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Know some Hoover niggas down to ride
For a homicide, when its drama
Niggas thinkin' that MCs
Can't get touched, well it's hammer
Who the is Lil Durk?
I dust you ash and purp
Your flow wack, my crack
Got floors, your floors crack
Got rap shit, mice traps, these niggas broke, ankle wraps
Don't ride around in LA, if you ain't on the jet with the strap
My niggas 52 Orange
orange coupes, orange juice
Trel fuck all you, my OG Chimp out soon
H rat, out ScHool
boy Q, my dog
You're a one, I owe you
Shot at them when you heard the news
If your daughter need something, don't hesitate I got you
Posted up on sunset at the House Of Blues like it's all
Might get trapped in too
Mally Mall he with Big U
I might be in Bel Air, got niggas in the field
20 Million, LK real, with Yeezus in SLR,
T Raw upper echelon, no Lil Jets just
Free CB, H Rat, Lil Punch and baby
My cost 2 chickens
you ain't got one? Don't my language
I'm king on yo bitch
and we in the gym
Tryna be a baller? End up Flip in "Above The Rim"
You too small like
I'm the mosquito
put you under the earth now it's a garden on your tombstone
You shit teenagers
barely on hundos
I'll hold you like the you are, all my whips mayo
You from Illinois? I'll the noise
You platinum? Don't talk to me
Grammy nominated? talk to me
20 Million? talk to me
It's levels to this boy
you basement, Don't to me
You want the fame? I'll take your name and that weak you fall asleep with!

Ain't got no time for this rap
Blood Money, Money
got no time for this rap shit
Cash Money, Money
Ain't got no time for rap shit
rap money, money
I'm nigga, straightjacket!
Yo Trel let a nigga hit him a ratchet
Big U let a nigga get matches
torch the building this La Familia
Pull up and a nigga backwards
Light it up, a nigga like a Backwood
(Gotta DMX)
Coming through my dogs
That going through walls
This shit? That's me shit
Pull up bangin' Meek shit
That monster truck pull up of that Benz?

(Niggas ain't nothin')
aimed at yo whip, nigga!
(Niggas ain't nothin')
Money, Family Hustle like Tip, nigga!
(Niggas saying nothin')
through, few Bloods, few Crips, nigga!
(Niggas ain't nothin')
T I got you, don't trip, nigga!

First off go on 40 Glocc again
about my kids on Instagram?
Nigga must get his ass socked again!
Tell a lie like I pulled out a on him
Don't make me Pac again!
You ScHoolboy like and Top and them
a bitch nigga running to the cops again
It's all Gucci Mane, Waka Flock and (green Light)
That go nigga
if you ever see ho nigga, on mamas nigga it's a (green Light)
From my nigga died to Riverside
your niggas know it's a (green Light)
Better run through the red
around and be a dead one
(Jump in the middle of beef, I don't like no one)
(Step behind bars and I don't write not one)
(Niggas bumping they but they don't like no guns)
(Just close your eyes and light gon' come)
I don't with no new niggas
they to sue, no woo nigga
Tyga hit me "Durk dissing"
Nowitzki? Dirk who nigga?
Never heard of niggas
of the nerve of these niggas
Don't make me put on burgundy
Let the AK I'm these niggas
Yo T raw, time to murder these
Black these niggas
I'm bitches, I'm taking chains
yeah I'm Young Bergin' niggas

Ain't making guns when they made you nigga
no Jayhawk but I'll K you nigga
And I know Hoovers, I 60s, I know Westside Pirus, niggas down to die too
Move in on 50s
I got niggas on and the Southside of Chi too
up in an 87 Cutlass, throwing bullets like Jay Cutler
Fuck this, this?
Niggas talking all that fuck shit, shit
Put a nigga on like
I Lil Wayne, I know Lil Reese
I know Lil Herb, I know Lil
I know Lil Boosie, that nigga like this ass whooping
Come fuck with me, I got hands, I got
Got damn I am what I am .45 Go blam no jam
Bring a nigga Vietnam, go ham
runnin' out of ham, let's go spam
Nigga dip through set like Killa Cam
I'm talkin' to the man, no fans
This is a DM with no
Ridin' the Chi, ain't ever seen Oprah
Hit a 300 my little nigga Sosa
Brown bag, sippin' on a Four Loko
Nigga get love, I ain't talkin' The Notebook
got killers out here, west side, they feel us out here
Like and Chicago, realest out here
Old man and the hill is out here
? on the low end
all my BD bring the dope in
And BdD twins locked up in the feds and my Bump J, hold your head
If you getting money hold your bread
Rock my Pelle P L.E.D.
them Bogus Boys? They with me
I fuck with stones I OD'
69, Seven Deuce, Marshalville I mean
G, gave me a bitch off of Damen Ave I use her to kill
She the Chi, but she ain't shy
She never met a nigga who can't die
I'm so Southside I'm so
I'm so Westside, "Ain't I?"
Got more niggas in the Chi Jay (Chi than Jay)
I might be more Chi than Ye' (Chi Town than Ye')
I'm on the low end with my nigga Par K (With my Par K)
And he A GD, but free Bump J
4Ch but I'm like Barksdale in this Shark
OG a car sale
Chopper spins, you do
Lil under a lil dirt

(And nobody you)
Dis what they want!
(Nobody you)
(Bitch I thought that was song!)
(I'm to show you)
You caught yourself a Little L dog
(Man knows you)
You heard of Lil Durk? Nigga, nah!