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500 Homicides

Lil Durk

Oh!, these niggas ain't gangstas Stay tryna take my lil homie off the streets huh Free 'Nine bitch! We still got real niggas out here (so everybody gangsta now huh?) Where you from nigga? Free the guys man, you ain't from where we from I told my niggas we gon' make it man It's a fucking movement man We a fucking family, we ain't a gang OTF, (SQUAD!) These niggas is bitches, getting info from bitches Go and tell to the piggies I'm tryna get riches, and stay on that business 3 bro niggas snitching, my case almost over You lucky it wasn't pending I put 2 in his lemon, this 4-5 a lemon Extended clip for his niggas And he ain't shit to his niggas We don't hesitate, from DD and Bébé's just know that the opps ain't never safe Load up the Glock, and reload the 8 Do a drill on the op, no clones I see dots ACGs for the God's church and one power rock I'm on the block Hope my tape don't flop, and it go gold when it drop I'm not a liar, start D'ing them baggies, and we risking indictment Just to get flier than the first day ticket, united 300, the riot Murder murder, kill kill, in the jam I'll never squeal My label only time I deal I fuck with GB's most king snapes, foes into niggas under kneel Silver spoon, you don't know how hunger feel Dreaming 'bout 100 mil, step on that curb with 100 pills Western Union money to bro and them, in the cell doing 20 years And I lost a couple of these niggas, and they ain't never seen 20 years, oh! Heard them die when I was out of town, shit happen when I'm not around Slide through every opp block and we up shots till they not around What's up with this twitter beef? Thought we was keepin' it in the streets? They mad I'm in the winner seat, from the summer time 'till winter breeze And choppa squeeze, bitch go blaat, blaat, blaat! I ain't even gotta rap, (rap, rap) racks in 'em trap (trap, trap) One time no light bulb, bro n 'em got a lamp, (lamp, lamp) Where you from you ain't stamped (stamp, stamp) Niggas know we the champ (champ, champ) Got niggas sneak dissin', it ain't rap Make a real nigga gotta spit facts Got some niggas saying keep it only rap That's how these old niggas stay on the map Headshot, we ain't getting into that Niggas tellin' hands full of pins and packs Grab a pack, blood bleeding real bad Doin' hit in a coupe, in a Range, or an Audi Fuck a nigga doubt me All on my dick when they see me Knowing this bitch wanna be me Hell yea you can die over a retweet I'm grabbing my pole on mimi I can't see a nigga like Stevie I won't tell, I'll take me a BG Let's get it! GANG!

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Durk Banks, Charles Walter Dumazer

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Remember My Name

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Def Jam Recordings

Release Date

June 2, 2015

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