[ Featuring Lil Durk ]
(D-D-DJ FMCT)
I'm just glad I'm still alive, 'cause you don't make it out that mud
I went to high school and the hunters, I had to risk it on the bus
Tried to take a case as juvenile, they ain't charge me as an adult
Havin' raw sex with a hood bitch, you be dischargin' for sure
You start to Google shit and search the pics and hope ain't nothin' wrong
I had to get check stubs made, I ain't have a job to get a loan
My lil' daughter doin' them hip pics, she be actin' like she grown
He ain't' fake, tryna get that time back, he ain't worried 'bout no phone
I ain't worried 'bout nobody, that money come, oh-oh
I'ma tell him, "No," if ain't five-hundred a show
All the killers they listen to me, they come to all of my shows
All of the bitches wanna f*ck Smurk, they come to all of my shows
Yeah, you can't be pullin' over, I got fentanyl in the car
He got all his bread on him, he in the trenches with the Za
He got robbers layin' on him, 'cause he ain't connected with the mob
If you put your hands on me, you'll be dancin' with the stars
I feel I'm too deep in this, I'm tryna start a business
They sent pounds to my sister crib
My baby sister think she too grown, she sneakin' niggas in
And Kay I still got love for you
But that ain't my baby, sis, so please don't never say it again
All my shit, I'm tryna cross my Ts and dot my Is
Shoppin' when I land, 'cause I couldn't buy no clothes, but look at now
I was fourteen, lookin' at the killers, RondoNumbaNine
Wanted to be just like my daddy, trappin' hard and sellin' rocks, yeah
Why you say you solid? I knew you was lyin'
I kept it a hunnid from the start, I wasn't tryin'
He fightin' a fed case, but I'm rich, so he a flight risk
I miss my big brother, but he died, I feel like cryin'
Touch me, you viral, neck look like agua
Yeah, I'm a real street nigga, I die 'bout my partners
Touch me, you viral, neck look like agua
Yeah, I'm a real street nigga, I die 'bout my partners
I ain't worried 'bout nobody, that money come, oh-oh
I'ma tell him, "No," if ain't five-hundred a show
All the killers they listen to me, they come to all of my shows
All of the bitches wanna f*ck Smurk, they come to all of my shows
Yeah, you can't be pullin' over, I got fentanyl in the car
He got all his bread on him, he in the trenches with the Za
He got robbers layin' on him, 'cause he ain't connected with the mob
If you put your hands on me, you'll be dancin' with the stars
My old house used to flood, now my new house it got two kitchens in it
Send a bitch to get her ass done, she walk around this bitch different
I done seen a nigga nose runnin', he was sniffin' coke from a bitch titty
Granny sat me on the stove, had a new Glock with a new fifty
Rappers gettin' they chains took and they'll buy it back for two-fifty
Told the bitch she can kiss me all on my neck, but, baby, I don't do hickeys
How you call me your brother but you walk around tellin' I don't do business
I told her I'm a Rockstar, I ain't got no feelings
I'm not dishonest, snitch took McDonalds
Addy water in my bottle, Gucci my googles, Pucci or argue
Headshots, go viral, headshots, go viral, headshots, go viral
Yeah, I ain't worried 'bout nobody, that money comin' in, oh-oh
I'ma tell him, "No," if ain't five-hundred a show
All the killers they listen to me, they come to all of my shows
All of the bitches wanna f*ck Smurk, they come to all of my shows
