Kuttem Reese, Lil Durk - No Statements lyrics

Ayy, ayy
Look, we ain't getting on no live, nigga
We ain't sending out no threats, nigga,  look
Who the fuck is KuttemReese?
Who the fuck is that? (Who is that?)
Mm-mm, mm-mm mm-mm, mm-mm
I'm finna show you right here
I'm finna show you right here look

We ain't sending out no texts, nigga
(No we not)
We ain't getting on no live talking
'bout beef and sending out threats, nigga
(Shh) all yo' niggas crashin', follow the
Blind and you crash next, nigga
(Okay) baby Joker gone, that Ace of
Spades come out his debt, nigga
(Ayy)
Every time I come, I come direct, nigga
Get your aim right
He let out sixty-two shots, in five attempts
Must ain't aim right? I wasn’t even dead
You missed your target and I
Was in plain sight plain car
Everybody get laced up and
Get them things right (Come on, come on)
Fuck the red and blue lights
We still gon' slide
We doing it the same night
(Right now, right now)
I just got the drop, yeah, after this light
Just make the same right (Bro, c'mon)
Stretcher gang, she must say I'll scrap
Know she a dead dyke
You sent your stepper and
Guess what happened?
That nigga lost his damn life i got 'em hot
I know he mad I got 'em out his element
He IG Live talkin' paperwork
But he ain't got no evidence (Cop, cop)
How the fuck I'ma rapper and
Be KuttEm Reese if
I'm supposed to be on that telling shit?
I would've caught a flight
And went with 6ix9ine
If I was on that federal shit (Stupid)
Y'all ain't really care about y'all nigga
Y'all just made him shirts
Like the other side, them
Boys ain't never slide
I know they family hurt (Damn)
I'm runnin with them Z's, but you know me
I grew up in church
This for that nigga screamin'
"Pressure" 'til he in the dirt
For that nigga screamin'
"Pressure" 'til he in the dirt
Rah rah, CKN, bitch

Smurk
Huh, I'm with real gang members in this bitch
Right now, real killers for real, bro
You know? (Gang, gang, gang)

Get on niggas asses, you
Fuck with them niggas
We don't give out passes
Them niggas was bragging
Get on they ass and turnt they brothers ashes
(Grrra)
Dissing me ain't safe, this shit for real
My shit gon' come with caskets (Facts)
I hang with some takers, they ain't with me
If you catch them niggas asking (Man what?)
Lil' bro give headshots for real
Calm bro down, he off two pills (Oh yeah)
Slide on opps, bro got the wheel
Black box on that Glock for real (Gang)
Roll my dawg two Glocks for real
Dude ass head got shot and lived
I don't let hoes come to the crib
For the cash they'll drop yo' lo' for real
I'm a gangsta, shit, I'm a Chiraq baby
What's this like? It's like Iraq, baby
You ain't a ho, I know you like that, baby
That high-speed in that Hellcat crazy
Why you playin'? Ain't no Glock on safety
Switch his tush, that top go crazy
Lil' bro treat that Glock like Brady
Drugs and lean, I'm too sedated
What red light? I'm not Toosii, baby
We don't stop at those, you crazy?
I just paid my dawg his bond
I just paid my lawyer eighty
Like, wait, bro, you gotta pause for this
Ayy, bitch, take off your drawers for this
Ayy, snitch, what you gon' call this shit?
I'm rich, free all my dawgs again
Let's get it yeah, mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm mm, mm, mm
Mm mm, mm, mm
Know you hear them chains
Clickin' in this motherfucker
Gang, gang, gang