[Intro: Lil Durk]
Yeah, gang
(DJ Bandz, oh, man)
Ain't gon' lie, we in this bitch deep as hell
Switches and Dracs
Yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Man, that shit I said 'bout dude, I ain't write that, they ain't like that
Man, them 7.62s all to his face and he can't fight that
Niggas talkin' 'bout who they killed in here, psh, man, where my pipe at?
Ain't gon' lie, I don't need no cash, it take two Percs to get your life snatched, I'm a gangsta

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
You can't name a **** from the other side ain't died yet
I ain't takin' threats, the man that killed your mans ain't died yet
Foenem take your shit, I cannot argue with 'em, buy it back
Since you woofin' like you killin', grab your gun and slide back

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
Been MIA, I just got back, jet from Dubai to Memphis Tenn'
Lil A cray-cray, call him, "Beyblade," pull the string and watch 'em spin
Ain't no comin' back from shit, I'm not the type to make amends
Penthouse suite or TSA, the only place I'm checkin' in
Didn't get you here but got your man, I heard they pulled a triple spin
Let's celebrate and crack a eighth, I'm on that Wock' with Trip again
I'm still stuck on what you said, what the fuck you mean you scared?
Since they can't keep me off their mind, I'm tryna put one in their head
First it was our beef, now you talking 'bout it's my beef
They playin' both sides, lil' bro keep them folks from 'round me
ATF, been hittin' the block, like every day, tryna sweep somethin'
OTF, stand on their business, I let Zoo put on my buttons

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
You can't name a **** from the other side ain't died yet
I ain't takin' threats, the man that killed your mans ain't died yet
Foe'nem take your shit, I cannot argue with 'em, buy it back
Since you woofin' like you killin', grab your gun and slide back

[Verse 3: EST Gee]
Gotti gave me seven-fifty, I ain't get fresh, I went bought straps
How much cash they got for Gee? Tell 'em, "We gon' triple that"
Finessed the grower, told 'em, "I ain't like it," he said, "Send it back"
All my brothers' case dismissed, we got a lawyer, nigga, we don't rat
Boy, your life don't cost a 'Vette, all that woofin' on the 'net
Tell your big brother he next, trappin' fentanyl out a 'Cat
My big bro had told me, "Chill and rap," I'm like, "Fuck all that"
Niggas want that smoke until their lungs collapsed, I turn my hood Iraq
Every nine , we got-got switches on it with a drum attached
Ask the last nigga, try turn to a jet, ain't no outrunnin' that
Rep like they killed Red, what I do? Flew to the crib
And spin again and spin again and spin again 'til somethin' dead

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