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Know some Hoover niggas that's to ride For a homicide, its drama time Niggas that they MCs get touched, well it's hammer time Who the is Lil Durk? I you like ash and purp Your wack, my flow crack Got floors, your floors crack Got rap shit, traps, these niggas broke, need ankle wraps Don't ride around in LA, if you ain't on the jet with the strap My 52 Orange roofs orange coupes, orange juice Trel fuck all you, my OG Chimp out soon H rat, shout out boy Q, my dog You're a one, I owe you Shot at them niggas when you heard the If your daughter ever something, don't hesitate I got you up on sunset at the House Of Blues like it's all cool Might get in Vegas too Mally Mall he with Big U I be in Bel Air, still got niggas in the field 20 Million, LK real, Yeezus in that SLR, T Raw echelon, no Lil Jets just G5's Free CB, H Rat, Lil Punch and baby My Maybach 2 chickens you ain't got one? Don't my language I'm king shitting on yo and we in the gym Tryna be a baller? End up like in "Above The Rim" You too like Smeagol I'm the mosquito I'll put you under the now it's a garden on your tombstone You stain teenagers barely on hundos I'll hold you like the slave you are, all my mayo You Illinois? I'll bring the noise You ain't platinum? Don't to me Grammy nominated? Don't to me 20 Million? talk to me It's to this shit boy you basement, Don't to me You want the fame? I'll take name and that weak bitch you fall asleep with!
Ain't got no for this rap shit Money, Cash Money Ain't got no time for rap shit Money, Blood Money Ain't got no time for rap shit rap money, drug I'm nigga, straightjacket! Yo let a nigga hit him with a ratchet Big U let a get some matches I'ma torch the building La Familia Pull up and a nigga backwards Light it up, a nigga like a Backwood (Gotta DMX) Coming through my dogs That chopper going walls This beef shit? That's me Pull up bangin' that shit That monster truck pull up of that Benz?
(Niggas saying nothin') aimed at yo whip, nigga! (Niggas saying nothin') Cash Money, Family Hustle Tip, nigga! (Niggas ain't nothin') through, few Bloods, few Crips, nigga! (Niggas saying 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 out a Glock on him Don't make me Pac again! You ScHoolboy Kendrick and Top and them Have a bitch nigga running to the cops It's all Gucci Mane, Flock and them (green Light) That mean go if you ever see this ho nigga, on nigga it's a (green Light) From where my nigga died to even your niggas it's a (green Light) Better run the red ones fuck and be a dead one (Jump in the middle of beef, I don't like no one) (Step behind these and I don't write not one) (Niggas they lips but they don't like no guns) (Just your eyes and that light gon' come) I fuck with no new niggas they like to sue, no woo Tyga hit me "Durk dissing" Nowitzki? Dirk who nigga? Never of these niggas Some of the nerve of niggas Don't me put on burgundy nigga Let the AK I'm serving these Yo T raw, time to murder these Black suburban niggas I'm taking bitches, I'm taking I'm Young Bergin' these niggas
Ain't start guns when they made you nigga Ain't no Jayhawk but I'll K you And I know Hoovers, I know 60s, I Westside Pirus, niggas down to die too Move in on 50s I got niggas on west and the of Chi too Pull up in an 87 Cutlass, throwing bullets Jay Cutler Fuck this, this? Niggas talking all that shit, tough shit Put a nigga on Trukfit I know Lil Wayne, I know Lil I know Lil Herb, I Lil Keef I Lil Boosie, that nigga free like this ass whooping fuck with me, I got hands, I got bands Got damn I am what I am .45 Go with no jam a nigga Vietnam, let's go ham Niggas runnin' out of ham, go spam Nigga dip your set like Killa Cam I'm to the man, with no fans is a DM with no gram 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 Niggas got out here, west side, they feel us out here Like Weasel and Chicago, out here Old man and the hill is out here ? on the low end all my BD niggas bring the in And BdD locked up in the feds and my nigga Bump J, hold your head If you getting nigga hold your bread Rock my P like L.E.D. them Boys? They Fuck with me I fuck with stones I OD' 69, Seven Deuce, Marshalville I Murderville Yellow G, gave me a bitch off of Ave I use her to kill She from the Chi, but she shy She ain't met a nigga who can't die I'm so I'm so Northside I'm so Westside, "Ain't I?" Got more in the Chi than Jay (Chi than Jay) I might be Chi Town 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 Tale OG a car sale Chopper spins, you do Lil under a lil dirt
(And knows 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 nobody you) You heard of Lil Nigga, hell nah!