Lyrics Astronomical - Lil Durk
808
Mafia
Ayy,
we
gon′
switch
it
up
a
lil'
bit
Ayy,
we
doin′
all
high
speed
Talkin'
'bout
that
skrrt,
know
what
I′m
sayin′?
Turn
up,
turn
up
Can
fuck
on
any
bitch
I
want
'cause
I′m
conceited
At
this
point,
I
want
the
drugs,
they
really
know
I
need
it
Get
it
low
from
the
plug
then
I
take
it
back
to
get
remixed
Steady
runnin'
off
on
your
plug,
you
know
that
ain′t
no
street
shit
Ridin'
′round
with
a
hundred
racks
sittin'
on
me
Ridin'
′round
through
the
whole
city
by
my
lonely
I
don′t
ride
around
with
different
niggas,
just
my
homies
(Facts)
Ridin'
′round
got
them
drugs
stashed
'cause
they
on
me
(Turn
up)
You
told
me
don′t
come
with
ratchet
(Fuck
that)
Police
come,
I'ma
stash
it
Ride
around,
servin′
them
Xannies
Half
of
my
homies
addicts
The
check
gon'
bounce,
you
cash
it
(Yeah)
You
let
a
scammer
crack
it
(Scammer)
She'll
let
me
get
in
her
panties
(Panties)
Ran
from
the
jakes
from
the
bando
(Yeah)
I
was
down
broke
to
the
canvas
Bring
me
a
stick
when
I′m
landin′
(Let's
go)
Back
from
Cali
with
samples
First
class
with
a
couple
of
bandits
(You
know)
I
don′t
know
how
to
panic
Will
I
shoot
that
Glock,
I'm
frantic
You
don′t
got
it,
I
got
it
Thats
just
part
of
my
savage
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
addicted
to
medication
I'm
not
a
demonstration
(No,
no)
Designer
for
all
my
ladies
(Big
drip)
And
you
be
fresh
on
occasions
(Yeah)
I
lick
the
Perc
off
her
navel
(Yeah)
One
of
my
hoes
ain′t
stable
(Yeah)
She
loyal,
so
you
know
I
pay
you
Mouth
open,
I
give
you
a
facial
I
decided
to
sign
with
a
label
A
lot
of
these
niggas
ungrateful
You
like
youngin'
with
no
label
ya
I'm
leanin′,
I′m
leanin',
I′m
leanin',
I′m
leanin',
I′m
leanin',
I'm
leanin′
Say
I′m
leanin',
I′m
leanin',
I′m
leanin',
I′m
leanin',
I'm
leanin′,
I′m
leanin'
Fuck
it,
put
your
head
back,
drink
this
semen
Fuck
it,
if
you
don′t
swallow,
you
gotta
clean
it
Fuck
it,
like
my
gas
musty,
thats
that
gas,
dummy
Gotta
keep
them
bags
comin'
Whole
pill,
no
half
of
it
No
pills,
I
act
stubborn
Gotta
do
the
dash
on
it
Fucked
up
my
last
apartment
(Turn
up)
Far
from
the
back,
it
farted
Went
to
a
show
in
New
Orleans
She
wanna
party
with
Bardi
Pardon
the
body
(Yeah)
Won′t
say
sorry
(Sorry)
I
love
you
hardly
(Hardly)
I
love
you
barely
(Barely)
Shorty
shoot
like
Jerry
You
rockin'
them
fake
Amiri′s
How
niggas
gonna
take
you
seriously?
My
shorty
got
booked
for
delivery
That
cancer
eatin'
his
kidney
My
goal
is
road
to
riches
His
goal,
to
roll
a
Bentley
His
case,
they
hold
him
in
it
And
he
been
gone
a
minute,
yeah
This
mothafucka
goin'
on
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