Counterfeit lyrics

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Got Doe Boy in this b*tch with me
This n*gga got a f*ckin' Glock-30 and an FN
He know with this hustle in this motherf*cker man
'Cause you know we don't even trust nobody
Not even the engineer you know

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Doe Boy shoot him in his head when it all boils down
Say my name in a diss song, they knock your door down
And I take so many drugs that it's in my pores now
Talking down on the gang, gotta change the score now
We not with phony sh*t, we not with that brodie sh*t
We not with that homie sh*t, we not with that fake sh*t
Last n*gga tried to fake it, he ain't make it
Last n*gga tried to fake it, he ain't make it, yeah yeah

[Verse 1: Doe Boy]
If Durk don't like you I don't like you, heads off to my opps
Me and Johnny twin shooters, his Glock's my Glock
n*ggas makin' diss songs 'til they body get dropped
Slide on 'em, it's gon' look like it went through a chop shop
Gettin' money, I want more, even more money than before
If I don't get these millions n*gga I'ma rock the whole floor
I don't do the arguing 'cause I don't got no patience
The opps dropping statements, we dropping locations
n*ggas wanna diss me now 'cause I made it
But I ain't hear a diss song 'fore I was famous
They must think I'm pus*y now 'cause I made it
Only difference now, I'm not the shooter that's aiming
All these n*ggas with me, they gon' kill for me
And I been beefin' with some n*ggas up the hill from me
Yeah yeah, f*ck rappin', b*tch it's still on me
He gon' keep sneak dissing 'til we kill homie
[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Doe Boy shoot him in his head when it all boils down
Say my name in a diss song, they knock your door down
And I take so many drugs that it's in my pores now
Talking down on the gang, gotta change the score now
We not with phony sh*t, we not with that brodie sh*t
We not with that homie sh*t, we not with that fake sh*t
Last n*gga tried to fake it, he ain't make it
Last n*gga tried to fake it, he ain't make it, yeah yeah

[Verse 2: Doe Boy]
And if we catch you out in traffic, my n*gga that's where we leave 'em
Talkin' all that G sh*t, n*gga I don't believe 'em
I don't f*ck with these n*ggas, I promise you I don't need 'em
You better watch your shooters, they shoot you when you don't feed 'em
I'ma tell it how it is, my n*gga I ain't gon' flex to you
That n*gga next to you will leave your brains next to you
I got n*ggas down for life and sh*t for taking lives and sh*t
f*ck the opps who got dropped and f*ck who else don't like the sh*t
A hundred bands, a hundred guns, n*ggas talking like it's beef
I'll have 'em throw you in a trunk and tell 'em bring your ass to me
You was howlin' on my name, yeah that's what them goons was lurkin' for
I gotta kill you by myself 'cause this sh*t personal
This between me and you when you said you want who
The difference is you down when I say I want you
You ain't got enough clout n*gga, what you gon' do?
The goofy got shot 'cause he thought I wouldn't shoot, yeah yeah
[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Doe Boy shoot him in his head when it all boils down
Say my name in a diss song, they knock your door down
And I take so many drugs that it's in my pores now
Talking down on the gang, gotta change the score now
We not with phony sh*t, we not with that brodie sh*t
We not with that homie sh*t, we not with that fake sh*t
Last n*gga tried to fake it, he ain't make it
Last n*gga tried to fake it, he ain't make it, yeah yeah

[Outro: Doe Boy]
No worries