[Lil Durk]
DJ FMCT
Ayy, they told me I can´t be around no gang members
Y´all got me fucked up, nigga

I go everywhere with my killers, man
DJ Bandz, oh, man
Yeah, let´s get it

[Lil Durk & Pooh Shiesty]
Throw that mask on, when you jump out first you better blast (Yeah)
We don´t like slow shit, on hits, them switchers (Brrt) fast (Gang)
Ain´t gon lie, the city haul with strikers, they don´t last (Turn up)
When you poppin´ with your killers, you better check your guys (Man, what)
We don´t party on other blocks, they fuck with other opps (Let´s get it)
Then come ´round like you gang, that got your brother shot (Brrah)
You say his name inside a song, that got your brother hot (Let´s get it)

Then leave him hangin´ without a lawyer, that shit dumb as fuck (Pussy)
You come outside without your gun, lil´ boy, you dumb as fuck (Dumb as fuck)
Ain´t no quick run to the store, they pop out, fire you up (Brrah)
I told my PO through the gate that I get high as fuck (I get high as fuck)
She ask me how high do I get, I told her high as Duck (Tooka)
My brother told me get some property, I kept gettin´ Glockies (Gettin´ Glocks)
I told him I only drink wocky, he say I´m gettin cocky (Let´s get it)
All them bitches wanna fuck me, I don´t give them money
One bitch thought I told her, "Yeah," I said, "You better block me"

He survived one to the head, but it fucked up his body
You think he off a eight or red the way that nigga noddin´?
He don´t even know ´bout drugs, he sell lean, OxyContin
You tryna judge him off his looks, that lil´ boy Ashley Robin
Man, he talkin´ ´bout gang in this bitch (Why he callin´, talkin´ ´bout gang?)
He ain´t get back from that one shit, man his gang ain´t on shit
´Fonem posted up outside, Dracos hanging and shit
Before he died, his ass a goofy, now he famous and shit (Brrr, brrr, brrr)

[Pooh Shiesty]
I´m King Draco, got my name off drilling, check the record, bitch (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)

If pussy dropped this song about me, he get found without his dick
Send off a bag ´bout my lil´ cousin, they fakin´, they´ll call the quits
They made me mad enough, I spin through there myself, say the wrong shit
Might still sip when I get low, but I prefer Wock over trip
Fucked up and let me in the door, I went fully on auto sticks
I´m Mr. Slime ´Em Out, I caught his backdoor, unlocked on the lick
Or Mr. Leave No Evidence, know my criminal book hella thick (On God)
You niggas goose, ain´t got no gun
You went away, your ass is dumb
I´m on my sixth Moncler this winter, I couldn´t wait to get some money

My lil´ nigga up four souls, he caught two dressed up like a junkie
They thought I was just rappin´
Lately, murder gang, that shit ain´t funny
You know the murder gang, they come through, that shit ain´t funny
I´m locked in with hunters, from the God, got killers ´round the country
I might don´t need to slime ´em out, just be yourself and stay 300
We get money Monday through Saturday, pray to Trey Day every Sunday
My clique tied up in the field, won´t never hear me go out runnin´
Post up a pic like I´m in LA, but the whole time I´m with gun
We ain´t tryna keep hearin´ ´bout that shit you did, go get active again

It´s either eat or get ate on my side, I´ma fuck the drops and go and spin
Three and O, we skunkin´ shit, get one more kill, conceal the win
Beef with us, won´t never land ´till y´all get hit up with them pens
Can´t come around unless you get a body, chopper, F&N
We caught one of them pussies drunk, he died before he dropped the hint
Got ´bout ten whips in my garage and still don´t know what to get in
Take all the embers out the cat, tint out the window ´fore I spin (Shh, brrr, tint out the window ´fore I spin, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)