Counterfeit

[Intro: Lil Durk] Got Doe Boy in this bitch with me This nigga got a fuckin' Glock-30 and an FN He know with this hustle in this motherfucker man 'Cause you know we don't even trust nobody Not even the engineer you know [Chorus: Lil Durk] Doe Boy shoot him in his head when it all boils down Say my name in a diss song, they knock your door down And I take so many drugs that it's in my pores now Talking down on the gang, gotta change the score now We not with phony shit, we not with that brodie shit We not with that homie shit, we not with that fake shit Last nigga tried to fake it, he ain't make it Last nigga tried to fake it, he ain't make it, yeah yeah [Verse 1: Doe Boy] If Durk don't like you I don't like you, heads off to my opps Me and Johnny twin shooters, his Glock's my Glock Niggas makin' diss songs 'til they body get dropped Slide on 'em, it's gon' look like it went through a chop shop Gettin' money, I want more, even more money than before If I don't get these millions nigga I'ma rock the whole floor I don't do the arguing 'cause I don't got no patience The opps dropping statements, we dropping locations Niggas wanna diss me now 'cause I made it But I ain't hear a diss song 'fore I was famous They must think I'm pussy now 'cause I made it Only difference now, I'm not the shooter that's aiming All these niggas with me, they gon' kill for me And I been beefin' with some niggas up the hill from me Yeah yeah, fuck rappin', bitch it's still on me He gon' keep sneak dissing 'til we kill homie [Chorus: Lil Durk] Doe Boy shoot him in his head when it all boils down Say my name in a diss song, they knock your door down And I take so many drugs that it's in my pores now Talking down on the gang, gotta change the score now We not with phony shit, we not with that brodie shit We not with that homie shit, we not with that fake shit Last nigga tried to fake it, he ain't make it Last nigga tried to fake it, he ain't make it, yeah yeah [Verse 2: Doe Boy] And if we catch you out in traffic, my nigga that's where we leave 'em Talkin' all that G shit, nigga I don't believe 'em I don't fuck with these niggas, I promise you I don't need 'em You better watch your shooters, they shoot you when you don't feed 'em I'ma tell it how it is, my nigga I ain't gon' flex to you That nigga next to you will leave your brains next to you I got niggas down for life and shit for taking lives and shit Fuck the opps who got dropped and fuck who else don't like the shit A hundred bands, a hundred guns, niggas talking like it's beef I'll have 'em throw you in a trunk and tell 'em bring your ass to me You was howlin' on my name, yeah that's what them goons was lurkin' for I gotta kill you by myself 'cause this shit personal This between me and you when you said you want who The difference is you down when I say I want you You ain't got enough clout nigga, what you gon' do? The goofy got shot 'cause he thought I wouldn't shoot, yeah yeah [Chorus: Lil Durk] Doe Boy shoot him in his head when it all boils down Say my name in a diss song, they knock your door down And I take so many drugs that it's in my pores now Talking down on the gang, gotta change the score now We not with phony shit, we not with that brodie shit We not with that homie shit, we not with that fake shit Last nigga tried to fake it, he ain't make it Last nigga tried to fake it, he ain't make it, yeah yeah [Outro: Doe Boy] No worries