Let Me Kno Sum (Champ) lyrics

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Woo
Yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Why you steady lying to these b*tches like I f*cked you?
Solitaire diamonds in my ear look like some mushrooms (Yeah)
Why you turn your back when I was down? Now I can't trust you
Tried to shut a door on Durkio, I had to bust 'em
I done put baguetties in my face, I got it custom (Yeah)
Got a b*tch who boujee, I be treating her like she nothing (Yeah)
At the red light playing Toosii, got the Glock and I be clutching
Prolly put my b*tch in Gucci, I be spending all this money (Money)
Being into it with us, I dare a n*gga to try to post up
Put that gun down, why you talking? n*gga, smoke sum' (Rahh)
Fan ass n*ggas come around and try to post up (Post up)
You ain't from the trenches, you ain't post up by that store front (Storе front)

[Verse 2: King Von]
Von
b*tch, I be with them n*ggas that's gon' blow sum' (Boom, boom)
Lil' n*gga acting like hе dumb, I make him know sum'
I got so many hoes on me, I'm having foursomes (I'm having four)
f*ck 'em on the sofa, playing b*tches, Love Sosa (Gang, gang)
I'm a grimey n*gga, that's just how I gotta be
n*ggas see me shinin', now they prolly think about robbin' me (What? Huh, huh?)
n*gga think about robbin' me (Huh? Huh?)
Then he gon' be where God gon' be (Boom)
Because I keep that Glock in reach (Boom, boom)
Don't gotta think, just c*ck it, bang (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
I'm a real n*gga (Yeah), I walk through that mud like a champ
Boy, I kill n*ggas (Yeah)
I be in your club with a strap, banana peel n*ggas (Huh? Huh?)
Bullets hit his head, tear off his scalp, I'm having field with 'em
You want some of this, then we can match
[Open Verse]