We Ball (Remix)

[Verse 1: Lil Durk] Fuck a footage, Nuski died in my face I knew I lost my family, I seen the color of the tape His mama still mad, so I gave her a break Break been so long, she starting to think that I'm fake Chino, Asap, Pluto, Moski, Tayski—I can't live without 'em Gudda, that's 'Zoo brother, I don't know 'em, but heard a lot about 'em Get smoked if you caught without it, thinking 'bout a pass, I doubt it Opps took so many factors, had to go and buy some choppers Niggas killed your homie, you ain't even ride Me and Booka from the Lam' back to Steve Drive Fo'nem extra, fo'nem four-five deep, on Pluto, fo'nem desperate Shooting shit with no mask on, fuck it 'cause fo'nem catching Have a kickback on your block, we popping up in every way Why he keep on talking like we won't turn him into a day? Niggas snake me once, then it's fuck niggas And you know we Muslim, so they had to keep the blood in 'em This will knock you cold, ain't nobody put no slugs in him Smoking on that Zeko, Fat Head, Tutu, Tooka, Lil Marc JoJo, yes we do it, gang [Interlude: Lil Durk] Ooh, Doo-Doo Ooh, ooh, Doo-Doo [Verse 2: Booka600] LA lost his blood, nigga If it was me, the one, they'd always had a star, nigga And we was having heart-to-heart discussions Long nights in them trenches, shootouts busting Fuck the opps, we smoke Brick up in the lobby Got five brothers, they down for them bodies, nobody told Streets ain't got no love in 'em Niggas out here spelling loyal, ain't got love in it These niggas bold, Lil' Boo told me how it was, nigga All eyes on us, don't trust niggas, I feel his soul Pull that, AK, let up Ain't a opp out here I'm letting up on Stello died for this shit, ain't letting up on him And I cried for that shit, this shit heavy on me [Verse 3: Lil Durk] Free all my brothers, I got to go get 'em Can't tell you the story 'cause I'ma die with 'em You beefing with fo'nem, I cannot get in it If it's not a foreign, I cannot get in it Nobody knows, nobody knows Made this shit when I was all in my feelings On Stewart, we posted up all in the building Your homie had told, but that's not my business Niggas be tripping, lil' nigga, you know what you did It's crazy I heard you be fucking with kids Yep, heard you fucking with kids, murderer Nigga, we balling, money to the jails, lawyers and bails Money to the ‘Side 'case they be calling I'ma press "One," niggas be dodging [Outro: Lil Durk, Booka600, and Both] We don't do this often Catch a opp and off him Nigga, we ball, yeah, yeah 600, yeah 600 (600) Snitch K, yeah, yeah 600 (600), 600 (600) Snitch K (Snitch K) 600 (600), 300 (300) 300 (300)