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[Intro: Lil Durk] DY Krazy Yeah Turn it up some Damn, damn, damn, damn, yeah [Verse 1: Lil Durk] Why you not buying no pints no more? Shootouts, we don't fight no more Why you not rocking your ice no more? I don't wear my clothes twice no more Why you don't carry your pipe no more? She say I don't fuck her twice no more Why you don't fuck up them racks no more? Why you not copping them pounds no more? I don't even think about dying no more Why that chain don't shine no more? Why you don't be with the fam no more? Why you niggas don't slide no more? Me and the streets compatible AP flooded radical Gucci, Chanel, I buy the two Don't sip green 'cause that won't do Woo, woo, tired of you Woo, woo, Bentley coupe Woo, woo, taxin' you Woo, woo, lie to who? Groupies Killers turned to groupies Robbers turned to groupies All this shit is goofy This shit like a movie (Yeah) Mikey, Ikey shoot 'em (Boom) Yeah, I know niggas tooted, ooted I don't know how you could do it, ooh (Yeah) You play with me, you disappear, poof These Perkies got me skinny Every day niggas dyin' like Kenny Self-park when I park that Bentley Killers like Santa Claus, come through your chimney Fuck from the back and I pull on your Remy, yeah Kicked her out like, "Lord, forgive me" [Chorus: Lil Durk & Key Glock] Woo, woo, woo, woo Woo, woo, woo, woo Woo, woo, woo, woo Woo, woo, woo, woo (Yeah) [Verse 2: Key Glock] Woo, quarter million dollar coupe Woo, yeah, I just lost the roof, uh Woo, bitch, I like my money blue Woo, ballin' like I go to Duke, uh, shoot Bitch, I'm straight for Memphis I keep extensions with me These hoes, they ain't worth a penny But we still pimpin' bitches Cashed out, bitch, my shit ain't rented I'm sliding foreign tinted With a couple killers in it We four deep, ain't too many Yeah, bitch, you know the business We on the road to riches Yeah, bitch, you know the business We gettin' a lot of digits (Racks) Young nigga with plenty (Woo) Money and ammunition New baguettes with no pendant Every chain cost a fifty (Woo) [Chorus: Lil Durk & Key Glock] Woo, woo, woo, woo Woo, woo, woo, woo Woo, woo, woo, woo Woo, woo, woo, woo Woo, woo, woo, woo Woo, woo, woo, woo Woo, woo, woo, woo (Yeah)
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