Back Again

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Lil Durk

Durk D. Banks (born October 19, 1992) better known by his stage name Lil Durk is an American rapper from Chicago. more »

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(Tay Keith, f*ck these niggas up)

Blast his ass
I don't even ask when it come to cash, they catch him
Blast his ass
Jam get out that jam, I give him fifty, ain't gotta ask again
He was catchin' murders, way back then, that's when them MACs was in
I don't drink that red or that green, bring back the Act' again
Fucked her then she told that she hate me, now she back again
And you still alive, you better be lucky, ain't no traffickin'
Hate they ass so much, we dig 'em up and tell 'em, "Die again"
I can hit the club all by myself long as the strap is in
Niggas told me, all the rappers pussy, I ain't no rapper then
They told 'em what type of car was in, I had to go get it wrapped again
Say when I get on, ain't no more thots, we fuckin' actresses
Bitch, you know we lyin', we fuckin' thotties on the mattresses

Ayy, pop out like a ghost
They like, "Prince Dre, boy, he back again" (uh)
If a body movin', I spin back, he gettin' clapped again (uh)
I be in the Nola with a choppa like I'm Soulja Slim (uh, hey, hey)
O'Block they my brothers but 300 that's my woadie nem
Them be my fuckin' partners (them motherfuckers, woo)
I be movin' through this bitch, ain't worried 'bout no oppers (ain't worried 'bout no, ooh)
I'm a fuckin' shotter
And I'm dreaded like a Rasta
I be runnin' up that bag, I been trappin' out that Charger (skrrt)
Foenem screamin', "Get back" (gang)
You know I'm with that (uh)
Long live baby boy T-Roy, can't forget Hec
Project baby, 6-4 shawty, got it on my back (uh)
Chopper bullet, make 'em somersault then put 'em on his back (boom, boom)

I ain't tryna squash no beef, nigga (squash no beef, nigga)
We into it 'til you die, real street nigga (real street nigga)
At yo' funeral, I might just slide, rest in pee, nigga (rest in pee, nigga)
Shoot up everybody that's outside
Bet Wooski feel this one (boom, boom, boom, boom)
I bet Wooski still twitchin' (damn, damn, damn)
He changed, somethin' different
I got clips like Mel Gibson (yeah)
All full, none empty (grrah, grrah)
I know niggas scared to come around when I pop out outside (I know it)
I done gave niggas whole head starts (what?) 
And still I hawked 'em down (boom, boom)
That shit crazy (damn)
Krunk was doin' all that woofin', he ain't even make it (damn)
Melly got shot up in the party, started Harlem Shakin' (damn, damn, damn)
If the pigs keep tweakin', I'ma start fryin' bacon (boom, boom)
The difference between me and you is you be askin', I be takin' (boom, boom, boom, boom-boom-boom-boom)

Blast his ass
I don't even ask when it come to cash, they catch him
Blast his ass
Jam get out that jam, I give him fifty, ain't gotta ask again
He was catchin' murders, way back then, that's when them MACs was in
I don't drink that red or that green, bring back the Act' again
Fucked her then she told that she hate me, now she back again
And you still alive, you better be lucky, ain't no traffickin'
Hate they ass so much, we dig 'em up and tell 'em, "Die again"
I can hit the club all by myself long as the strap is in

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