(Turn Me Up Josh)(Young Cutta run it up)
I be with demons, and yeah, I admit itGet too high, got to flush my kidneysNiggas be hoes, gotta mind my businessCall from the feds, they’ll run up your minutesWatch these hoes, they’ll do it for imageFuck four hoes, tryna turn me to stripperI don’t trust niggas, so I ride with my nickelCrushed up faces, bustdown emeraldCan’t trust twice ’cause it ain’t that simpleTen toes down, I’ll ride for my niggasWhen you ride through the ‘Raq, gotta look at it through mirrorsHe got caught ’cause I know he didn’tYou know damn well you can’t duck them switchesYou gotta shoot for it ’cause that bitch be glitchyI miss my dawg, gotta stay out my feelingsMiss my dawg, gotta stay out my, yeahLove my block and I love my city, we call hoes eatsWake up late with ’bout 50K, better brush your teethI’ma say no when the nigga ask, I know he a leechContract with the label, bitch, I’m able, I’m signed to the streetsWe ain’t no goofies and I told Doody them pills be havin’ me nervousNigga had shot my brother, when it come to the money, my shawty be constantly purgin’Fuck my opps, we on his ass, catch ’em, blast, nobody nervousWe on his ass, ain’t no pass, foenem do him dirtyI’m with the killers and I be comfortable ’round them gangstersI’m with the robbers and I be comfortable ’round them gangstersI give him a thirty, he pop out the car, he gettin’ too anxiousWon’t give him no X when he got his gat ’cause shorty too dangerous
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And you can’t run when we shootYou can’t run when we shootYou can’t run when we shootAnd you can’t run when we shoot
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You better not slip, you better not tripCome out the cut and blickThem hoes left quick when I wasn’t litNow them hoes be on my dickI’m from the Lam’, fuck 63rd, but that don’t go for hipI’ma get that Lam’ truck blue for sixty days, that shit for NipAnd I don’t even cheat on my bitchThem bitches be tweetin’ like, Lil Durk be cheatin’, like bitches don’t be on my dickWhy you be sneakin’ and dissin’ and pillowin’-talkin’ when you with a bitch?It be the niggas I used to call brother, I call ’em and tell ’em, “Let’s get it”Better ride with your blick, yeah
And you can’t run when we shootYou can’t run when we shootYou can’t run when we shootAnd you can’t run when we shootAnd you can’t run when we shootYou can’t run when we shootYou can’t run when we shootAnd you can’t run when we shoot
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