[Intro: Lil Durk]Yea, let's get itYou niggas talk like big niggasThese niggas ain't done shitWell free my niggasYeeeaaaahTweak with my squadI'm on you if you tweak with my squadDon't tweak with my squadLil nigga, lil niggaLil nigga, lil niggaLet's get it![Hook: Lil Durk]It look bad for a nigga, funeral setup, I be all sad for a nigga40 Ruger shooters, gave all that I had for a niggaWhere you from, what's your past lil nigga?And you broke and you mad lil nigga?Fuck a price what the tag lil nigga?My shooters on deck playin' tag lil niggaYou can't get a pass lil niggaGet caught, that's your ass lil niggaYou movin' too fast lil niggaYou tweak with the squad, that's your ass lil niggaLil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga, lil niggaTweak with my squad, that's your ass lil nigga[Verse 1: Lil Durk]Your niggas wanna tweak with my niggasI'm a dog, Imma eat with my niggasTwitter beefing, that ain't me lil niggaLocation on and we can meet lil niggaWifey holding down the street with my niggasMy gang claim three lil niggaAll this shit, that ain't me lil niggaGot killers, every gang with me lil niggaOne time, shooters that's four-ninePut a murder on bro that's more timeUp mine, Imma shoot thirty four timeOr nah, cook a brick or nah?Niggas say he ain't snitching but I know he lyingLil nigga, lil niggaGet money, get biggerThem niggas ain't with ya'Talk loud and get switched lil niggaAnd we big niggas, and I lost a lot of shit, nigga (Let's get it)Sip lean, get the kick, lil niggaWho you with lil niggaWhere you from? You can't flip lil niggasAnd we the shit lil niggasI'm gone, how they sick lil niggasAnybody tic lil niggaWhere you from? You ain't from where I from lil nigga[Hook][Verse 2: Offset]You a lil nigga and I'm a big dog (huh?)You can die quick, nigga, only one callI'm at the top and I'm never gone fallHundred round, make it clap like applauseI pull up with Durk, hop out the vert (skrr, skrr)(Braw Kraw!) six feet under the dirtMy diamonds is watery, you can come surf (water)My plug is an alien not from this EarthI had a dream like Mr. King (dream)Geekin', I need some Visine (Get it)Gettin' money, runnin' all in my jeans (money)Back in the day used to serve all the fiends (back Pimp C)Actavis, I need lean (drink)Porsche Panoramic, Forgiatos on the feet (panorama)Young Rich Nigga, you ain't seen what I seen (no)I used to trap mid as a team (I did)You niggas be copyin' my swag, you a clone (copy)Giuseppe steppin', ain't no Foams (Giuseppe)My bitch just landed here from Rome (bad)Hop in the 'Rari, we gone (skrr, skrr)[Hook][Verse 3: Cash Out]You know I get money, I pull up in foreigns, I jump out with shootersHe talk about robbin', we lay in these yard and bust his medula (we bustin' his head)A million a day, when I'm in the trap I feel like Frank Lucas (I'm feelin' like him)I iced out the Rollies, and stepped out the place, I only eat sushiYou know what I'm sippin', you know what I'm grippin' (you know what's on call)I'm all on that, boss niggas got passes I know that they crippin' (you know what I'm crippin')Give 'em the fork and give 'em the bowl, I know they ain't whippin' (I know they ain't in the pot)Durk in from [?], I brought 'em to the trap and showed 'em my vision (and show 'em what's up)My shooters no clubbin' (my shooters no clubbin')My shooters straight thuggin' (straight thuggin' forreal)Your shooters, they bluffin'They go the feds and give 'em discussions (they give 'em discussions)Whip it up, whip it up, baby I'm up in the bowl (I'm up in the bowl)Back then, show money on your head, he dead on the stove (he dead on the stove)[Hook][Verse 4: Quavo]None of my niggas is innocent (nah)None of my niggas is witness (whoo)I pull up, unload it, extensionsWalk in the trap and see pigeonsBirds (birds)Migos, Lil Durk, Cash Out on the curbSkippa Da Flippa itching for body, give him the wordBet you won't bust a moveAll my niggas got choppers, they'll damage youBet you won't bust a moveHave a nigga floatin' in the Chattahoochee river, foolShe cook it so fancy (whip, whip)You niggas can't stand it (ha)When I whip it, the Jays they love itI'm cooking a brick and they call me McLuvin'Trap or die nigga, no Jeezy, corporate thuggin'All of my niggas got gas and dirty sticks all out in publicMy cup is so dirty, I'm drinkin' on Ruxman (lean, lean, dirty)You niggas is soft, lookin' like Telletub-man[Hook]