[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
N***as 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?
N***as snake me once, then it's fuck n***as
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, n***a
If it was me, the one, they'd always had a star, n***a
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
N***as out here spelling loyal, ain't got love in it
These n***as bold, Lil' Boo told me how it was, n***a
All eyes on us, don't trust n***as, 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
N***as be tripping, lil' n***a, you know what you did
It's crazy I heard you be fucking with kids
Yep, heard you fucking with kids, murderer
N***a, we balling, money to the jails, lawyers and bails
Money to the ‘Side 'case they be calling
I'ma press "One," n***as be dodging

[Outro: Lil Durk, Booka600, and Both]
We don't do this often
Catch a opp and off him
N***a, 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)