[Intro]
D-D-DJ FMCT
DJ Bandz, aw, man

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
You runnin', no fumblin'
Get hit with that switch in your stomach and now you can't stomach it
I took a thirty, he out of shape, when they caught him, they say he was tumblin'
They tryna cover it
Standin' right over him, forty shells sound like it's thunderin'
Fuck all that brother shit (Yeah), n***as be claimin' they with us, but we ain't with none of them
I heard a story about him, heard he be claimin' them bodies ain't his
That's why we ain't worried about him
Foenem be lurkin' for n***as with names and money
Them shawties ain't worried about him
I'm finna say somethin', but I ain't finna check on myself though
Brrah, gang
When he died, he shitted

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
"6ix9ine came to your block", how you worried 'bout him?
You ain't ride for your n***as
N***a ain't slide for his n***a, but he worried 'bout us
See he all on Twitter
I ain't worried 'bout shit, just worried 'bout the jakes a lil' bit, bitch, I'm around my killers
Really tryna set me up with a thot, lil' bitch
Bitch, I'm around my killers
[Chorus: Lil Durk]
You runnin', no fumblin'
Get hit with that switch in your stomach and now you can't stomach it
I took a .30, he out of shape, when they caught him, they say he was tumblin'
They tryna cover it
Standin' right over him, forty shells sound like it's thunderin'
Fuck all that brother shit (Yeah), n***as be claimin' they with us, but we ain't with none of them
I heard a story about him, heard he be claimin' them bodies ain't his
That's why we ain't worried about him
Foenem be lurkin' for n***as with names and money
Them shawties ain't worried about him
I'm finna say somethin', but I ain't finna check on myself though Brrah, gang
When he died, he shitted

[Verse 2: Polo G]
Ayy, Durk, why would I play with these n***as?
If I ain't rappin', I ain't got shit to say to these n***as
Back in 2012, they was lookin' up to our city, man, Chicago created these n***as
Every savage 'round me straight from the sandbox
I ain't even have to pay for these killers
Can't control my temper
Get aggressive when I'm grippin' that Glock
I might end off face with these n***as
He don't care 'bout his past in a newer ride
Off them pills, he been thinkin' 'bout suicide
Comin' straight from the slums where it's do-or-die
Your mentality only way you survive
Demons comin', ain't nowhere that you can hide
Better pick up a gun when them troopers slide
Move wrong and them hollows gon' chew your spine
Is you with us or what? Better choose a side (Bitch)
[Chorus: Lil Durk]
You runnin', no fumblin'
Get hit with that switch in your stomach and now you can't stomach it
I took a thirty, he out of shape, when they caught him, they say he was tumblin'
They tryna cover it, standin' right over him, forty shells sound like it's thunderin'
Fuck all that brother shit (Yeah), n***as be claimin' they with us, but we ain't with none of them
I heard a story about him, heard he be claimin' them bodies ain't his, that's why we ain't worried about him
Foe'nem be lurkin' for n***as with names and money
Them shawties ain't worried about him
I'm finna say somethin', but I ain't finna check on myself though
Brrah, gang
When he died, he shitted