Dying 2 Hit'em
Only The Family, Lil Durk, Slimelife Shawty
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You was out playin' them sports I'm on the block with my killers While you was sittin' on the porch I'm off the porch with my niggas They was on trial in court Your bitch-ass givin' descriptions Your bitch-ass die in the course You know we dyin' to get 'em Dyin' to hit 'em, yeah If you ain't gon' end this with a shootout, what you start it for? My mama told me get on this porch, mama, I start the wars Why the opps be claimin' bodies they ain't shot before? I heard the opps get they shit dropped right at designer stores Foenem took like two, three Glocks, like, what you buyin' 'em for? Know an eat that want Chanel, I had to grab it for her Before he died, they walked up on him, what you lackin' for? Switches, don't we got 'em? He say why we splat 'em? Bitch, that shit don't matter, bitch, I'll die with my brother Bitch, you will die if you clutch, ain't no get back, he died for nothin' Why you say my name in songs like we ain't make y'all blocks Y'all out fuckin' with them niggas, bitch, we make y'all opps You was out playin' them sports (yeah) I'm on the block with my killers (let's get it) While you was sittin' on the porch (let's get it) I'm off the porch with my niggas (yeah) They was on trial in court (let's get it) Your bitch-ass givin' descriptions Your bitch-ass dyin' of course You know we dyin' to get 'em Dyin' to hit 'em I'm dyin' to hit 'em, yeah, I ride with killers Test somethin' like Brian Nickels, oh, he your twin? You dyin' with him F*ck it, let my slime kill him, ridin' through your hood, I'm mad as f*ck 'Cause I can't find niggas, face-to-face, let's see if you gon' buck Boy, you gon' die in here, load up the drac', I hop out, we face-to-face You and me, nobody safe, right there there your mama stay Yeah, lurkin', look at the boy, he nervous (he nervous) Make sure if you shoot at me, bitch, it better be worth it (why?) 'Cause all my opps be mad as hell (why?), 'Cause I'm splurgin' (fools) Ain't talkin' 'bout on designer, on your head, bitch, it's a Birkin Get 'em gone, hurry, you ain't gon' see me in that cut 'Cause I know how to play it, let me hear that shit you said You was out playin' them sports (yeah) I'm on the block with my killers (let's get it) While you was sittin' on the porch (let's get it) I'm off the porch with my niggas (yeah) They was on trial in court (let's get it) Your bitch-ass givin' descriptions Your bitch-ass dyin' of course You know we dyin' to get 'em Dyin' to hit 'em, yeah
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Written by: Durk D. Banks, Wunnie Lee
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