Every day I can watch lil’ bro bring out the red tape
Headaches, I know you seen’t that clip, looked like his head fake
Every day lil’ bro chase all the opps before the Fajr prayer
His ass skate all around them cars, it look like hockey players
Every day, green Bottega boots, look like I’m Raphael
Told the booster, “Get all the clothes they got, they gon’ shut Barneys down”
Lil Threat just had somethin’ around his neck, look like it knock armies down
Hit a bitch, fucked up everybody relationships, she a Barbie now
Chief Wuk, he a real witness, he seen me knock niggas’ mamas down
Opps FaceTime showin’ they lil’ watch, nigga, that put that Cartier down
Even when it rain, put it in wet mode to bring that ‘rari out
Who your top killer? I’ll check his temp—man, what’s your body count?
I ain’t gon’ even stunt, these niggas would rather die instead of livin’
I ain’t gon’ even stunt, these niggas would rather die instead of killin’
I ain’t gon’ even cap, you know I’d rather die than be a witness
I ain’t gon’ even cap, the niggas who rap ’bout, keep niggas out my business
They on go mode
I can’t let them niggas trick me out a promo
Your lil’ thirty ass wanna take a picture, show hoes our photo
You ain’t gon’ in the trenches at all, lil’ bro, I’ma send you a boatload
Before the Calvin Klein, I had a four-five tucked in Polos
I couldn’t believe it how his ass was leakin’, ripped his torso
Overslept, I had a warrant right before the court closed
I’m so paranoid, I get to blowin’ before the door close
Can’t have a bitch to come to me, you know that shit a no-no
I know they really hate me now because I’m more-more famous
He can’t even make it out the city, he ain’t make no more bangers
Whenever Deeski beat his murder, he gon’ be more-more dangerous
How these killers get on ‘net you would think it’s no more gangsters
I just took two Adderall, I don’t want the G6
Boonie used to sell the dog, he know how to remix
And he want the Fentanyl, the real Percs ain’t even hittin’
I just told the bitch to drink the semen, she keep spittin’
He’ll still be dead right now, but we ain’t get him
He’ll still be alive right now, but he ain’t get it
I just seen him open pints back to back, he ain’t mixin’
I just seen him hold his breath and chase you down for eight minutes

[Lil Durk:]
Go crazy, I’m textin’ her right now
Nah, for real, I’m textin’ her right-right now
This song ain’t even supposed to be like this

Pretty little thing, you just a pretty little liar
Got on Pretty Little Thing, Van Cleef bracelet cost four thousand, huh
Appreciate the lil’ thing if it came from public housin’
Eighteen million for one tour, I’m so humble, ain’t even announce it
I like high-end restaurants, when I read the menu, I can’t pronounce it
I went toxic for two months, I showed the streets I don’t need cancer
Ever since we had car sex, she don’t ever wanna wear panties
She like shoppin’ on FarFetch, got me watchin’ out for her package
I was hard for so long, asked did I pop viagra
I ain’t send you home in an Uber, baby, I actually gave you my driver
Had a model kissin’ on the street bitch, but I’ma keep it between my family
I’m cummin’, she keep on suckin’, I told her to stop, she grab my diamond
I know how it feel to be lied on
This ain’t gangster shit in my headphones, this a sad song
I can’t vent to you on a text message, it’s real wrong
He talkin’ to one of the most famous girls on my man’s phone

[Booka600:]
I’m sorry, I’m so sorry
I can’t say sorry enough
I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry
I can’t say it enough

I’m said I’m sorry, told you the stories
And you ain’t explain it enough
I said I’m sorry, I said I’m sorry
I hate you think that I’m tough

[Lil Durk:]
I don’t know what you do me
Start to think about your life insurance before you tell your friends that you through with me
Told her shit that could ruin me
Cut her off, she stopped textin’ me back, that shit was blowin’ me
I could really have it my way if I wanted to, I’m a walkin’ orgy
Yellow Chanel peacoat, fresh off the runway, she Giorgi
Lettin’ her feet soak, she be runnin’ my mind all this mornin’
Authorized, you was on my bank account, she stopped regardless
Used to say Amari for Amiri jeans ’cause we ain’t have nothin’
Used to say Amari for Amiri jeans, that shit retarded
PTSD, I got cheated on, baby, I’m heartless
It is what it is, think what you want, whatever you callin’
I done seen real tears, had a miscarriage, blood in the toilet

[Booka600:]
I’m sorry, I’m so sorry
I can’t say sorry enough
I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry
I can’t say it enough

I’m said I’m sorry, told you the stories
And you ain’t explain it enough
I said I’m sorry, I said I’m sorry
I hate you think that I’m tough

Banger

Too many bracelets’ll sprain a nigga wrist
Comin’ from the gutter, never imagined livin’ like this
Five-thousand shots when I’m at the Pow-Wow with the clique, yeah
She gotta be bossed up in order to be my bitch, yeah (DJ on the beat so it’s a banger)

It ain’t a coincidence, these shooters ready to go on stains
He done took two transformers, fentanyl got him out his brain
Throw him in the water, get them sharks on him like a big ol’ snake (Slatt)
Came off the corner with some gangsters, took this shit to space
Shooter had his mask off, he didn’t even think about it (Didn’t think about it)
Gotta keep it one-thousand, tryna clear the bank out
Been in them trenches, holdin’ switches like a auntie (Like my auntie)
Spent half a ticket on it and it was anti (Skrrt)
I put lil’ demon on that hit, he gon’ go brazy
Won’t even cost a vehicle to get you this mutilated
They caught him in the cut and switched him up, and hit his lady
We gon’ kill the shooter when he come back if he hit the baby
Couldn’t make the store, he want that coke, now shit gettin’ slimed out (Slimed out)
One mill’ a show, it’s on the floor, these niggas dyin’ now (Niggas dyin’ now)
I’m takin’ G6 to feel like I’m on Saturn (I’m on Saturn)
I could’ve leased it, but I cashed out like a scammer (Pluto)
From the bottom to the top, made it do what it‘s supposed to do (Pluto)
I came up dirty, now my check right, my money blue (Super)
I used to sell it to these junkies, now some time I use (Turn up)
Cost a lot of mon-yun, get you don-yun, knocked out your shoes (Woo)
I was just a lil’ nigga servin’ GRAMMYs, yeah (Yeah)
I’ma catch the flu from solitary (Yeah, yeah, I swear)
It ain’t no sleepin’ when you legendary (Pluto)
My main bitch come secondary (Freebandz)

Too many bracelets’ll sprain a nigga wrist
Comin’ from the gutter, never imagined livin’ like this
Five-thousand shots when I’m at the Pow-Wow with the clique, yeah
She gotta be bossed up in order to be my bitch, yeah

Them hoes gotta get my mama involved for me to reason
I put my brother before the nation, they say I’m treason (Wow, wow, wow)
I fuck with her energy, spiritually, she be keepin’ her Bs on (Keep her Bs on)
I done gave him a gun while he on the run, brodie a street one (Wow, wow, wow)
They stay out the streets, ain’t none right here ‘fore you play D1 (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Why you go on the ‘Gram bashin’ my name knowin’ that the streets warm?
Told a young nigga when he catch another body, told him to keep goin’
Got shot in his neck, they pronounced him dead, brodie breathed strong (Wow, wow, wow)
You can be my backbone in rare form, I still reject you (Wow, wow, wow)
Get back, you a real neighborhood hero, they’ll still neglect you
I gave the streets more than my own kids, that disrespectful
You can’t dig this deep in the trenches, you gon’ need a shovel
I don’t want no more adderall caps, medical
Data connected with Apple, federal
He gave me some pills and a napkin
Everything happened is tragic
You that mad? Get him in traffic
Get a address to say you arrivin’
Took a plea deal, gave him eleven
He kept it P, so it’s Only The Family

Too many bracelets’ll sprain a nigga wrist (Too many bracelets)
Comin’ from the gutter, never imagined livin’ like this (Livin’ so special)
Five-thousand shots when I’m at the Pow-Wow with the clique, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
She gotta be bossed up in order to be my bitch, yeah (Woah, woah)
Too many bracelets to sprain a nigga wrist (Yeah, yeah)
Comin’ from the gutter, you can’t imagine livin’ like this (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Five-thousand shots when I’m at Pow-Wow with my clique, yeah
She gotta get dogged out in order to be my bitch

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, woah, oh-oh-oh-oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah