[Hook]
You f*ck around get smoked
You f*ck around, you f*ck around, you f*ck around, get smoked, n*gga
You f*ck around get smoked
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Uh!
n*ggas know the rules in my hood:
If you touch me, you get murked
We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when you in the Church
Momma stressing, selling dinner platers, tryna get your casket, And get ya hearse
Last n*gga that slid on us, got dropped on it, he told on us
Every n*gga you see with me got ice on 'em, bank rolls on us
Naw, n*gga no 1 on 1's we don't fight fair, we just roll on 'em
V-S stones and cuban links, all that ice wear, with that gold on 'em
We ain't swinging no flag, n*gga
We ain't need no pass, n*gga
Glock 40 with a 30 clip and laser on it, play tag with us
Everybody wanna talk bricks, 'till them feds
Swoop in and grab n*ggas
Dream chasers got into something
We don't never blink cause we trash n*ggas
I don't know if y'all heard about
What my homie do with that 30 out
Deen Buck still in the cut and state fittin' to let Ernie out
I ain't even gotta say nothin'
'Bout that other homie, that you heard about
Cause, if he heard about, that you run your mouth
He come to your house and start swervin' out
Catch me N-Y-C, out Shadyville, I'm in the tank
Only time its Manhattan, when I'm in the booth, or I'm in the bank
Summertime in La Marina, with Dominicans, going in the paint
Pullin' up, screamin' "Eh, Dimelo'!?"
Catch you in Brooklyn, get pita-rolled, pus*y!
[Hook]
[Verse 2: LL-X]
Heeeey you f*ck around get smoke, (f*ck) f*ck around get smoke (f*ck)
The last n*ggas who dissed me got'em asses get smoked
(f*ck) push ya'll digs on the spot, (f*ck) did yall heard whatchall spok (f*ck)
Your rumble game is on the rubberband, we Got hundred grams over stock
They said, who da f*ck is lil durk, men this durk is my lil'
So who's me, who's you, who's da ones wit da molly
Im a LION I don't f*ck wit TIGERS
I ain't a liar Im so f*ckin' higher
No copy b*tch, my cow pee sh*t we ride 'em you're a biker
No No repetition, DK I rep' this nation, Got a easy fashion
Wit’ no hesitation, On this crazy session that’s a dedication
Im the first king you're the last queen
All my furthered things aren't pass da ring
Before you spit sh*t, know who you disrespecting
Before you dive in it, learn how this fishes shakin' it
How this diss making this, noise sh*t b*tch make kings
'Cuz we do kings, cook kings, shut your mouth and look kings
They can't see a n*gga who about to go
(durk) Tell 'em don't waste my time
Just clean you career don't clean no guns
Boy don't waste you rhymes
Now your time's priceless, your rhyme's crime'less
They just wanna taste over your mine
Just keep flying, you grow on ‘em
Your hits buyin' and hold on ‘em
Them weed strong, don't (roll on ‘em)
Yo, Them weed strong, don't roll on ‘em
Only b*tches fryin' fake hoes on ‘em
Over those on ‘em, false on ‘em, them pinky sh*t we stole on ‘em
If you f*ckin' wit' lil durk, man you f*ckin' wit me
No time over game, let him stuck it wit me
Mother f*cker let em try to do thuggin' wit me
Im From the mother, your land knows how you suckin' to be
LA red bloods doesn't runnin' your veins
Be honest where ya'll from, ya'll don't born wit no hands
'Cuz when I C ICE CUBE, T, Snoop and DRE
Outlaws G, Schoolboy Q
CSD, TDE, Be REAL like CASSEY V
XZibit, E40,Tiny Lil Eazy E
Ezy be easy say rest in peace EAZY E
Thats a only motherf*cker what Im able to Do?
No this sh*t is in me yea my level is Good
Said you know LIL REESE, KEEF, BOOSIE
So why your CD, See lose it
You jesus pieces See shusi
'Cuz aftermath just been busy
Your songs are so DC, no hoodie no more
Do beef wit my cousin she's so hot, she go hard
sh*t in your Jacuzzi is so hard
Game you don't stunt on these b*tches
Signing cash money joining Young Money just to stunt in these b*tches
Run in these b*tches, crunk in these b*tches, gettin' nun in these b*tches
You chop on 'em b*tches, breaking dance, an you funky these b*tches
Make a rain, you make fun in these b*tches
Where is your money, show us da money
They just shinin’ and stackin’ to the bank
Supa savage lakin’ on the bang
300 before 3 thousands n*gga 3 letters and take it to the rank
So I back to the flow, retarder
U O LA everything
Ya'll not worthy been born there and ya'll tatooes say anything
DMX had you no shame, The LAX goddamn
Do U what U DO but DO not DO my man
Please tell em the true true
You ain't PYRU no TRUE BLUE
NO SOO WOO, who shoots you, you shoot who don't do boo
Beat your sh*t outta pus*y n*ggas, you beat any sh*t you're a game n*gga
Your gunz frayin' me, girls bayin' me
Sun-dayin' me, your funs gayin' me
Nun saying, turn layin' me
APRIL MAYing me, and JUNE paying me
Burn, Burn, let that sh*t Burn
Who the f*ck this Gucci b*tch and that Lui Vuitton
Alexander Jeans to the next center beams
We signed out to the streets, and the sexe chambers dreams
Hey lil durk, lil durk, lil durk, whats good
Im a bad GUNNAH but all my shoots good
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[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
(Yeah, Meek what up? Bang!
Oh, man in Chiraq!)
n*ggas say me and Sosa beefin' but we both eatin', but only one keepin'
Told Law he take 15 years, every crime we did we gon Keep It Secret
Can't tweet Teyana corporate n*gga lookin, so what I’m on I gotta keep it secret
That face no Stevie no Mimi, I promise Teyana that I won't leak it
Gripped the 30 just cashed out, if you caught stripping, then you assed out
I'm the same n*gga that my city asked about while you in the cut steady buying clout
f*ck the judge, let 9 out, hairpin trigger, let 9 out
Four birds in the trap like
4 wings at Harold’s with fries covered in mild sauce
Everytime a n*gga rap beef, get clapped up in a couple weeks
IG comments and a couple tweets, location on we can go and meet
Headshot, I'm outta town, I'm in Killadelphia with my n*gga Meek
Pop a wheelie in N-Y-C I got the 30 on with my n*gga, Flee
Heard Tyga sneak dissing on me, tell them thot b*tches I'm not right
Tyga only got one name but that n*gga ain't got one stripe
He backpack, so easy to get the n*gga sh*t snatched
Ask Marly Marl to get his sh*t back
In Chiraq, don't come here
You ain't from here? Don't come here!
Cause shorty snipin', bag on him if he don't like this
No Young Chop, that .40 bangs, just like him
30 punch like Tyson
Back to the rap flow, hot sh*t
f*ck I gotta rap for, got bricks
Every city I go, got sticks
Pockets Wells Fargo, no bricks
Say I'm on top now, no sh*t
You can never say I, wife sh*t
I don't even like sh*t
I just pipe sh*t
One night sh*t
LA with killas and thuggers
New York SlowBucks them my brothers
A-T-L with Migos and Young Thugger
We gonna shoot sh*t up in public
And they gotta urge to take
Chiraq, look at the murder rate
500 dead bodies, better go and get money 'fore you be on first 48
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