(feat. Migos, Cash Out)
[Intro: Lil Durk and (DJ Drama)]
Yea, let's get it
(Summer's mine!)
You guys talk like big n***as
(Winters too!)
You n***as ain't done sh**
(Talk about it!)
Free my n***as
[?]
I [?] till you with my squad
(On my hundred cla** sh**)
I'm [?] of you [?] with my squad
(Quality Street sh**)
[Hook: Lil Durk]
It look bad for a n***a, Kruger said I be all sad for a n***a
40 Ruger shooters, gave all that I had for a n***a
Where you from, what's your past lil n***a?
And you broke and you mad lil n***a?
f** a price what the tag lil n***a?
My shooters on deck playin' tag lil n***a
You can't get a pa** lil n***a, you ain't call get your a** lil n***a
You movin' fast for a n***a
You tweak with the squad, that's your a** lil n***a
Lil n***a, lil n***a, lil n***a, lil n***a
Tweak with my squad and that's your a** lil n***a
[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Your n***as wanna tweak with my n***as
I'm a dog, Imma eat with my n***as
Twitter beefing, that ain't me lil n***a, location on and we can meet lil n***a
Watch them hold down the street with my n***as, my gang claimed three lil n***a
All this sh**, that ain't me lil n***a, got k**ers, every gang with me lil n***a
One time, shooters that's four-nine
Put a murder on bro that's more time
Up mine, I'mma shoot thirty four time
Or nah, cook a brick or nah?
n***as say he a street but I know he not
Lil n***a, lil n***a
Get money, get bigger
Them n***as ain't with ya'
Talk loud and get switched lil n***a
And we big n***as, and I lost a lot of sh**, n***a (Let's get it)
Still [?] at the kid lil n***a
Who you with lil n***a
Where you from? You can't flip lil n***as
And we the sh** lil n***as
I'm gone and now they sick lil n***as
Anybody tic lil n***a
Where you from? You ain't from where I from lil n***a
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Offset]
You a lil n***a and I'm a big dog (huh?)
You can die quick, n***a, only one call
I'm at the top and I'm never gone fall
Hundred round, make it clap like applause
I pull up with Durk, hop out the vert (skrr, skrr)
(Braw Kraw!) six feet under the dirt
My diamonds is watery, you can come surf (water)
My plug is an alien not from this Earth
I had a dream like Mr. King (dream)
Geekin', I need some Visine (Get it)
Gettin' money, runnin' all in my jeans (money)
Back in the day used to serve all the fiends (back Pimp C)
Actavis, I need lean (drink)
Porsche Panoramic, Forgiatos on the feet (panorama)
Young Rich n***a, you ain't seen what I seen (no)
I used to trap mid as a team (I did)
You n***as be copyin' my swag, you a clone (copy)
Giuseppe steppin', ain't no Foams (Giuseppe)
My b**h just landed here from Rome (bad)
Hop in the 'Rari, we gone (skrr, skrr)
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Cash Out]
You know I get money, I pull up in foreigns and drop out with shooters (drop out with shooters)
He talk about robbin', we lay in these yard and bust his medula (we bustin' his head)
A million a day, when I'm in the trap I feel like Frank Lucas (I'm feelin' like I'm)
I iced out the Rolexs, and stepped out the place, I only eat sushi
You know what I'm sippin', you know what I'm grippin' (you know what's on call)
I'm all on that, boss n***as got pa**es I know that they crippin' (you know what I'm crippin')
Give 'em the fork and give 'em the bowl, I know they ain't whippin' (I know they ain't in the pot)
Durk in from [?], I brought 'em to the trap and showed 'em my vision (and show 'em what's up)
My shooters no clubbin' (my shooters no clubbin')
My shooters straight thuggin' (straight thuggin' forreal)
Your shooters, they bluffin'
They go the feds and give 'em discussions (they give 'em discussions)
Whip it up, whip it up, baby I'm up in the bowl (I'm up in the bowl)
Back then, show money on your head, he dead on the stove (he dead on the stove)
[Hook]
[Verse 4: Quavo]
None of my n***as is innocent (nah)
None of my n***as is witness (whoo)
I pull up, unload it, extensions
Walk in the trap and see pigeons
Birds (birds)
Migos, Lil Durk, Cash Out on the curb
Skippa Da Flippa itching for body, give him the word
Bet you won't bust a move
All my n***as got choppers, they'll damage you
Bet you won't bust a move
Have a n***a floatin' in the Chattahoochee river, fool
She cook it so fancy (whip, whip)
You n***as can't stand it (ha)
When I whip it, the Jays they love it
I'm cooking a brick and they call me McLuvin'
Trap or die n***a, no Jeezy, corporate thuggin'
All of my n***as got gas and dirty sticks all out in public
My cup is so dirty, I'm drinkin' on Ruxman (lean, lean, dirty)
You n***as is soft, lookin' like Telletub-man
[Hook]