Lil Durk - True lyrics

Lit, no cig clean Sprite mixed with no lean

Got a Glock with a beam bada boom, bada bing
Ops not on a thing (Let's get it)
We need some real big rings
Netflix and chill let's watch some Narcos
And my cup the color Harpo
Got fifty in these cargos
Used to sit and watch my car doors
Valet ask me how to park those
I'm scannin' niggas like a barcode
Fake designer, that's a no no
We rockin' rollies fuck a Jo-Jo

Money got me Bowflexin' balmain, no Paris
Pussy 'bout to get the message
Before I have my youngins stressin'
I told 'em I'ma turn up on em
Killed his ass, we run up on 'em
We hawk 'em down, we run up on 'em
His tweets said he keep 'em on him
I'm just coolin' as a rapper
My niggas know that I be trappin'
To the streets I'm so adapted
Fuck the state, they took my rappy

We smoke straight dope, ain't no seeds in it
Clean Sprite, put some lean in it
Rockstars, got some G's in it
Real killas, they don't leave witness
Tax season, boy, your car rented
Bitch you boostin', you got no business
Call my shooters, they got no limit's
I'm just rockin' in my True Religions