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187Know some Hoover niggas that's down to rideFor a homicide, when its drama timeNiggas thinkin' that they MCsCan't get touched, well it's hammer timeWho the fuck is Lil Durk?I dust you like ash and purpYour flow wack, my flow crackGot marble floors, your floors crackGot rap shit, mice traps, these niggas broke, need ankle wrapsDon't ride around in LA, if you ain't come on the jet with the strapMy niggas 52 Orange roofsorange coupes, Ciroc orange juiceTrel said fuck all you, my OG Chimp out soonH rat, shout out ScHoolboy Q, still my dogYou're a real one, I owe youShot at them niggas when you heard the newsIf your daughter ever need something, don't hesitate I got youPosted up on sunset at the House Of Blues like it's all coolMight get trapped in Vegas toocall Mally Mall he with Big UI might be in Bel Air, still got niggas in the field20 Million, LK real, with Yeezus in that SLR,T Raw upper echelon, no Lil Jets just G5'sFree CB, H Rat, Lil Punch and baby NittyMy Maybach cost 2 chickensyou ain't got one? Don't talk my languageI'm king shitting on yo bitchSouthpaw and we in the gymTryna be a baller? End up like Flip in "Above The Rim"You too small like SmeagolI'm swatting the mosquitoI'll put you under the earth now it's a garden on your tombstoneYou shit stain teenagersbarely teething on hundosI'll hold you like the slave you are, all my whips mayoYou from Illinois? I'll bring the noiseYou ain't platinum? Don't talk to meGrammy nominated? Don't talk to me20 Million? Don't talk to meIt's levels to this shit boyyou basement, Don't talk to meYou want the fame? I'll take your name and that weak bitch you fall asleep with!Ain't got no time for this rap shitBlood Money, Cash MoneyAin't got no time for this rap shitCash Money, Blood MoneyAin't got no time for this rap shitrap money, drug moneyI'm straight nigga, straightjacket!Yo Trel let a nigga hit him with a ratchetBig U let a nigga get some matchesI'ma torch the building this La FamiliaPull up and spin a nigga backwardsLight it up, smoke a nigga like a Backwood(Gotta channel DMX)Coming through with my dogsThat chopper going through wallsThis beef shit? That's me shitPull up bangin' that Meek shitThat monster truck pull up side of that Benz?(Niggas ain't saying nothin')Choppers aimed at yo whip, nigga!(Niggas ain't saying nothin')Cash Money, Family Hustle like Tip, nigga!(Niggas ain't saying nothin')Come through, few Bloods, few Crips, nigga!(Niggas ain't saying nothin')T Raw? I got you, don't trip, nigga!First off lemme go on 40 Glocc againTalk about my kids on Instagram?Nigga must wanna get his ass socked again!Tell a lie like I pulled out a Glock on himDon't make me resurrect Pac again!You ScHoolboy like Kendrick and Top and themHave a bitch nigga running to the cops againIt's all Gucci Mane, Waka Flock and them (green Light)That mean go niggaif you ever see this ho nigga, on mamas nigga it's a (green Light)From where my nigga died to Riversideeven your niggas know it's a (green Light)Better run through the red onesfuck around and be a dead one(Jump in the middle of beef, 'cause I don't like no one)(Step behind these bars and I don't write not one)(Niggas bumping they lips but they don't like no guns)(Just close your eyes and that light gon' come)I don't fuck with no new niggasthey like to sue, no woo niggaTyga hit me like "Durk dissing"Dirk Nowitzki? Dirk who nigga?Never heard of these niggasSome of the nerve of these niggasDon't make me put on burgundy niggaLet the AK I'm serving these niggasYo T raw, time to murder these niggasBlack suburban these niggasI'm taking bitches, I'm taking chainsyeah I'm Young Bergin' these niggasAin't start making guns when they made you niggaAin't no Jayhawk but I'll K you niggaAnd I know Hoovers, I know 60s, I know Westside Pirus, niggas down to die tooMove in on them 50sI got niggas on west and the Southside of Chi tooPull up in an 87 Cutlass, throwing bullets like Jay CutlerFuck this, what's this?Niggas talking all that fuck shit, tough shitPut a nigga on like TrukfitI know Lil Wayne, I know Lil ReeseI know Lil Herb, I know Lil KeefI know Lil Boosie, that nigga free like this ass whoopingCome fuck with me, I got hands, I got bandsGot damn I am what I am .45 Go blam with no jamBring a nigga Vietnam, let's go hamNiggas runnin' out of ham, let's go spamNigga dip through your set like Killa CamI'm talkin' to the man, with no fansThis is a DM with no gramRidin' through the Chi, ain't ever seen OprahHit a 300 with my little nigga SosaBrown paper bag, sippin' on a Four LokoNigga get love, I ain't talkin' 'bout The NotebookNiggas got killers out here, west side, they feel us out hereLike Weasel and Chicago, realest out hereOld man and the capitol hill is out here? on the low endall my BD niggas bring the dope inAnd BdD twins locked up in the feds and my nigga Bump J, hold your headIf you getting money nigga hold your breadRock my Pelle P like L.E.D.them Bogus Boys? They Fuck with meI fuck with stones till I OD'69, Seven Deuce, Marshalville I mean MurdervilleYellow G, gave me a bitch off of Damen Ave I use her to killShe from the Chi, but she ain't shyShe ain't never met a nigga who can't dieI'm so Southside I'm so NorthsideI'm so Westside, nigga "Ain't I?"Got more niggas in the Chi than Jay (Chi than Jay)I might be more Chi Town than Ye' (Chi Town than Ye')I'm on the low end with my nigga Par K (With my nigga Par K)And he A GD, but it's free Bump J4Ch but I'm like Barksdale in this Shark TaleOG like a car saleChopper spins, you do cartwheelsLil Durk under a lil dirt(And nobody knows you)Dis ain't what they want!(Nobody knows you)(Bitch I thought that was Future's song!)(I'm bout to show you)You done caught yourself a Little L dog(Man nobody knows you)You heard of Lil Durk? Nigga, hell nah!
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