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Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Vocals
Deeski
Deeski
Vocals
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Deeski
Deeski
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Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Songwriter
LaLa
LaLa
Songwriter
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LaLa
LaLa
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Got Dede with me Threat, no, Big Threat You know we call him Ski, know what I'm sayin'? Foenem crazy, they know what time it is, real one you know Invest into your weapon, them bullet fragments feel like bullet holes (rah) Shawty reckless he pop out in traffic, bail out, there he go (come here) Hit him four times, but the morgue had said they found two extra holes (doh, doh, doh, doh) And I from the city, these bitches fishy, they be stretchin' hoes (go, goo) Money on 'em, I just said that, "Grab that Scatpack, let's go clack that" (skrrt) "They was scared-scared", that's what Threat said, they want peace treaty I reject that (yeah, yeah, yeah), I respect that, grab my gat-gat See that chain set? Let me get that (rah, get that) Where your hood at? Where that bookbag? Where that Drac' at? Go and get that I'm just very important, you sittin' outside on porches, made a man (come here) We can't catch his ass, we ridin' past, we bound to get his mans (goo, go) Had two tens-tens, tried to hawk him down for breakin' in (bop, bop, yeah) I could pop out by myself, them niggas not gonna get a chance (man what?) Block war, I got Dede with me, he a block boy (block boy) Hot boys, got so many guns we feel like Glock boys (ah, ah) Hot boy, reason for that shit 'cause you got shot, boy (brrah) Glock noise, this that shit you hear when you gon' die noise The block is hot The block is hot, ah, ah (go) The block is hot The block is hot, ah, ah (go, go, go) The block is hot The block is hot, ah, ah (yeah, yeah, yeah, let's get it) The block is hot The block is hot, ah, ah (yeah, yeah, man what?) This that treat talk, don't get caught lackin', leave you like that last one They act hard, bullets clap 'em, leave him in that backyard (what?) Why you lie? You ain't even get back for your last dawg (you lied) Why you ain't slide? We was in the trenches with our mask off How he died? Them bullets ate his face, it's D.O.A (let's get it) Know how to die, the only thing y'all beatin' us in the race (let's get it) We got time to slide, the only thing we duckin' is the jakes (skrrt) That viral sign, it don't be lyin', he lose his mind for talkin' crazy All my niggas, they gon' go crazy Grab the Glock, and it ain't no safety (let's get it) If he talkin', then he losin' his face All my niggas they fightin' cases (bop) Murder ones, they beatin' the state "Free Zoowop," I'm screamin' daily (goo) Half these niggas they out here fakin' (what?) Half these bitches they out here shakin' (yeah) The block is hot The block is hot, ah, ah (go) The block is hot The block is hot, ah, ah (go, go, go) The block is hot The block is hot, ah, ah (yeah, yeah, yeah, let's get it) The block is hot The block is hot, ah, ah (yeah, yeah, man what?)
Writer(s): Joel Schindler, Durk D Banks, Daniela Voznesensky, Philipp Lindworsky, Osama Ed Daou, Deeski Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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