Out the Roof

[Intro: Lil Durk]
I hang wit' murderers
I hang wit'
I hang wit', ayy, bitch
And I hang with murderers for sure
I can send 'em to...
(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it)

[Verse 1: Booka600 & Lil Durk]
We done put some cash on their head, foenem like, "Where to shoot?" (Let's get it, yeah)
Thirty in this mag and I blow that bitch just like a flute (Like a flute)
Pull up with a bad little bitch (Yeah, yeah), I'm in the Bentley coupe (Yeah)
Money bustin' out the stash, had to take the load up out the room (Man, what?)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Lil' bro on your ass, then he spazz when he out the roof (Let's get it)
Lil' foenem be T'd, put on that mask, turn to Hannibal (Out of here)
Come run, up your blick like you on that, they gon' challenge you
I can't even cap, I had that MAC, I held it louder too (Ayy, Durk, where your bitch ass at?)
I'm on the Lam', nigga (Bet)
Slide through, bitch, I shoot and drive too (Let's get it)
Why you namin' him like he could save you? Bitch, he hide too
Why you keep on bringin' up them murders that your guys do? (Bitch)
Why you keep on postin' up them guns that your guys shoot? (Gang, gang, gang)

[Verse 3: King Von & Booka600]
Von
Niggas always woofin' like they like that (Huh? Huh?)
Tryna ride my wave, that nigga drown, he need a life vest (Drown, drown, drown)
O'Block my chain, I left Icebox and I went right back (Bling, baow)
That nigga pussy, when he by hisself, nah, he ain't like that (Nah, nah)
I keep a fully (Boom)
Who you got? Why you talking 'bout all them bodies? (Why?)
Who you shot? Where you at? Why you talking 'bout you gon' rob me? (Who? What? Where you at?)
If it's that, where you at? Steady actin' like he cocky (Actin' like he cocky)
I got out of jail and got a mill' and took off like a rocket (Boom, boom)
Bookaman smokin' on that Tooka man, for sure (Bookaman smokin' on that)
You a stupid man, you thinkin' I'ma oop my mans, you slow (Yeah, yeah)
I don't know who you is, boy, I'm chargin' thirty for a show
Send it, greenlight, it's a go
And I gotta get in with my pole

[Verse 4: Lil Durk]
Ayy, why the fuck you callin' back, boy?
I'm in your cut, nigga (Grrah)
He call my phone like he my mans, you know it's up with us (Let's get it)
Foenem Houdini, magic trick, they turn you blunts, nigga (They turn you blunts)
He tryna get up, like he dyin' like that one nigga (Man, what?)

[Outro: Lil Durk]
Come on, man, y'all just killed my mans, man
So? Fuck him, bitch
His ass was tweakin' anyway, damn
Dead niggas
300, O'Block shit
600 shit, bitch
Gang, OTF
Yeah
Ayy, when they, that shit be funny as hell when they ass be tweakin' and shit
You get right on they ass