Wooh
Lil Durk, Key Glock
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(DY Krazy) Yeah Yo, turn it up some Damn, damn, damn, damn, yeah Why you not buying no pints no more? Shootouts, we don't fight no more Why you not rocking your ice no more? I don't wear my clothes twice no more Why you don't carry your pipe no more? (Why you don't) She say I don't f*ck her twice no more Why you don't f*ck up them racks no more? Why you not copping them pounds no more? (Yeah) I don't even think about dying no more (dying no more) Why that chain don't shine no more? (Shine no more) Why you don't be with the fam no more? (Fam no more) Why you niggas don't slide no more? (Slide no more) Me and the streets compatible AP flooded radical (rad) Gucci, Chanel, I buy the two (buy the two) Don't sip green 'cause that won't do Woo, woo, tired of you Woo, woo, Bentley coupe (yeah) Woo, woo, taxin' you (yeah) Woo, woo, lie to who? (Let's get it) Groupies, killers turned to groupies (turnt) Robbers turned to groupies (turnt) All this shit is goofy (goofy) This shit like a movie (yeah) Mikey, Ikey shoot 'em, boom (gang) Yeah, I know niggas tooted, ooted I don't know how you could do it, ooh (yeah) You play with me, you disappear, poof (codeine) These Perkies got me skinny Every day niggas dyin' like Kenny Self-park when I park that Bentley Killers like Santa Claus, come through your chimney F*ck from the back and I pull on your Remy Yeah, kicked her out like, "Lord, forgive me" (bitch) Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo Woo, woo, woo, woo Woo, woo, woo, woo Woo, woo, woo, woo (yeah) Woo, quarter million dollar coupe Woo, yeah, I just lost the roof, uh (lost it, nigga) Woo, bitch, I like my money blue (like my money blue) Woo, ballin' like I go to Duke, uh, shoot Bitch, I'm straight for Memphis (baow) I keep extensions with me These hoes, they ain't worth a penny (uh) But we still pimpin' bitches Cashed out, bitch, my shit ain't rented (yeah) I'm sliding foreign tinted With a couple killers in it (five) We four deep, ain't too many (uh-huh) Yeah, bitch, you know the business (what) We on the road to riches Yeah, bitch, you know the business (what) We gettin' a lot of digits (racks) Young nigga with plenty (woo) Money and ammunition New baguettes with no pendant (yaw) Every chain cost a fifty (woo) Woo, woo, woo, woo Woo, woo, woo, woo Woo, woo, woo, woo Woo, woo, woo, woo Woo, woo, woo (yeah)
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Written by: Durk D. Banks, Dwan Lecurtis Jaquan Avery, Markeyvius Cathey
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