Lil Durk - Risky lyrics

Oh yeah
I'm finna make a banger with this one
DJ on the beat so it's a banger

Why you run and got your gun
So you gon' let him die?
I come from a block,  you catch a opp
You hit him twenty times
Catch a nigga who you love to slide with
Make a shooter cry
Can't be 'round my dawg, I still'll risk it
I know Zoo will drive
We tell bro nem, "Chill, don't gotta speed
This like a Uber ride"
Pull up on my side, I got two Dracs
This shit like suicide
Speedin' on the E-way, off them pills
You don't know who'll crash
Backdoor, all across the city, you
Don't know who the guys, nigga



Keep a switch on me in case these niggas
Hate and try to switch on me
Fuck who you is, you try to play them games
I don't show sympathy
Won't hit none of my bros hoes
Them bitches keep on temptin' me
My fingers hurt, demon on my opps
I don't got energy
Buck, buck, bitch, it's macaroni time
Tell my opps to post the
Shit in they close friends, they all dyin'
All my opps the same, every
Time they get caught, they ass whinin'
All that shit y'all said in the booth
That build up careers ain't nothin' slime
That's my block, every gun I keep on me go
"Drr da-duh"
Ask the opps, every time they see my face
They sugarfoot give me props, gave my
Block them turkey bags, wukaduk
Just free Sah, you know shorty ass
Gon' rob, I get you took, nigga
Let your seat up, bro
Hop out, hit his dome (Hit his dome)
Hop out, get 'em gone (Get 'em gone)
Hop out, do 'em wrong (Do 'em wrong)
Just be prepared, you on your feet
You better not drop your phone
(Drop your phone)
Tap that switch, don't use it fully
You might just see his bros
Lil' bro got jammed up for a body
He ain't gon' change his clothes
I say, "When you chased 'em
What you see?" He say, he chased his soul
Get on his ass, he gon' be easy
He be chasin' hoes
Stand over him, last thing he see
That's my favorite pose

Why you run and got your gun
So you gon' let him die?
I come from a block, you catch a opp
You hit him twenty times catch a nigga, ooh
You love to slide? We make a shooter cry
Can't be 'round my dawg, I still'll risk it
I know Zoo will drive
We tell bro nem, "Chill, don't gotta speed
This like a Uber ride"
Pull up on my side, I got two Dracs
This shit like suicide
Speedin' on the E-way, off them pills
You don't know who'll crash
Backdoor, all across the city, you
Don't know who the guys, nigga

Grab your blick, bro (Grab your blick, bro)
You ain't never gave me shit
You ain't my big bro ask if I'm lyin'
I gave 'em Hellcats and pistols
I gave my bitch my heart, uh
Welcome to death row bitch, uh, yeah
You ain't gon' die about your dawg
But you gon' die 'bout a bitch
Man, you better shoot your gun until
It's gone then it click
We gon' get it on, I'm
With you right or wrong, that's what it is
You a fraud, what's in
Your cup? That's melatonin, ain't no drank
Got my Trackhawk bulletproof
And it's supercharged, this ain't no tank
How you gon' vouch for a
Nigga who ain't never
Kill shit? His ass ain't got no rank
Catch a opp, but you lucky
It's Ramadan, hold on, i gotta pray
(Haha, ooh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I gotta pray (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I gotta pray

Why you run and got your gun
So you gon' let him die?
I come from a block, you catch a opp
You hit him twenty times catch a nigga, ooh
You love to slide? We make a shooter cry
Can't be 'round my dawg, I still'll risk it
I know Zoo will drive
We tell bro nem, "Chill, don't gotta speed
This like a Uber ride"
Pull up on my side, I got two Dracs
This shit like suicide
Speedin' on the E-way, off them pills
You don't know who'll crash
Backdoor, all across the city, you
Don't know who the guys, nigga