Album Cover Out the Roof

Out the Roof

LIL DURK

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I hang with murderers

I hang with

I hang with, ayy, bitchAnd I hang with murderers for sure

I can send ′em to...

(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it)

We done put some cash on their head

Foenem like, "Where to shoot?" (let′s get it, yeah)

Thirty in this mag and I blow that bitch just like a flute (like a flute)

Pull up with a bad little bitch (yeah, yeah)

I'm in the Bentley coupe (yeah)

Money bussin' out the stash

Had to take the load up out the room (man, what?)

Lil′ bro on your ass, then he spaz when he out the roof (let′s get it)

Lil' foenem be T′ed, put on that mask, turn to Hannibal (out of here)

Come run up your blick like you on that, they gon' challenge you

I can′t even cap, I had that MAC

I held a lot of tool (ayy, Durk, where your bitch ass at?)

I'm on the Lam′, nigga (bet)

Slide through, bitch, I shoot and drive too (let's get it)

Why you namin' him like he could save you? Bitch, he high too

Why you keep on bringin′ up the murders that your guys do? (Bitch)

Why you keep on postin′ up them guns

That your guys shoot? (Gang, gang, gang)

Von

Niggas always woofin' like they like that (huh? Huh?)

Tryna ride my wave, that nigga drown

He need a life vest (drown, drown, drown)

O′Block my chain, I left Icebox and I went right back (bling, baow)

That nigga pussy, when he by his self

Nah, he ain't like that (nah, nah)

I keep a forty (boom)

Who you got? Why you talking ′bout all them bodies?

Who you shot? Where you at?

Why you talking 'bout you gon′ rob me? (Where you at?)

If it's that, where you at?

Steady actin' like he cocky (actin′ like he cocky)

I got out of jail and got a mill′

And took off like a rocket (boom, boom)

Booka man smokin' on that Tooka man, for sure

You a stupid man, you thinkin′

I'ma oop, my man, is you slow? (Yeah, yeah)

I don′t know who you is, boy, I'm chargin′ 30 for a show

Send it, greenlight, it's a go

And I gotta get it with my pole

Ayy, why the fuck you callin' back, boy?

I′m in your cut, nigga (grrah)

He call my phone like he my mans

You know it′s up with us (let's get it)

Foenem Houdini, magic trick

They turn you blunts, nigga (they turn you blunts)

He tryna get up, like he dyin′ like that one nigga (man, what?)

Oh man, y'all just kill my mans, man

So? Fuck him, bitch

His ass with Tooka anyway, damn

Dead niggas

300, O′Block shit

600 shit, bitch

Gang, OTF

Yeah

Ayy, when they, that shit be funny Tee

When they ass be tweakin' and shit

You get right on a nigga ass