[Intro]
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(Turn Me Up Josh)
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(Young Cutta run it up)
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[Verse 1]
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I be with demons, and yeah, I admit it
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Get too high, got to flush my kidneys
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Niggas be hoes, gotta mind my business
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Call from the feds, theyll run up your minutes
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Watch these hoes, theyll do it for image
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Fuck four hoes, tryna turn me to stripper
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I dont trust niggas, so I ride with my nickel
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Crushed up faces, bustdown emerald
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Cant trust twice cause it aint that simple
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Ten toes down, Ill ride for my niggas
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When you ride through the ‘Raq, gotta look at it through mirrors
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He got caught cause I know he didnt
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You know damn well you cant duck them switches
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You gotta shoot for it cause that bitch be glitchy
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I miss my dawg, gotta stay out my feelings
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Miss my dawg, gotta stay out my, yeah
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Love my block and I love my city, we call hoes eats
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Wake up late, mouth 50K, better brush your teeth
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Ima say no when the nigga ask, I know he a leech
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Contract with the label, bitch, Im able, Im signed to the streets
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We aint no goofies and I told Doody them pills be havin me nervous
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Nigga had shot my brother, when it come to the money, my shorty be constantly purgin
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Fuck my opps, we on his ass, catch em, blast, nobody nervous
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We on his ass, aint no pass, foenem do him dirty
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Im with the killers and I be comfortable round them gangsters
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Im with the robbers and I be comfortable round them gangsters
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I give him a thirty, he pop out the car, he gettin too anxious
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Wont give him no X when he got his gat cause shorty too dangerous
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[Chorus]
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And you cant run when we shoot
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You cant run when we shoot
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You cant run when we shoot
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And you cant run when we shoot
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[Verse 2]
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You better not slip, you better not trip
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Come out the cut and blick
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Them hoes left quick when I wasnt lit
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Now them hoes be on my dick
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Im from the Lam, fuck 63rd, but that dont go for Hyp
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Ima get that Lam truck blue for sixty days, that shit for Nip
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And I dont even cheat on my bitch
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Them bitches be tweetin like, “Lil Durk be cheatin,” like bitches dont be on my dick
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Why you be sneakin and dissin and pillowin-talkin when you with a bitch?
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It be the niggas I used to call brother, I call em and tell em, “Lets get it”
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Better ride with your blick, yeah
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[Chorus]
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And you cant run when we shoot
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You cant run when we shoot
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You cant run when we shoot
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And you cant run when we shoot
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And you cant run when we shoot
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You cant run when we shoot
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You cant run when we shoot
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And you cant run when we shoot
