[Lil Durk] DY Krazy Yeah Turn it up some Damn, damn, damn, damn, yeah
[Lil Durk] Why you not buying no pints no more? Shootouts, we don´t fight no more Why you not rocking your ice no more? I don´t wear my clothes twice no more Why you don´t carry your pipe no more? She say I don´t fuck her twice no more Why you don´t fuck up them racks no more? Why you not copping them pounds no more? I don´t even think about dying no more Why that chain don´t shine no more? Why you don´t be with the fam no more? Why you niggas don´t slide no more? Me and the streets compatible AP flooded radical Gucci, Chanel, I buy the two Don´t sip green ´cause that won´t do
Woo, woo, tired of you Woo, woo, Bentley coupe Woo, woo, taxin´ you Woo, woo, lie to who? Groupies Killers turned to groupies Robbers turned to groupies All this shit is goofy This shit like a movie (Yeah) Mikey, Ikey shoot ´em (Boom) Yeah, I know niggas tooted, ooted I don´t know how you could do it, ooh (Yeah) You play with me, you disappear, poof These Perkies got me skinny Every day niggas dyin´ like Kenny Self-park when I park that Bentley Killers like Santa Claus, come through your chimney
Fuck from the back and I pull on your Remy, yeah Kicked her out like, "Lord, forgive me"
[Key Glock] Woo, quarter million dollar coupe Woo, yeah, I just lost the roof, uh Woo, bitch, I like my money blue Woo, ballin´ like I go to Duke, uh, shoot Bitch, I´m straight for Memphis I keep extensions with me These hoes, they ain´t worth a penny But we still pimpin´ bitches
Cashed out, bitch, my shit ain´t rented I´m sliding foreign tinted With a couple killers in it We four deep, ain´t too many Yeah, bitch, you know the business We on the road to riches Yeah, bitch, you know the business We gettin´ a lot of digits (Racks) Young nigga with plenty (Woo) Money and ammunition New baguettes with no pendant Every chain cost a fifty (Woo)