Risky

(Oh yeah, I'm finna make a banger with this one) (Dj on the beat so it's a banger) Why you runnin'? Ain't got your gun so you gon' let him die? I come from a block, you catch a opp, you hit him twenty times Catch a nigga, who you love to slide, we make a shooter cry Can't be 'round my dawg, I still'll risk it, I know Zoo'll drive We tell bro'nem, "Chill, don't gotta speed," this like a Uber ride Pull up on my side, I got two Dracs', this shit like suicide Speedin' on the E-way, off them pills, you don't know who'll crash Backdoor, all across the city, you don't know who to gas, nigga Keep a switch on me in case these niggas hate and try to switch on me Fuck who you is, you try to play them games, I don't show sympathy Won't hit none of my bros hoes, them bitches keep on temptin' me My fingers hurt, demon on my opps, I don't got energy Bug-bug, bitch, it's macaroni time Tell my opps to post the shit in they close friends, they all dyin' All my opps the same, every time they get caught, they ass whinin' All that shit y'all said in the booth to boot up careers, ain't nothin' slidin' That's my block, every gun I keep on me go, "Drr-da-duh" Ask the opps, every time they see my face, they sugar foot Give me props, gave my block them turkey bags, Wuka Duck Just free Sah, you know shorty ass gon' rob, I get you took, nigga Let your sit up, bro Hop out, hit his dome (hit his dome) Hop out, get 'em gone (get 'em gone) Hop out, do 'em wrong (do 'em wrong) Just be prepared, you on your feet, you better not drop your phone (Drop your phone) Tap that switch, don't use it fully, you might just see his bros Lil' bro got jammed off for a body, he ain't gon' change his clothes I say, "When you chased 'em what you see?" He say, he chased his soul Get on his ass, he gon' be easy, he be chasin' hoes Stand over him, last thing he see, that's my favorite pose Why you runnin'? Ain't got your gun so you gon' let him die? I come from a block, you catch a opp, you hit him twenty times Catch a nigga, who you love to slide, we make a shooter cry Can't be 'round my dawg, I still'll risk it, I know Zoo'll drive We tell bro'nem, "Chill, don't gotta speed," this like a Uber ride Pull up on my side, I got two Dracs', this shit like suicide Speedin' on the E-way, off them pills, you don't know who'll crash Backdoor, all across the city, you don't know who to gas, nigga Grab your blick', bro (grab your blick', bro) You ain't never gave me shit, you ain't my big bro Ask if I'm lyin', I gave 'em Hellcats and pistols I gave my bitch my heart, uh, welcome to Death Row Bitch, uh, yeah You ain't gon' die about your dawg but you gon' die 'bout a bitch Man, you better shoot your gun until it's gone then it click We gon' get it on, I'm with you right or wrong, that's what it is You a flodge what's your cup, that's Melatonin, it ain't no drank Got my truck all bulletproof and it's supercharged, this ain't no tank How you gon' vouch for a nigga who ain't never kill shit? His ass ain't got no rank Catch a opp but you lucky it's Ramadan Hol' on, I gotta pray (haha, uh, uh, uh) I gotta pray (uh, uh, uh, uh) I gotta pray Why you runnin'? Ain't got your gun so you gon' let him die? I come from a block, you catch a opp, you hit him twenty times Catch a nigga, who you love to slide, we make a shooter cry Can't be 'round my dawg, I still'll risk it, I know Zoo'll drive We tell bro'nem, "Chill, don't gotta speed," this like a Uber ride Pull up on my side, I got two Dracs', this shit like suicide Speedin' on the E-way, off them pills, you don't know who'll crash Backdoor, all across the city, you don't know who to gas, nigga --- Risky - Lil Durk