[Intro: Lil Durk]
Em
DJ FMCT
Ayy, they told me I can’t be around no gang members
C B
Y’all got me messed up, nigga
Em
I go everywhere with my killers, man
C
DJ Bandz, oh, man
B
Yeah, let’s get it
[Verse 1: Lil Durk & Pooh Shiesty]
Em
Throw that mask on, when you jump out first you better blast (Yeah)
C B
V. don’t like slow this, on hits, them switches (Brrt) fast (Gang)
Em C
Ain’t gon lie, the city haul with strikers, they don’t last (Turn up)
B
When you poppin’ with your killers, you better check your guys (Man, what)
Em C
We don’t party on other blocks, they mess with other opps (Let’s get it)
B
Then come ’round like you gang, that got your brother shot (Brrah)
Em C
You say his name insidе a song, that got your brother hot (Let’s get it)
B
Thеn leave him hangin’ without a lawyer, that stuff dumb as what
Em
You come outside without your gun, lil’ boy, you dumb as what
C B
Ain’t no quick run to the store, they pop out, fire you up (Brrah)
Em
I told my PO through the gate that I get high as what
C B
She ask me how high do I get, I told her high as Duck (Tooka)
Em
My brother told me get some property, I kept gettin’ Glockies (Gettin’ Glocks)
C B
I told him I only drink wocky, he say I’m gettin’ cocky (Let’s get it)
Em
All them girls wanna mess me, I don’t give them money
C B
One girl thought I told her, “Yeah,” I said, “You better block me”
Em
He survived one to the head, but it messed up his body
C B
You think he off a eight or red the way that nigga noddin’
Em
He don’t even know ’bout drugs, he sell lean, OxyContin
C B
You tryna judge him off his looks, that lil’ boy actually robbin’
Em
Man, he talkin’ ’bout gang in this girl (Why he callin’, talkin’ ’bout gang?)
C B
He ain’t get back from that one stuff, man his gang ain’t on this
Em
Fonem posted up outside, Dracos hanging and this
C B
Before he died, his ass a goofy, now he famous and stuff (Brrr, brrr, brrr)
[Verse 2: Pooh Shiesty]
Em
I’m King Draco, got my name off drilling, check the record, girl (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
C B
That girly dropped that song about me, he get found without his head
Em
Send off a bag ’bout my lil’ cousin, they fakin’, they’ll call it quits
C B
They made me mad enough, I spin through there myself, say the wrong stuff
Em
Might still sip when I get low, but I prefer Wock over trip
C B
Messed up and let me in the door, I went fully on auto sticks
Em
I’m Mr. Slime ‘Em Out, I caught his backdoor, unlocked on the lick
C B
Or Mr. Leave No Evidence, know my criminal book hella thick (On God)
Em
You niggas goose, ain’t got no gun
C
You went away, your ass is dumb
B Em
I’m on my sixth Moncler this winter, I couldn’t wait to get some money
C
My lil’ nigga up four souls, he caught two dressed up like a junkie
They thought I was just rappin’
B Em
Lately, murder gang, that stuff ain’t funny
C
You know the murder gang, they come through, that stuff ain’t funny
B Em
I’m locked in with hunters, from the God, got killers ’round the country
C
I might don’t need to slime ’em out, just be yourself and stay three hundred
B Em
We get money Monday through Saturday, pray to Trey Day every Sunday
C
My cleats tied up in the field, won’t never hear me go out runnin’
B Em
Post up a pic like I’m in LA, but the whole time I’m with gun
C
We ain’t tryna keep hearin’ ’bout that stuff you did, go get active again
B Em
It’s either eat or get ate on my side, I’ma screw the drops and go and spin
C
Three and O, we skunkin’ this, get one more kill, conceal the win
B Em
Beef with us, won’t never land ’till y’all get hit up with them pens
C
Can’t come around unless you get a body, chopper, F&N
B Em
We caught one of them girlies drunk, he died before he dropped the Henny
C
Got ’bout ten whips in my garage and still don’t know what to get in
B
Take off the emblems out the ‘Cat
Em C B
Tint out the window ‘fore I spin (Shh, brrr, tint out the window ‘fore I spin, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
Em C B
(brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
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