Lil Durk, King Von, Booka600 - Out the Roof lyrics
Lil Durk [Durk Derrick Banks] Smurk [Chicago, Illinois, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[Lil Durk, King Von, Booka600 - Out the Roof lyrics]
I hang wit' murderers i hang wit'
I hang wit', ayy, bitch
And I hang with murderers for sure
I can send 'em to
(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it)
We done put some cash on
Their head, foenem like, "Where to shoot?"
(Let's get it, yeah)
Thirty in this mag and I blow
That bitch just like a flute (Like a flute)
Pull up with a bad little bitch
(yeah, yeah)
I'm in the Bentley coupe (yeah)
Money bussin' out the stash
Had to take the load up out the room
(Man, what?)
Lil' bro on your ass
Then he spaz when he out the roof
(Let's get it)
Lil' foenem be T'ed, put on that mask
Turn to Hannibal (Out of here)
Come run up your blick like you on that
They gon' challenge you
I can't even cap, I had that MAC
I held a lot of tool
(Ayy, Durk, where your bitch ass at?)
I'm on the Lam', nigga (Bet)
Slide through, bitch, I shoot and drive too
(Let's get it) why you namin' him like he
Could save you? Bitch, he high too
Why you keep on bringin' up the
Murders that your guys do? (Bitch)
Why you keep on postin' up them
Guns that your guys shoot?
(Gang, gang, gang)
Von
Niggas always woofin' like they like that
(Huh? Huh?)
Tryna ride my wave, that nigga drown
He need a life vest (Drown, drown, drown)
O'Block my chain
I left Icebox and I went right back
(Bling, baow)
That nigga pussy, when he by his self, nah
He ain't like that (Nah, nah)
I keep a forty (Boom)
Who you got? Why you talking
'bout all them bodies?
Who you shot? Where you at? Why you
Talking 'bout you gon' rob me?
(Where you at?) if it's that
Where you at? Steady actin' like he cocky
(Actin' like he cocky)
I got out of jail and got a
Mill' and took off like a rocket
(Boom, boom)
Booka man smokin' on that Tooka man
For sure (Booka man smokin' on that)
You a stupid man, you thinkin'
I'ma oop, my man, is you slow?
(yeah, yeah) i don't know who you is, boy
I'm chargin' thirty for a show
Send it, greenlight, it's a go
And I gotta get it with my pole
Ayy, why the fuck you callin' back, boy?
I'm in your cut, nigga (Grrah)
He call my phone like he my mans
You know it's up with us (Let's get it)
Foe and 'em Houdini, magic trick
They turn you blunts, nigga
(They turn you blunts) he tryna get up
Like he dyin' like that one nigga
(Man, what?)
Oh man, y'all just kill my mans, man
So? Fuck him, bitch
His ass with Tooka anyway, damn dead niggas
300, O'Block shit 600 shit, bitch
Gang, OTF yeah
Ayy, when they that shit be funny Tee
When they ass be tweakin' and shit
You get right on a nigga ass
I hang wit', ayy, bitch
And I hang with murderers for sure
I can send 'em to
(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it)
We done put some cash on
Their head, foenem like, "Where to shoot?"
(Let's get it, yeah)
Thirty in this mag and I blow
That bitch just like a flute (Like a flute)
Pull up with a bad little bitch
(yeah, yeah)
I'm in the Bentley coupe (yeah)
Money bussin' out the stash
Had to take the load up out the room
(Man, what?)
Lil' bro on your ass
Then he spaz when he out the roof
(Let's get it)
Lil' foenem be T'ed, put on that mask
Turn to Hannibal (Out of here)
Come run up your blick like you on that
They gon' challenge you
I can't even cap, I had that MAC
I held a lot of tool
(Ayy, Durk, where your bitch ass at?)
I'm on the Lam', nigga (Bet)
Slide through, bitch, I shoot and drive too
(Let's get it) why you namin' him like he
Could save you? Bitch, he high too
Why you keep on bringin' up the
Murders that your guys do? (Bitch)
Why you keep on postin' up them
Guns that your guys shoot?
(Gang, gang, gang)
Von
Niggas always woofin' like they like that
(Huh? Huh?)
Tryna ride my wave, that nigga drown
He need a life vest (Drown, drown, drown)
O'Block my chain
I left Icebox and I went right back
(Bling, baow)
That nigga pussy, when he by his self, nah
He ain't like that (Nah, nah)
I keep a forty (Boom)
Who you got? Why you talking
'bout all them bodies?
Who you shot? Where you at? Why you
Talking 'bout you gon' rob me?
(Where you at?) if it's that
Where you at? Steady actin' like he cocky
(Actin' like he cocky)
I got out of jail and got a
Mill' and took off like a rocket
(Boom, boom)
Booka man smokin' on that Tooka man
For sure (Booka man smokin' on that)
You a stupid man, you thinkin'
I'ma oop, my man, is you slow?
(yeah, yeah) i don't know who you is, boy
I'm chargin' thirty for a show
Send it, greenlight, it's a go
And I gotta get it with my pole
Ayy, why the fuck you callin' back, boy?
I'm in your cut, nigga (Grrah)
He call my phone like he my mans
You know it's up with us (Let's get it)
Foe and 'em Houdini, magic trick
They turn you blunts, nigga
(They turn you blunts) he tryna get up
Like he dyin' like that one nigga
(Man, what?)
Oh man, y'all just kill my mans, man
So? Fuck him, bitch
His ass with Tooka anyway, damn dead niggas
300, O'Block shit 600 shit, bitch
Gang, OTF yeah
Ayy, when they that shit be funny Tee
When they ass be tweakin' and shit
You get right on a nigga ass