Lil Niggaz - Lil Durk feat Migos, Cash Out
[Intro: Lil Durk]
Yea, let's get it
You n_ggas talk like big n_ggas
These n_ggas ain't done sh_t
Well free my n_ggas
Yeeeaaaah
Tweak with my squad
I'm on you if you tweak with my squad
Don't tweak with my squad
Lil n_gga, lil n_gga
Lil n_gga, lil n_gga
Let's get it!
[Hook: Lil Durk]
It look bad for a n_gga, funeral setup, I be all sad for a n_gga
40 Ruger shooters, gave all that I had for a n_gga
Where you from, what's your past lil n_gga?
And you broke and you mad lil n_gga?
F_ck a price what the tag lil n_gga?
My shooters on deck playin' tag lil n_gga
You can't get a pass lil n_gga
Get caught, that's your ass lil n_gga
You movin' too fast lil n_gga
You tweak with the squad, that's your ass lil n_gga
Lil n_gga, lil n_gga, lil n_gga, lil n_gga
Tweak with my squad, that's your ass lil n_gga
[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Your n_ggas wanna tweak with my n_ggas
I'm a dog, Imma eat with my n_ggas
Twitter beefing, that ain't me lil n_gga
Location on and we can meet lil n_gga
Wifey holding down the street with my n_ggas
My gang claim three lil n_gga
All this sh_t, that ain't me lil n_gga
Got killers, every gang with me lil n_gga
One time, shooters that's four-nine
Put a murder on bro that's more time
Up mine, Imma shoot thirty four time
Or nah, cook a brick or nah?
N_ggas say he ain't snitching but I know he lying
Lil n_gga, lil n_gga
Get money, get bigger
Them n_ggas ain't with ya'
Talk loud and get switched lil n_gga
And we big n_ggas, and I lost a lot of sh_t, n_gga (Let's get it)
Sip lean, get the kick, lil n_gga
Who you with lil n_gga
Where you from? You can't flip lil n_ggas
And we the sh_t lil n_ggas
I'm gone, how they sick lil n_ggas
Anybody tic lil n_gga
Where you from? You ain't from where I from lil n_gga
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Offset]
You a lil n_gga and I'm a big dog (huh?)
You can die quick, n_gga, 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_gga, you ain't seen what I seen (no)
I used to trap mid as a team (I did)
You n_ggas be copyin' my swag, you a clone (copy)
Giuseppe steppin', ain't no Foams (Giuseppe)
My b_tch 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, I jump 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 him)
I iced out the Rollies, 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_ggas got passes 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_ggas is innocent (nah)
None of my n_ggas 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_ggas got choppers, they'll damage you
Bet you won't bust a move
Have a n_gga floatin' in the Chattahoochee river, fool
She cook it so fancy (whip, whip)
You n_ggas 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_gga, no Jeezy, corporate thuggin'
All of my n_ggas got gas and dirty sticks all out in public
My cup is so dirty, I'm drinkin' on Ruxman (lean, lean, dirty)
You n_ggas is soft, lookin' like Telletub-man
[Hook]
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