Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Vocals
EST Gee
EST Gee
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Songwriter
George Stone III
George Stone III
Songwriter
Darrell Jackson
Darrell Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chop Squad DJ
Chop Squad DJ
Producer
jusvibes
jusvibes
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I only let certain niggas in the studio with me Ain't no such thing as a playing entourage, you hear me? I'm around all killers, nigga Gang I been getting the bag Before I came from the hood, I had to wash up with a rag (yeah) Standing on corners, serving on Father's Day The closest I had to a dad (let's get it) I kept a gun 'cause them niggas across the streets want beef They wanted me dead (grrah, grrah) And I be out of my mind (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger) My bitch be mad the way I be mixing these meds (man, what?) It's a glitch in the streets (let's get it) I can't even trust my peeps (let's get it) I can't go without drinking a week (a week) I can't leave without freaking my bitch (my bitch) I don't trust her, I watch her pee (let's get it) And I served my uncle a fifth (a fix) One thousand, I make 'em a G (a G) I was broke, I was robbing for weed (let's get it) The landlord ain't believe I was 'sleep (let's get it) I couldn't even go pay my lease (let's get it) Told the feds I ain't no chief (let's get it) High-end, she wear GG (let's get it) On the block, our strikers on E (let's get it) They'll try to indict you for free (let's get it) And all my niggas kids I'm their uncle, so you can't wife my niece (let's get it, yeah) He came from a killer, he went to a robber, he hitting the scammers I'm from the 'Raq, when these niggas died You put 'em in music and make 'em an anthem I don't know shit 'bout bodies I played 'sleep all three days, ain't give 'em a answer Couple opps got hit in they top But some of 'em dead, but some in pampers If you was good around me in them school days Blood look like Kool-Aid I'm around niggas who sold drugs to school teachers every Tuesday And I'm gangster, nigga Hang with the burglars, turn 'em to murderers Hang with the burglars, turn 'em to murderers Hang with the burglars, turn 'em to murderers Hang with the burglars, turn 'em to murderers Hang with the burglars, turn 'em to murderers Hang with the burglars, turn 'em to murderers Hang with the burglars, turn 'em to murderers Hang with the burglars, turn 'em to murderers Hang with the burglars, turn 'em to murderers (nah, we smoked him) Hang with the burglars, turn 'em to murderers (you know what it is, man) Hang with the burglars, turn 'em to murderers (DJ on the beat) Hang with the burglars, turn 'em to murderers (so it's a banger) Yeah, if he don't re-up with a hundred, ain't servin' him (I ain't servin' him) Make a thousand per bag and I'm purchasin' (per bag that I'm purchasin') Bruh got a body but might be a virgin (might be a virgin) Hit with a 30, he died in his surgery (pwah) He was woofin', you know I took it personal Been a boss, but suit up like I'm workin' I'm in the field, stealin' cleats in my jersey (ain't have enough murders) Killed all his brothers, I know that it hurt em' Money ain't helpin', it's makin' it worser (makin' it worse) Now it's a semi, then switch, it converted (converted) First it was 30, now 50to murk em' (50 to murk em') Chopper bullets have a tough nigga twerkin' (ayy) I really turned up from servin' the turf (servin' the turf) Have TECs and the burners, they know I'm the toughest (ain't have enough murders) Glock for a slide, I had Durk and the merchant 2020, guess we had enough murders, yeah Hang with the burglars, turn 'em to murderers Hang with the burglars, turn 'em to murderers Hang with the burglars, turn 'em to murderers Hang with the burglars, turn 'em to murderers Hang with the burglars, turn 'em to murderers Hang with the burglars, turn 'em to murderers Hang with the burglars, turn 'em to murderers Hang with the burglars, turn 'em to murderers Hang with the burglars, turn 'em to murderers Hang with the burglars, turn 'em to murderers Hang with the burglars, turn 'em to murderers Hang with the burglars, turn 'em to murderers Hang with the burglars, turn 'em to murderers Hang with the burglars, turn 'em to murderers Hang with the burglars, turn 'em to murderers Hang with the burglars, turn 'em to murderers
Writer(s): Durk Banks, Darrel Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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