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?' (Lets 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), Im in the Bentley coupe (Yeah)
Money bussin 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 spaz when he out the roof (Lets get it )
Lil foenem be Ted, put on that mask, turn to Hannibal (Out of here)
Come run up your blick like you on that, they gon challenge you
I cant even cap, I had that MAC, I held a lot of tool (Ayy, Durk, where your bitch ass at?)
Im on the Lam, nigga (Bet)
Slide through, bitch, I shoot and drive too (Lets get it)
Why you namin him like he could save you? Bitch, he high too
Why you keep on bringin up the 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)
OBlock my chain, I left Icebox and I went right back (Bling, baow)
That nigga pussy, when he by his self, nah, he aint like that (Nah, nah)
I keep a forty (Boom)
Who you got? Why you talking bout all them bodies?
Who you shot? Where you at? Why you talking bout you gon rob me? (Where you at?)
If its 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)
Booka man smokin on that Tooka man, for sure (Booka man smokin on that)
You a stupid man, you thinkin Ima oop, my man, is you slow? (Yeah, yeah)
I dont know who you is, boy, Im chargin thirty for a show
Send it, greenlight, its a go
And I gotta get it with my pole
[Verse 4: Lil Durk]
Ayy, why the **** you callin back, boy?
Im in your cut, nigga (Grrah)
He call my phone like he my mans, you know its up with us ( Lets get it)
Foe and em 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]
Oh man, yall just kill my mans, man
So? **** him, bitch
His ass with Tooka anyway, damn
Dead niggas
300, OBlock shit
600 shit, bitch
Gang, OTF
Yeah
Ayy, when they, that shit be funny Tee, when they ass be tweakin and shit
You get right on a nigga ass