JD on the track...It's a Leekeleek banga[Lil Durk:]My young niggas go 7:30, these fuck niggas they tryna hurt meThis street shit we ain't worried, like shout out my brother BirdieWhen you can't call him bro, can we count up to our money, uh, uhMy niggas ain't bout that ra ra, they gon' do what they say they isOpps be all on my top, that .45, that's a lemon squeezeSee my brother tried to beast, they chapter threesI keep that FN on me, 'cause they want meThey say they catch me they gon' do me dirtyTwo in my head like a Wall jerseySlept in the trenches roaches crawled on meAin't like no pictures 'cause my wall's dirtyHad a baby by a bitch who with other turfFor Booka do double life for my brother worthThey wanna see me die, they see my mother hurtWe don't fall out for no niggas, I put my brother firstI'ma take these Percies 'til my stomach burstI lost my cousin, made my stomach hurtAnd with this fame I kill any nigga wanna see Varney hurtPut my life on the line for niggas who don't put me firstMy young niggas go 7:30, these fuck niggas they tryna hurt meThis street shit we ain't worried, like shout out my brother BirdieWhen you can't call him bro, can we count up to our money, uh, uhMy niggas ain't bout that ra ra, they gon' do what they say they isOpps be all on my top, that .45 that's a lemon squeezeSee my brother tried to beast, they chapter threesI keep that FN on me, 'cause they want me[Booka600:]In my brothers I believe 'em, until the end I guarantee, yeahYou got my loyalty indeed, and a couple Glocks if you need themAnd we gon' stick to the procedure, you got my back and always evenWe just some vultures they can't seize us, we go to war for Four Six, uhOnly fan, yeah that's my legion, from the nine you can catch this etherWatch the bullets catch and watch their soul leave 'emAy boo, they called us creatures, bro they tweakin'They play with me I leave 'em, got some feeders[Lil Durk:]My young niggas go 7:30, these fuck niggas they tryna hurt meThis street shit we ain't worried, like shout out my brother BirdieWhen you can't call him bro, can we count up to our money, uh, uhMy niggas ain't bout that ra ra, they gon' do what they say they isOpps be all on my top, that .45, that's a lemon squeezeSee my brother tried to beast, they chapter threesI keep that FN on me, 'cause they want me