Intro]
(Yogi on the beat)

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Say she proud of me (Proud of me)
But she doubted me (But she doubted me)
The actuality actually is reality (Reality)
I call that hoe, like four, five bitches, savagely
She sucked my dick like four, five times, she caught some cavities
I got a bitch, she born in Atlanta
But she go to Miami when she go and get her chest done
My past relation turned me to a savage
Got a new bitch, she way above average
Pussy so good, I got a problem with lastin'
I be on food, hmm, now come and have it
Changed the "D" to a "Z", hmm, she call me zaddy
From the A to the D, Detroit they got some bad shit
Got some bitches from the Lou, them hoes they get nasty
Them hoes is too manish
I got some bitches sellin' weed up in Cali
I got some bitches in Vegas, they in the Valley
I got a bitch from DC, eat off taxin'
Got some bitches from New-York, they Dominican
I got some bitches that bartend, and I'm fillin' 'em
I'm a savage from the 'Raq, I'm not a gentleman
I got some bitches from AZ, don't fuck with Zimmermann
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
3-0-5 to the 3-2-2
8-1-8, got the lightskin face
Got some 3-1-0, 7-1-8
3-4-7, I'm in brown skin Heaven
Got some 4-0-4, 7-7-3
3-1-3, my lil' shawty from the D, yeah
7-1-3, yeah, the 8-3-2
My easterns shawties both got ass, one got boobs

[Post-Chorus: Lil Durk]
Yeah, oh, yeah
For my Philly hoes
Yeah, oh, yeah
My Virginia hoes
Yeah, oh, yeah
Ohio
Yeah, oh, yeah
Texas

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Dallas, Houston
Where they do prostitution
I got a bih from Louisiana, work at Hooters
Cali he got a bitch from Chiraq, bring 'em two fish
Baltimore, Boston
I got a bitch from Indiana, head the sloppiest
If you catfish me, no Tilapia
If you really wanna leave, who's stoppin' you?
Got my Glockiana
I got a hitter from Pitsburgh, I call her Thotianna
[?] these bitches always give me topianna
Everytime I go to Oakland it's a [?]
I got a bitch from Canada but I'm a felon
I got a bitch from Jersey, she a scammer
I got a bitch from Kentucky, she keep my hammer
North Carolina, Arkansas, Alabama
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
3-0-5 to the 3-2-2
8-1-8, got the lightskin face
Got some 3-1-0, 7-1-8
3-4-7, I'm in brown skin Heaven
Got some 4-0-4, 7-7-3
3-1-3, my lil' shawty from the D, yeah
7-1-3, yeah, the 8-3-2
My easterns shawties both got ass, one got boobs





Verse 1:G Herbo]
2018 on the average I made like 40K a week
Me and Vic went on a spree (On a spree)
I walked in the club like Meech be (Iced out)
I know the game got a cheat sheet
And I’m a prize, live with like three freaks
I don’t really vibe if imma see
I left the studio at like 5:50
So this a n***a [?] if I don’t sleep
I walk in Barney’s, spent five figures
So when I write it off, that’s what imma keep
I ain’t know this how far imma be
Sixteen, I had a choppa like Chief Keef
Got rich, I ain’t know the IRS gon’ owe me (What?)
Since then, I been wantin’ my receipts
I got to that’s why it be so hard to reach me
Everybody want in [?] in my [?]
Takin’ so much I don’t know I keep Jesus
Guess I’m such a giver, I [?]
Pretended, like a receiver I receive
Get it right off and I repeat
Pray up to God hope any soul that he reap me
Try me lil bitch, like Ri-Ri
On my problems and shit, I don’t trip
I just fill up and cop me some shit
Full of zips what you mean, when I hop in the whip
I can’t pull over, I got this Glock on my hip
If she see me, she peakin’ my Prada’s and shit
Real boss, I’m just gettin’ it hot in the whip
Turn her on, now she givin’ me top in the whip
She ain’t even mention it, we just start talkin’ and shit
When I pop out, I look like a walkin’ lick (Swerve)
I can identify a nine piece off a brick
I used to fantasize, Rollie round’ my wrist




Verse 1]
And ima start this first verse off by saying R.I.P. Dave
Ima keep my dirty ways till they let D-dawg out the cage
Nawf side 38 Chippewa where i play
Yall n***as running 'round I'm just trynna run the game
And i was always reckless n***a I was never tamed
Ima ride for my brother I know he would do the same
Load up with them cuttas ima make em feel my pain
Ima make these pussy bitches bleed for what yall did to Dave
And we done bought so many guns, bitch we strapped up like the NAVY
I got this bitch up on me for whoever try to play me
These n***as too petty bitch you need an education
They trynna rule B.R. bitch I'm trynna rule the nation
Stick you out yo shit, I'm the real 38 baby
I'm cruising to the top while you other n***as racing
You back i'm concentrated
I'm back and forward pacing, I'm steady meditating
I'm like fuck a n***a hating
They like 'Youngboy, man you the sickest you the dumbest right now
They like 'Youngboy you bout to blow up you know you bout to get signed
Whole lotta OG's on my place helped me stay on my grind
Buku hoes be on my top but I ain't waisting my time

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
It's just a think about her
I'ma forever think about her
She gon' kill it, keep it real about her
I'ma' kill it, keep it real about her

[Post-Chorus: Lil Durk]
About her, about her, about her
About her, about her, about her
About her, about her