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187 Know some Hoover niggas that's down to ride For a homicide, when its drama time Niggas thinkin' that they MCs Can't get touched, well its hammer time Who the fuck is Lil Durk? I dust you like ash and purp Your flow wack, my flow crack Got marble floors, your floors crack Got rap shit, mice traps These niggas broke, need ankle wraps Don't ride around in LA, if you ain't come on Jet with the strap My niggas 52 Orange roofs, orange coupes, Ciroc orange juice Trel said fuck all you, my OG Chimp out soon H rat, shout out ScHoolboy Q, still my dog You're a real one, I owe you Shot at them niggas when you heard the news If your daughter ever need something, don't hesitate I got you Posted up on sunset at the House Of Blues like it's all cool Might get trapped in Vegas too, call Mally Mall he will B.I.G you I might be in Bel Air, still got niggas in the field 20 million, LK real With Yeezus in that SLR, T Raw upper echelon No Lil Jets just G5's Free CB, H Rat Letras de cancionesLil Punch and baby Nitty My Maybach cost 2 chickens, you ain't got one? Don't talk my language I’m king shitting on yo bitch Southpaw and we in the gym Tryna be a baller? End up like flipping up under the rim You too small like Smeagol I’m swatting the mosquito I’ll put you under the earth now it’s a garden on your tombstone You shit stain teenagers, barely teething on hundos I'll hold you like the slave you are, all my whips mayo You from Illinois? I'll bring the noise You ain't platinum? Don’t talk to me. Grammy nominated? Don't talk to me 20 Million? Don’t talk to me It's levels to this shit boy, you basement? Don't talk to me You want the fame? I'll take your name and that weak bitch you fall asleep with! Ain't got no time for this rap shit, Blood Money, Cash Money Ain't got no time for this rap shit, Cash Money, Blood Money Ain't got no time for this rap shit, rap money, drug money I'm straight nigga, straightjacket! Yo Trel let a nigga hit him with a ratchet Big U let a nigga get some matches I'ma torch the building this La Familia Pull up and spin a nigga backwards Light it up, smoke a nigga like a Backwood (Gotta channel DMX) Coming through with my dogs (grrrrrr) That chopper going through walls This beef shit? That's me shit. Pull up bangin' that Meek shit That 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 again Talk about my kids on Instagram? Nigga must wanna get his ass socked again! Tell a lie like I pulled out a Glock on him Don't make me resurrect Pac again! You ScHoolboy like Kendrick and Top and them Have a bitch nigga running to the cops again It's all Gucci Mane, Waka Flock and them (Green Light) That mean go nigga, if you ever see this ho nigga, on mama nigga it's a (Green Light) From where my nigga died to Riverside, even your niggas know it's a (Green Light) Better run through the red ones, fuck 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 niggas, they like to sue, no woo nigga Tyga hit me like "Durk dissing" Dirk Nowitzki? Dirk who nigga? Never heard of these niggas Some of the nerve of these niggas Don't make me put on burgundy nigga Let the AK (gunshots) I'm serving these niggas Yo T raw, time to murder these niggas Black suburban these niggas I'm taking bitches, I'm taking chains, Yeah I'm Young Bergin' these niggas Ain't start making guns when they made you nigga Ain't no JayHawk but I'll K you nigga And I know Hoovers, I know 60s (I know Westside Pirus, niggas down to die too) Move in on them 50s (I got niggas on west and the Southside of Chi too) Pull up in an 87 Cutlass Throwing bullets like Jay Cutler Fuck this. What's this? Niggas talking all that fuck shit Tough shit. Put a nigga on like Trukfit I know Lil Wayne, I know Lil Reese I know Lil Herb, I know Lil Keef I know Lil Boosie, that nigga free like this ass whooping Come fuck with me, I got hands, I got bands Got damn I am what I am 45 go blam with no jam Bring a nigga Vietnam, let's go ham Niggas runnin' out of ham, let's go spam Nigga dip through your set like Killa Cam I'm talkin' to the man, with no fans This is a DM with no gram Ridin' through the Chi, ain't ever seen Oprah Hit a 300 with my little nigga Sosa Brown paper bag, sippin' on a 4 Loko Nigga get love, I ain't talkin' 'bout The Notebook Niggas got killers out here, west side, they feel us out here Like Weezel [?] and Chicago, realest out here Old man and the capitol hill is out here On the low end, all my BD niggas bring the dope in BD twins locked up in the feds and my nigga Bump J, hold your head If you getting money nigga hold your bread Rock my pele P like LED, them Bogus Boys? They Fuck with me I fuck with stones till I OD' 69, Seven Deuce Marshalville I mean Murderville Yellow G, gave me a bitch off of dame(?) and Ave(?) I use her to kill She from the Chi, but she ain't shy She ain't never met a nigga who can't die I'm so Southside I'm so Northside I'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 J 4CH but I'm like (?) in this shark tail OG like a car sale Chopper spins, you do cartwheels Lil 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! From Letras Mania