Music Video

Featured In

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Songwriter
David McDowell
David McDowell
Songwriter
Roland Hannah
Roland Hannah
Songwriter
John Lam
John Lam
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Lam
John Lam
Producer
DMAC
DMAC
Producer
Pluto brazy
Pluto brazy
Producer
Javaun Mundle
Javaun Mundle
Recording Engineer
jusvibes
jusvibes
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(Dmac on the fuckin' track) (Ayy, pull up, Lam) (Ayo, Pluto, you goin' brazy) I showed a lot of niggas love, and I'd give 'em my last Why you tell that bitch my business? Know she bring up my past But I ain't even run my mouth, what you would do for the cash You walk around like I'm a goofy, like I won't put you on blast And I heard you told your friends, you ain't get the chance to finesse These niggas claim they witnessed murders until they see one stretched I'm tryna go to war with murder, I ain't tryna war with success And we on 59th for murder, he put that shit on his back Man, I be hangin' with them killers, they like Warzone Woke up with my arm swole, I'm sleepin' with my watch on Booster bitches bring me all type of shit without the barcode I wasn't watchin' Dexter's Laboratory, I was watchin' Narcos Late night ridin' in the trenches, duckin' potholes I done watched my homie run up M's off gelato Bro ain't into drugs, he made a living out of Costco Should've seen my face, I seen a Glock like fully auto, switch, nigga Bitch niggas always 'round some rich niggas Actin' like your ass be rich, you ain't got shit, nigga Postin' on the 'Gram, you just around 'em 'cause they lit, nigga You be tryna be in a niggas' section before they bitch, nigga Instagram bitches ridin' waves, they eatin' dicks, nigga And you ever lose a nigga you love? That shit hit different Ever fuck a bitch inside her ass? It make her sit different I done fell in love with a barbie, she legit with it, uh-uh And that cash is comin' in Don't be talkin' 'bout your stash 'cause they runnin' in And that gas is comin' in Bro just came back off a trip, he got a hundred in And bro just got another ten I can imagine how many bodies when the summer end I can imagine when the summer end I can imagine when the summer end You false flaggin', you be throwin' up any gang you see Became a killer, he became police (yeah, a killer, he became police) The trenches say I'm so barbarian Them drugs got me out of character My bitches tell me I'm so arrogant Like fuck them niggas, we ain't letting up Bitch niggas always 'round some rich niggas Actin' like your ass be rich, you ain't got shit, nigga Postin' on the 'Gram, you just around 'em 'cause they lit, nigga You be tryna be in a niggas' section before they bitch, nigga Instagram bitches ridin' waves, they eatin' dicks, nigga And you ever lose a nigga you love? That shit hit different Ever fuck a bitch inside her ass? It make her sit different I done fell in love with a barber, she legit with it, uh-uh
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Robert Amparan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out