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Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Vocals
Rob49
Rob49
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Lyrics
Kevin Gomringer
Kevin Gomringer
Composer
Tim Gomringer
Tim Gomringer
Composer
Rodrick Wayne Moore
Rodrick Wayne Moore
Composer
Eric Anthony Sandoval
Eric Anthony Sandoval
Composer
Robert Coleman Thomas
Robert Coleman Thomas
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LilJuMadeDaBeat
LilJuMadeDaBeat
Producer

Lyrics

(They know what the fuck goin' on, nigga?) Yeah Yeah (two street niggas link up, nigga) yeah, yeah Yeah (on foenem grave) yeah (And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it) Yeah, I feel like just trappin', nigga Money long, buyin' hoes everythin' they want 'cause my bag different Real trench nigga, all I hang around murderers and dope dealers (yeah) Real deal P pusher (yeah) Real bad hoe fucker (yeah) Real deal wife taker (go, go) Yo' homie died, you jumped in front of that fire, think you a lifesaver (grrah) And I fell out with my bitch, thought she was cheatin', but it was a vibrator (go, go, go) Y'all laughed when bro died, when yo' bro died turned to a cry-baby (yeah, yeah, yeah) Jumped out on both sides with a four-five That boy can't hide, can he? (gang, come here, man, what?) Had a kid with a eater bitch, I tried to trick her, said "I can't have babies" (let's get it) Even though you on papers, gotta keep a gun, brodie, don't drive crazy (let's get it) I just beat the same gun case with the same lawyer that Nine gave me (let's get it) I ain't givin' no guns up, I got the same gun that Slime gave me (go, go) Yeah, touch this chain, this nigga dead, I dropped that bag, it's on his head Switched on me a few times, I can't let 'em get that chance again I was dead broke, they was poppin' shit them niggas laughed at us I feel like I'm still gon' get that karma for what my brother did Check her off the list, I put in work, now my bag secured Get her nails and hair done 'cause I'm rich, I ain't trippin' on it Changed my mindset and I went bossed up by myself Look in my eyes and see a hustler, I sell 'em how they come Yeah, keep hearin' all the rumors, they want me dead and I don't know I believe 'em, but then I don't, shit, they did shoot at my car I keep tellin' myself if I find out who really did it, then niggas chalk I see everythin' they say, but I can't do no back and forth Go, go, go, go Go, go, go Go, go, go Go, go, go (gang, grrah) Ran off with a hundred, I tricked his ass like, "Let's play Simon Says" (let's get it) Called my phone like, "Simon said come back", I'm like, "Simon dead" (brrah) Brodie took 'em on a chase and they got the plates, bro, take mine instead (go) They taxed him heavy for that funeral, they can't find his head (brrah) Bitches ask, can they come take pic'? Just don't grab my dick Called Yak when Jah was doin' my hair, I'm in the 'Raq with wicks (go) Don't sweat when you see wet, he leave you wet-wet, shout out to Drench (go, go, go) You known slide alone, but you know it's wrong to be without the tints (let's get it) Foenem comin' home, it just take long 'cause ain't no self-defense (go) Left that bitch alone that bitch too grown to not just pay her rent (let's get it) Ask .49, he seen me with four nines inside my Cali crib California got real killers, I hate when niggas say Cali weird (gang, yeah) Go, go, go, go Go, go, go Go, go, go Go, go, go
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