Mad-Money, Lil Durk, Gunna Dee - UK To The States lyrics
Lil Durk [Durk Derrick Banks] Smurk [Chicago, Illinois, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[Mad-Money, Lil Durk, Gunna Dee - UK To The States lyrics]
UK to the States, niggas getting slapped
Get robbed for your chain
You won't get it back
UK to the States, niggas getting slapped
We don't play that shit, we don't play that
UK to the States, niggas getting slapped
Get robbed for your chain
You won't get it back
Remember back in the days
Niggas getting stabbed
Nowadays, niggas spray, hit em with the MAC
Same shit, another day, sitting in the trap
Just me and my mates listening to my track
Paranoid, I think the jakes
Listening on the tap
If it weren't for niggas snitching
Prisons wouldn't be packed
Late night shit, rolling with the strap
Nigga runs the ends, blow him off the map
Got my finger on the trigger
And I'm on the dank
Kill a nigga, it's a thriller
This is not a prank
Rob em, bitch momma two cases
I'm fighting drama but they
Don't want no drama, trauma
Slide in the Audi, foreign driver
Police watching niggas sniffing
They be tricking for them commas do a hit
You should see that 223 doing tricks
I'm ahead about myself so ain't
Nobody here a trick can't trust a bitch
Only fucking with my karate choppers
Breaking bricks, bag em down to make
Got that bando going wala
That pot that ta da
Put guns and drugs on blocka
Therefore these blocka
From us we got our block hot
Trust why we doing commas
From us we got our block hot
That's why we doing commas, let's get it
Squad
Cat a stray, that's a stray coma
Think you've got heart? I'll turn
You to a great donor
Gun smoking, call it luck homer
I'll leave you with a blue face
That's a Daytona
Niggas popping, them niggas dropping
I could take you out the picture
Call it picture cropping
Stay on top of cake, let them see the topping
Cause these hating cops hate to
See a nigga copping
Then I was back then I was
Back to being broke again
From my back, pushing packs of the coke again
My man load the guns
He just roll in with a load of men
Kick the doors off, fuck if it's opening
Get robbed for your chain
You won't get it back
UK to the States, niggas getting slapped
We don't play that shit, we don't play that
UK to the States, niggas getting slapped
Get robbed for your chain
You won't get it back
Remember back in the days
Niggas getting stabbed
Nowadays, niggas spray, hit em with the MAC
Same shit, another day, sitting in the trap
Just me and my mates listening to my track
Paranoid, I think the jakes
Listening on the tap
If it weren't for niggas snitching
Prisons wouldn't be packed
Late night shit, rolling with the strap
Nigga runs the ends, blow him off the map
Got my finger on the trigger
And I'm on the dank
Kill a nigga, it's a thriller
This is not a prank
Rob em, bitch momma two cases
I'm fighting drama but they
Don't want no drama, trauma
Slide in the Audi, foreign driver
Police watching niggas sniffing
They be tricking for them commas do a hit
You should see that 223 doing tricks
I'm ahead about myself so ain't
Nobody here a trick can't trust a bitch
Only fucking with my karate choppers
Breaking bricks, bag em down to make
Got that bando going wala
That pot that ta da
Put guns and drugs on blocka
Therefore these blocka
From us we got our block hot
Trust why we doing commas
From us we got our block hot
That's why we doing commas, let's get it
Squad
Cat a stray, that's a stray coma
Think you've got heart? I'll turn
You to a great donor
Gun smoking, call it luck homer
I'll leave you with a blue face
That's a Daytona
Niggas popping, them niggas dropping
I could take you out the picture
Call it picture cropping
Stay on top of cake, let them see the topping
Cause these hating cops hate to
See a nigga copping
Then I was back then I was
Back to being broke again
From my back, pushing packs of the coke again
My man load the guns
He just roll in with a load of men
Kick the doors off, fuck if it's opening