Lil Durk, King Von - Down Me lyrics

(Ant Chamberlain, that's a hundred points)
(It's Budda Beats)

Niggas tryna down me who I grew up with
Bitches tryna down me,  bitch
Don't do that shit
Just don't play with me
'cause they gon' kill
No matter who you with
I be with all the killers in my city
No matter who you get
Yeah, everybody points, no matter who you get
Please don't play with Durkio 'cause you
Will get your Tooka hit better hide your ho
Just don't get caught inside that Uber shit
I'm too big to rap about my opps
That's just the mood I'm in
Last nigga play with Nuski name
I bet he won't do it again
It's not six to twenty-four no more
It's more like thirty-six
I done took some L's, broke as hell
Kissin' all the thots
I done turned up, got myself a check
Richer than all the opps

First day out, I'm smokin' Tooka
I'm feelin' all the drops (All the drops)
Second day out, I got a Glock
I'm hittin' all them blocks
(All them blocks, nigga)
Third day out, I'm tired of fuckin'
I hit all the thots
Niggas callin', talkin' 'bout my brother
You into it with all of us
Boy, I don't give a fuck
What you sayin', nigga, pull up
Heard he found out where the fuck we stay
He still ain't do nothin'
Big shottas got a Glock and a K
You niggas poo-puttin'
Fuck you got your gun license for?
You ain't gon' shoot nothin'
All my niggas killers, when it's time
You won't know who comin'
Duke and Muwop shoot somethin'
Got two fifties, they one hundred
(Boom) i been waitin' at this nigga
Crib since like two somethin'
Fuck it, first nigga out that door
He got a suit comin'

I'm a savage from the 'Raq (yeah)
Plus I dyed my dreads
Last nigga played about that shit
Foenem fried his ass
Who you say you killed, nigga? yeah
You lied again
I'ma get on your ass, but Von worser
That's the badder twin

Yeah, and if we miss
Then we gon' slide again (Slide again)
You die, the doctor bring you back to life
We kill your ass again
And he ain't got nobody else to call
We done killed all his friends
We spinned the bend, the nigga looked just
Like him, so we killed his twin, uh
Got me slidin' on the opps
(Got me slidin' on the opps)
I'ma shoot, if you ain't shootin'
You get shot (You be dyin')
I got a cooler on the Ruger when it's hot
Lil' nigga dissin' me and now
We shootin' up his block
(Boom boom, boom boom)