They Be Talkin’

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Niggas gon' die, they come with a diss (I know)
For that weed, she sucking dick (I know)
Catch a murder, self defense (I know)
Free my dawgs behind the fence (I know)
You around me, nigga, don't post no pic (I know)
They don't say his name, but I know they sick (I know)
Fuck what you is, we go off sets (I know)
That new Trackhawk, I got it matte (I know)
Your dawg had told, that shit a tech (I know)
He pillow talking, that's a tech (I know)
No internet, nigga, where you at? (I know)
He gon' get caught, then put up a check (I know)
Watch how you talk when you talking them racks (Nah)
We don't tolerate no disrespect (Nah)
I was in that field, I was off that Dex (Osama)
They'll take you out for a pint of red (Yes)
I know oldheads that still the feds (Yes)
We want the savages out the clan (Yes)
Nuski died, that wasn't the plan (Nah)
All that talk, but I know they fans (I know)

[Interlude: Lil Durk]
I know
Bitch, I know
Bitch, I know
Bitch, I know
Bitch, I

[Verse 2: King Von]
Where the thanks? Y'all ain't happy that we made y'all famous? (Y'all ain't?)
We smoking tookah, don't use Rugers, I think these Glocks more dangerous (Boom)
Most of the opps they really strangers, swear to God, can't name 'em (Can't name 'em)
They must've grew up in the burbs, you know that's out our ranges (That's out our range)
And all them niggas told on Rage, I'm like, "This shit outrageous" (This shit outrageous)
Lil' bro ain't know what he was doing, shit, he was just a baby (He's just a baby)
See, where I'm from, they pass out guns and they don't pass out bundles (Nah)
And where I'm from, you got that sack, you better run, don't fumble
The first nigga that I popped was tall like Mutombo (Real tall)
Even though I know how to box, this ain't no Royal Rumble (Not at all)
Call his homie ass John Cena, he thought I didn't see him (What?)
I upped this Glock then rocked his boat, now RIP Aaliyah (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
A faithful man, but all these prints, I'm looking like a cheetah
I'm up to bat, King Von up next, I think I'm Derek Jeter (Derek Jeter)
You miss your homie, talking crazy, well you finna meet him (Finna meet him)
The jeweler man a stupid man, I put him in the reefer, uh
Credit cards and Visas, uh
Swipe soon as I meet her, uh
Ape shit, Ceasar, uh
Hop out, beat her, uh
Late night creeping (What?)
Crumb pack stinking (What?)
What was he thinking? (What?)
Police chase, leave 'em (Vroom)

[Outro: Lil Durk]
I know
I know
I know
I know
I know they be talkin', I know
I know they be flodgin', I know