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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Vocals
Icewear Vezzo
Icewear Vezzo
Vocals
Only The Family
Only The Family
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Songwriter
Chivez Smith
Chivez Smith
Songwriter
Brian J. Wolf
Brian J. Wolf
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
bwolf201
bwolf201
Producer

Letras

Turn the beat up a lil' bit, hmm Uh-tuh-uh, phew, hmm This ho actin' like she wanna fuck, and got rich, I'm like, "Fuck it" If it's fuck you, I'm like, "Fuck him", I hop out with oven Fuck it, might all my ice on when I'm out in public Fuck around and take a nigga bitch, and fly her out the country Hol' on, run that shit back real quick Nah, fuck it, keep it goin', keep it goin', keep it goin' Phew, hmm, yeah, go (Smurk, The Voice), man, what? Fuck him, even though I love him, I put somethin' into his funeral (damn) You ain't even kill him for real, bro, how you tryna get turnt up off a rumor? Yeah, he run fast as hell, just imagine a Hellcat chasin' a boomer (Hellcat chasin' a boomer) Man, I know you niggas bitches, say it to me, but don't say it to Boona (go, go) See, this death a celebration, you know, I know the right way just to do him (go) Man, that shit was devastatin', I dropped my cup in front of the lawyer (go, go) Think he playin', he gon' cut his band, he fly out with a warrant (fly out with a warrant) Can you pass this message to him for me? This ain't what he want (this ain't what he want) How you miss out what I did for real? You bring up what I don't (go, go) You know Jam be serious as hell, that's why I don't be playin' wit' him on the phone If I say it one time, you know they ass on go, I'm the one Even though I ain't vote, I still got a secret passage in the trunk (let's get it) My lil' manic ass be fuckin', I keep a mattress in the trunk (a mattress in the trunk) And he know I ain't gon' do it for real, but I ask him what he want (go, go, go) Sittin' in a new McLaren, I tried to trade it for a Lambo' (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) I was too embarrassed to kick the cup, I want my last four (yeah, yeah, I want my last four) I done broke my back a hunnid times for yo' ass, bro (for yo' ass, bro) Tried to do my taxes, I say, "No" 'cause what you scam for? (Let's get it) You don't be feelin' funny to tell the police all the info? (Let's get it) CPN'll get you months for free, what you pay rent for? (Go, go, man, what?) Go wit' all that trollin', and whacked while they on live Rather turn up at my shows, or they got rats at Rolling Loud Don't try to reach up on this stage, coy up his strap, blow through the crowd Said fuck a plea, they gave him ten, bro throwed it back, we go to trial I woulda killed Rico for real for how he movin', I ain't A Boogie Niggas slime until they in the police rooms, they turn to Woody I got somethin' in my hoodie, size as days, bitch a fully Can't be playin' wit' no nigga who got more pape', this shit 'bout money Made so many packs with my lil' Relly dad, that's why we sellin' gas These rappers cap, be out here spreadin' lies, that shit don't never last I'll never go bad, I see my son like that's my better half Fuck what the streets said, I seen myself with yo' lil' tellin' ass We be in that field, the only smoke, they passin' blunts I had Wraith before the deal, two Rollie busts gon' add it up This my life for real, them boys ain't trappin' nothin', they wrappin' nuts If I call up Wood, and tell him it's a go, he maskin' up, nigga (what?) Go, go, go (yeah), let's get it (feel like Vezzo) I told Vezzo in the mornin' when I wanna count it up (yeah) Man, I know yo' ass a fan, I come around, you snap it up (yeah) I can't play it off, I wanna take you off, can't dap you up (man, what?) Took yo' life, diss yo' brother, ask him why he ain't help you up (go, go)
Writer(s): Chivez Smith, Durk D Banks, Brian J. Wolf Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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