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lil durk - street loyalty كلمات أغنية

[intro: lil durk & lil vell]
you know what the f_ck going on
real street sh_t, real trenches sh_t
metro boomin want some more, n_gga!

[verse 1: lil durk]
got a richard mille wrapped around my f_cking wrist
got a bad b_tch tryna suck me in the vip
all this money, all this lean, got me feelin’ sick
he was dissin’ , now he in a ditch
n_ggas cappin’ like they out here sendin’ shots
we be on they block, 50 rounds up in this glock
i got k!llers in the cut, they gon’ pull up, get you dropped
put a switch up on that b_tch, make it sing like it’s the lox
ayy, f_ck the other side, b_tch, we really steppin’
told that boy it’s up, now his face up on a pendant
said he want some smoke, but he hidin’, n_gga, quit it
he was talkin’ gangsta, now he cryin’, beggin’ different
[chorus: lil durk]
ayy
tote a bunch of them glocks up
pull up in a new trackhawk
livin’ like i’m top opp
spinnin’ blocks, let that mac talk
pop a perc’, i’m too geeked
turn an opp to a new leaf
made a mil’ this past week
michael jackson, billie jean

[verse 2: lil durk]
whippin’ up the work, got the trenches goin’ crazy
we been slidein’ back_to_back, like durk and baby
heard he talkin’ tough, but he soft like a daisy
facetime with the plug, told him load up them cases
vvs diamonds, got my neck on froze
i was broke last year, now the bankroll swole
say he want the smoke, we gon’ send him with his bros
put his ass on tv, he ain’t make it to no shows
yeah, i’m from the trenches, i can’t f_ck with no pretender
chopper hit his stomach, got him screamin’ like he injured
murder in my city, boy, you better keep a pistol
standin’ on my business, i can’t ever be a victim

[chorus: lil durk]
ayy
tote a bunch of them glocks up
pull up in a new trackhawk
livin’ like i’m top opp
spinnin’ blocks, let that mac talk
pop a perc’, i’m too geeked
turn an opp to a new leaf
made a mil’ this past week
michael jackson, billie jean
[verse 3: lil’ vell]
pop a lot of f_ckin percs, i don’t feel my face
took his b_tch, now he mad, told him stay in his place
yeah
draco got a kick, let it eat his face
yeah
two trap phones ringin’ at the same time
that’s your plug tryna send the same d_mn line
told that boy, “get the f_ck up off my line”
he be cappin’, he ain’t servin’ no dimes
i got a love_hate thing for these snitches
rather tote a glock than be stuck up in the system
all my n_ggas with me, we ain’t never duckin’ tension
boy, i up this f&n, have him runnin’ like a victim
and these hoes say i’m toxic
‘cause i hit once, then i dip, i ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no gossip
b_tch, we really step, got the city screamin’ ‘bout it
had to cut some n_ggas off, talkin’ records to the coppers

- lil durk

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