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lil durk - 500 homicides lyrics

[intro]
oh! these n-ggas ain’t gangstas
stay tryna take my lil homie off the streets huh
free ‘nine b-tch!
we still got real n-ggas out here (so everybody gangsta now huh?)
where you from n-gga?
free the guys man, you ain’t from where we from
i told my n-ggas we gon’ make it man
it’s a f-cking movement man
we a f-cking family, we ain’t a gang
otf (squad)

[verse 1]
these n-ggas is b-tches, getting info from b-tches
go and tell to the piggies
i’m tryna get riches, and stay on that business
free bro, n-ggas snitching
my case almost over, you lucky one pending
i put 2 in his lemon, this 4-5 a lemon
extended clip for his n-ggas
and he ain’t sh-t to his n-ggas
we don’t hesitate, from deedee and baybay 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
acg’s, free the guys shirt, and one pair of rocks
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 a first cl-ss ticket, united
300, o’block
murder murder, k!ll k!ll, in the jam i’ll never squeal
my label only time i deal
i f-ck with g’s, b’s, moes, kings, snakes, 4’s and the n-ggas under neal
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 n-ggas, and they ain’t never seen 20 years, oh
bro died when i was out of town, sh-t happened 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, b-tch go blaat, blaat, blaat!
i ain’t even gotta rap, (rap, rap) rex nem in the 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)
n-ggas know we the champ (champ, champ)
got n-ggas sneak dissin’, it ain’t rap
make a real n-gga gotta spit facts
got some n-ggas saying keep it only rap
that’s how these old n-ggas stay on the map
headshot, we ain’t getting into that
n-ggas tellin’ hands full of pens and pads
grab a pack, blood bleeding real bad
doin’ hit in a coupe, in a range, or an audi
f-ck a n-gga doubt me
all on my d-ck when they see me
knowing this b-tch wanna be me
h-ll yea you can die over a retweet
i’m grabbing my pole on mimi
i can’t see a n-gga like stevie
i won’t tell, i’ll take me a bg
let’s get it!
gang!

- lil durk lyrics

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