paroles de chanson Risky - Lil Durk

(Oh yeah, I'm finna make a banger with this one)
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)

Why you run and got your gun, so you gon' let him die?
I come from a block you catch a opp, you hit him 20 times
Catch a nigga who you love to slide with, make a shooter cry
Can't be 'round my dawg, I still'll risk it, I know Zoo will drive

We tell bro nem, "Chill, don't gotta speed, this like a Uber ride"
Pull up on my side, I got two Dracs', this shit like suicide
Speedin' on the E-way, off them pills, you don't know who'll crash
Backdoor, all across the city, you don't know who to gas (nigga)

Keep the switch on me in case these niggas hate and try to switch on me
Fuck who you is, you try to play them games, I don't show sympathy
Won't hit none of my bros hoes, them bitches keep on temptin' me
My fingers hurt, demon on my opps, I always got energy

Buck, buck, bitch, it's macaroni time
Tell my opps to post the shit in they close friends, they all dyin'
All my opps the same, every time they get caught, they ass whinin'
All that shit y'all said in the booth, that build up careers ain't nothin' slime

That's my block, every gun I keep on me go, "Drr-da-duh"
Ask the opps, every time they see my face, they sugarfoot
Give me props, gave my block them turkey bags, Wukaduk
Just free Sah, you know shorty ass gon' rob, I get you took, nigga

Let your seat up, bro, hop out, hit his dome (hit his dome)
Hop out, get 'em gone (get 'em gone), hop out, do 'em wrong (do 'em wrong)
Just be prepared, you on your feet, you better not drop your phone (drop your phone)
Tap that switch, don't use it fully, you might just see his bros

Lil' bro got jammed up for a body, he ain't gon' change his clothes
I say, "When you chased 'em what you see?" He say, he chased his soul
Get on his ass, he gon' be easy, he be chasin' hoes
Stand over him, last thing he see, that's my favorite pose

Why you run and got your gun, so you gon' let him die?
I come from a block you catch a opp, you hit him 20 times
Catch a nigga who you love to slide with, make a shooter cry
Can't be 'round my dawg, I still'll risk it, I know Zoo will drive

We tell bro nem, "Chill, don't gotta speed, this like a Uber ride"
Pull up on my side, I got two Dracs', this shit like suicide
Speedin' on the E-way, off them pills, you don't know who'll crash
Backdoor, all across the city, you don't know who to gas (nigga)

Grab your blick', bro (grab your blick', bro)
You ain't never gave me shit, you ain't my big bro
Ask if I'm lyin', I gave 'em Hellcats and pistols
I gave my bitch my heart, uh, welcome to death row

Bitch, uh, yeah
You ain't gon' die about your dawg, but you gon' die 'bout a bitch
Man, you better shoot your gun until it's gone then it click
We gon' get it on, I'm with you right or wrong, that's what it is

You a fraud, what's in your cup? That's melatonin, it ain't no drank
Got my Track hawk bulletproof, and it's supercharged, this ain't no tank
How you gon' vouch for a nigga who ain't never kill shit? His ass ain't got no rank
Catch a opp but you lucky it's Ramadan, hol' on, I gotta pray (ha-ha, ooh, uh, uh, uh, uh)

I gotta pray (uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I gotta pray

Why you run and got your gun, so you gon' let him die?
I come from a block you catch a opp, you hit him 20 times
Catch a nigga who you love to slide with, make a shooter cry
Can't be 'round my dawg, I still'll risk it, I know Zoo will drive

We tell bro nem, "Chill, don't gotta speed, this like a Uber ride"
Pull up on my side, I got two Dracs', this shit like suicide
Speedin' on the E-way, off them pills, you don't know who'll crash
Backdoor, all across the city, you don't know who to gas (nigga)