They Be Talkin’ lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
n*ggas gon' die, they come with a diss (I know)
For that weed, she sucking di*k (I know)
Catch a murder, self defense (I know)
Free my dawgs behind the fence (I know)
You around me, n*gga, don't post no pic (I know)
They don't say his name, but I know they sick (I know)
f*ck what you is, we go off sets (I know)
That new Trackhawk, I got it matte (I know)
Your dawg had told, that sh*t a tech (I know)
He pillow talking, that's a tech (I know)
No internet, n*gga, where you at? (I know)
He gon' get caught, they put up a check (I know)
Watch how you talk when you talking to Rex (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: King Von]
I know
b*tch, I know
b*tch, I know
b*tch, I know
b*tch, 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 Tooka, 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 n*ggas told on Rage, I'm like, "This sh*t outrageous" (This sh*t outrageous)
Lil' bro ain't know what he was doing, sh*t, 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 n*gga 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 R.I.P. 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 sh*t, Ceasar, uh
Harpo, beat her, uh
Late night creeping (What?)
Krump 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