Lil Durk, King Von, Only The Family - They Be Talkin’ lyrics
Lil Durk [Durk Derrick Banks] Smurk [Chicago, Illinois, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[Lil Durk, King Von, Only The Family - They Be Talkin’ lyrics]
Niggas gon' die, they come with a diss
(I know)
For that weed, she sucking dick (I know)
Catch a murder, self defense (I know)
Free my dawgs behind the fence (I know)
You around me, nigga, don't post no pic
(I know) they don't say "Hi!"s name
But I know they sick (I know)
Fuck what you is, we go off sets (I know)
That new Trackhawk, I got it matte (I know)
Your dawg had told, that shit a tech (I know)
He pillow talking, that's a tech (I know)
No internet, nigga, where you at? (I know)
He gon' get caught, then put up a check
(I know) watch how you talk when
You talking them racks (Nah)
We don't tolerate no disrespect (Nah)
I was in that field, I was off that Dex
(Osama)
They'll take you out for a pint of red (Yes)
I know oldheads that still the feds (Yes)
We want the savages out the clan (Yes)
Nuski died, that wasn't the plan (Nah)
All that talk, but I know they fans (I know)
I know bitch, I know
Bitch, I know bitch, I know
Bitch, I
Where the thanks? Y'all ain't happy
That we made y'all famous? (Y'all ain't?)
We smoking tookah, don't use Rugers
I think these Glocks more dangerous (Boom)
Most of the opps they really
Strangers, swear to God, can't name 'em
(Can't name 'em)
They must've grew up in the burbs
You know that's out our ranges
(That's out our range)
And all them niggas told on Rage, I'm like
"This shit outrageous"
(This shit outrageous)
Lil' bro ain't know what
He was doing, shit, he was just a baby
(He's just a baby) see, where I'm from
They pass out guns and they
Don't pass out bundles (Nah)
And where I'm from, you got
That sack, you better run, don't fumble
The first nigga that I popped
Was tall like Mutombo (Real tall)
Even though I know how to box
This ain't no Royal Rumble (Not at all)
Call his homie ass John Cena
He thought I didn't see him (What?)
I upped this Glock then rocked his boat
Now RIP Aaliyah (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
A faithful man, but all these prints
I'm looking like a cheetah
I'm up to bat, King Von up next
I think I'm Derek Jeter (Derek Jeter)
You miss your homie, talking crazy
Well you finna meet him (Finna meet him)
The jeweler man a stupid man, I
Put him in the reefer, uh
Credit cards and Visas, uh
Swipe soon as I meet her, uh
Ape shit, Ceasar, uh hop out, beat her, uh
Late night creeping (What?)
Crumb pack stinking (What?)
What was he thinking? (What?)
Police chase, leave 'em (Vroom)
I know i know
I know i know
I know they be talkin', I know
I know they be flodgin', I know
(I know)
For that weed, she sucking dick (I know)
Catch a murder, self defense (I know)
Free my dawgs behind the fence (I know)
You around me, nigga, don't post no pic
(I know) they don't say "Hi!"s name
But I know they sick (I know)
Fuck what you is, we go off sets (I know)
That new Trackhawk, I got it matte (I know)
Your dawg had told, that shit a tech (I know)
He pillow talking, that's a tech (I know)
No internet, nigga, where you at? (I know)
He gon' get caught, then put up a check
(I know) watch how you talk when
You talking them racks (Nah)
We don't tolerate no disrespect (Nah)
I was in that field, I was off that Dex
(Osama)
They'll take you out for a pint of red (Yes)
I know oldheads that still the feds (Yes)
We want the savages out the clan (Yes)
Nuski died, that wasn't the plan (Nah)
All that talk, but I know they fans (I know)
I know bitch, I know
Bitch, I know bitch, I know
Bitch, I
Where the thanks? Y'all ain't happy
That we made y'all famous? (Y'all ain't?)
We smoking tookah, don't use Rugers
I think these Glocks more dangerous (Boom)
Most of the opps they really
Strangers, swear to God, can't name 'em
(Can't name 'em)
They must've grew up in the burbs
You know that's out our ranges
(That's out our range)
And all them niggas told on Rage, I'm like
"This shit outrageous"
(This shit outrageous)
Lil' bro ain't know what
He was doing, shit, he was just a baby
(He's just a baby) see, where I'm from
They pass out guns and they
Don't pass out bundles (Nah)
And where I'm from, you got
That sack, you better run, don't fumble
The first nigga that I popped
Was tall like Mutombo (Real tall)
Even though I know how to box
This ain't no Royal Rumble (Not at all)
Call his homie ass John Cena
He thought I didn't see him (What?)
I upped this Glock then rocked his boat
Now RIP Aaliyah (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
A faithful man, but all these prints
I'm looking like a cheetah
I'm up to bat, King Von up next
I think I'm Derek Jeter (Derek Jeter)
You miss your homie, talking crazy
Well you finna meet him (Finna meet him)
The jeweler man a stupid man, I
Put him in the reefer, uh
Credit cards and Visas, uh
Swipe soon as I meet her, uh
Ape shit, Ceasar, uh hop out, beat her, uh
Late night creeping (What?)
Crumb pack stinking (What?)
What was he thinking? (What?)
Police chase, leave 'em (Vroom)
I know i know
I know i know
I know they be talkin', I know
I know they be flodgin', I know