Chris Brickley , Lil Durk - Ikea Rug lyrics
Lil Durk [Durk Derrick Banks] Smurk [Chicago, Illinois, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[Chris Brickley , Lil Durk - Ikea Rug lyrics]
(AyeTM)
Told my brother, "You catch that
Nigga who did it, i'll give you the ransom"
Told that bitch to bring her
Friends, I bring my friends
We link in Atlanta
Hope lil' bro gon' beat his case
They don't really see that shit on camera
You gotta worry 'bout who got the up first
'cause my cousin died with his hammer (yeah)
Only reason opps got all that shit
They fuckin' with them scammers
He just hit a lick in
Miami for all them bricks, he Montana
Where I'm from, we go off body counts
We don't go off bandanas
I done gave 'em all 'em
Guns and drugs, bitch, i think I'm Santa
All I see, a real nigga in the mirror
All I see, a lot of robbers and some killers
All I see, a bunch of real-ass niggas
All I see, a bunch of
Killers, bunch of killers, nigga
(yeah, yeah) false flaggin'
Throwin' up different gangs and shit
Hope when they get caught
Them niggas never bring up names and shit
Open cases
Hangin' 'round 'em killers known as dangerous
That's the only thing I hate that's
Comin' with this fame and shit
That's lame as shit
Summertime, I be fuckin' all these thotties
You can't deny these niggas
Claimin' all the bodies
I can't lie, if I go broke
I'm catchin' a robbery
They askin' why, but I can never give apology
Slow down, better watch that boy, he low down
And I heard that he be shootin'
Two-three switches when it go down
He used to walk around with a paint gun
I'm happy that he pro now
Suckin' dick like she a pro now, but
I told that bitch slow down, she a low down
I record with a Off White mat from IKEA
Paranoid, we just gon' ride around
'til we see 'em
Tug of war, these niggas tryna steal ideas
Check the score, them niggas cryin'
All on my DM, yeah
Told my brother, "You catch that
Nigga who did it, i'll give you the ransom"
Told that bitch to bring her
Friends, I bring my friends
We link in Atlanta
Hope lil' bro gon' beat his case
They don't really see that shit on camera
You gotta worry 'bout who got the up first
'cause my cousin died with his hammer (yeah)
Only reason opps got all that shit
They fuckin' with them scammers
He just hit a lick in
Miami for all them bricks, he Montana
Where I'm from, we go off body counts
We don't go off bandanas
I done gave 'em all 'em
Guns and drugs, bitch, i think I'm Santa
All I see, a real nigga in the mirror
All I see, a lot of robbers and some killers
All I see, a bunch of real-ass niggas
All I see, a bunch of
Killers, bunch of killers, nigga
(yeah, yeah) false flaggin'
Throwin' up different gangs and shit
Hope when they get caught
Them niggas never bring up names and shit
Open cases
Hangin' 'round 'em killers known as dangerous
That's the only thing I hate that's
Comin' with this fame and shit
That's lame as shit
Summertime, I be fuckin' all these thotties
You can't deny these niggas
Claimin' all the bodies
I can't lie, if I go broke
I'm catchin' a robbery
They askin' why, but I can never give apology
Slow down, better watch that boy, he low down
And I heard that he be shootin'
Two-three switches when it go down
He used to walk around with a paint gun
I'm happy that he pro now
Suckin' dick like she a pro now, but
I told that bitch slow down, she a low down
I record with a Off White mat from IKEA
Paranoid, we just gon' ride around
'til we see 'em
Tug of war, these niggas tryna steal ideas
Check the score, them niggas cryin'
All on my DM, yeah