacist, I don't ever close
I don't give a fuck, rob who? Pussy get killed
Put this Glock on your bitch ass, then switch clips
[Chorus]
Woke up, push a **** shit back, we invented that
Real ****, I ain't with the trolling on the internet
I'm the type bump into you, see if you really into that
Been certified before IG, fuck that blue check
I'm the type turn into the plug from the middle man
I'm the type front you what you buy, might double that
I'm the type lamping at the crib where your mama at
I'm the type have your baby mama bring a hunnid pack
Written by: Aiden Martin, Durk Banks, vontrell voker
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