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Lil Baby & Lil Durk
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(KJ, what you got goin' on man? Let's go, let's go, yeah) Back of the Phantom to get me some head Ain't got no purple? Then get me some red (Yeah, woo) (Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap) N***a know I back out every time the pack out, big boy straighten up offenders I was in the trap house, chillin' with the Mac out, gang gang, me and my members (Gang gang) N***a, we ain't totin' no sticks 'round here, just glicks 'round here with extenders (Big boy) N***a, don't take no pics 'round here, everybody on parole, sh*t sensitive I got the check, fell in love with it I got the neck, for the hell of it Money, respect, get a Cullinan Come to the lil' block like an elephant I got the lil' Glock with a drum in it We the ones, they the ones cracking Now forty-five-hundred my jacket, they say I'm too rich to be strapping, yeah, ooh Suicide doors on the Phantom, it look like you gettin' in backwards Double platinum, that's a double murder when we slide, I just put a hit on a rapper Sneak dissin', 'fore you know it, you talkin' to God, and he tell you, "Get in the casket" (N***a, get over there) Stack the M's and spin all the odds, we takin' this sh*t to the maximum, yeah Must be out of your mind, you think we ain't spinnin' for bro? (Gang) We spinnin' fo' sho' Had a switch on me, not a .38, dummy, boy, we be spinnin' for ghosts (Gang) They put up for shows, we spinnin' the cribs and traps fo' sho', we spinnin' his shows And we took L's fo' sho', but in Chicago, they know we winnin' fo' sho' You do it for what? You better not say that you do it for D- (Boom), them n***as be tucked That n***a was f**ked, the moment he ran and he knew he ain't duckin', his a** out of luck We do it for Von, we don't wait 'til it die down, we load and we do it tomorrow We do it on feet, ask all the opps about us, and who say we shoot out the cars That Rolls better be bulletproof, lil' n***a, you know we gon' shoot at them stars Them lil' b*t*hes ours, I told him to f**k her and sl*t her and send her right back to the blogs Glock with a switch, two of those, and I ride through the city (We ride) And we thought a n***a died, but he didn't (But he died) Two Glocks when you ride through Philly (Let's get it) Tinted up if you dyin' in Philly (You know we slide to Philly) (Tinted up if you dyin' in Philly) (Tinted up if you dyin' in Philly) (Yeah, Baby) Anything close to a dub, and a youngin'll walk for a hundred, he damn near get caught Long as I send him the items, consider it bought I call the shots, I'm the boss I'm ridin' with the semi Two of them, I can't die in my city Do a shooting, it ain't gotta be pretty Catch him out, and we handle the business I ain't gettin' in no n***a business Thirty million, my mind in the trenches still F**k her good, make her n***a not turn her on They got brodie on camera, he comin' home Run it up from a scale to a microphone Treat Dior like a muhf**kin' Nike store And you know he ain't that, why you hype him up? Any time we have smoke, it's just pipe me up Never know the outcome 'til you try your luck Get whatever you want when I'm tryna f**k And we tellin' nobody, can't f**k with us Put the four in the P with the f**kin' F I should never bring the pain on my f**kin' self Really need it if I ever ask for help I just know I'ma blow if it's life or death I made all them hoes drink, never left I'm way higher, I'm up in my alt**ude I was broke, I woke up with an att**ude Now you play with the kid, he embarra** you I jump right in the field with no parachute and one pair of shoes
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