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Lil Durk
City Pressure
[Intro: Lil Durk]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bitch, we really in the field, what the fuck they talkin' ‘bout?
Fuck a diss, we send them shells, they ain't never poppin' out
Slide through his block, he ain't on shit, that lil' bitch be hidin' out

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
If my demons call, I'm slidin', fuck you mean?
Catch his ass, we up that blick, put that bitch to sleep
He was talkin' all that shit, now his face up on a tee
N***as cappin' in they raps, they ain't never stepped to me
Bitch, we really droppin’ bodies, ain't no fuckin' make-believe
Told my shorties, "Spin again," ain't no way he get a breeze
Told my plug, "I need them choppers," got a war up in the streets
Boy, you ain't no fuckin' killer, you just tweetin’ on the feed

[Verse: Lil Durk]
We done flipped that n***a's whip, had his mama screamin' loud
Ain't no passes when we slide, we ain't givin’ out no clout
Put his ass up in a wood, now my lungs filled up with loud
Bitch, I'm really from the trenches, why the fuck you talkin' down?
Hundred rounds up in this Glock, let it rip, ain't no reload
If he lackin' with his bitch, then his bitch gon' catch some free smoke
I ain't never ducked no static, pussy n***a, what you mean?
Turn your block into a scene, ain't no actors, ain't no screen
Bitch, I'm ridin' with that drummy, got my finger on the beam
If they catch me with this bitch, then it's murder first-degree
[Chorus: Lil Durk]
If my demons call, I'm slidin', fuck you mean?
Catch his ass, we up that blick, put that bitch to sleep
He was talkin' all that shit, now his face up on a tee
N***as cappin' in they raps, they ain't never stepped to me
Bitch, we really droppin’ bodies, ain't no fuckin' make-believe
Told my shorties, "Spin again," ain't no way he get a breeze
Told my plug, "I need them choppers," got a war up in the streets
Boy, you ain't no fuckin' killer, you just tweetin’ on the feed