Lil Durk – Shootout @ My Crib LYRICS
Read the accurate lyrics to Lil Durk’s “Shootout @ My Crib,” which was co-produced by JahDaGod, DJ Bandz, and DJ FMCT.
Intro
DJ FMCT
DJ Bandz, aw, man
Verse 1
Been through all kind of shit
Bro died from dialysis
Telling niggas not to tell on you is witness tampering
Out of everything, I’m addicted, I want this medicine
Gang charge, feel like I can beat it, I got a severance
Four Richard Milles, plus India rich, it look like a settlement
You ain’t from 300 if you ain’t sleep with us on Eggleston
Walk into my auntie crib, see mice, this shit embarrassing
So how you sit up pissed at me and bro ‘nem acting arrogant?
King Kong, beating on my chest, I got my lean on
How you sit up mad? I ate her pussy, you got peed on
I don’t answer my phone, I know it’s you, I changed your ringtone
Bro died, sister wasn’t answering, I called my niece phone
Yeah, bitch, you belong to the streets
Oh, you sold a couple pounds, now this nigga think he Meech
Now you singing all these songs with all that pain, you think you me
I ain’t follow niggas ways, I was signed to the streets
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Chorus
I just deadass had a shootout at my crib, I hired guards (Oh)
I ain’t sitting down in jail doing life, I’m being smart (Oh)
If I do go back in time from buying pills, I’ll buy a bar (Oh)
I remember calling shorty phone, I told ’em, “They killed Dark” (Oh)
Bro ‘nem send me clothes online, I told ’em, “Add it to my cart” (Oh)
I done took out couple niggas who wasn’t with me from the start (Oh)
I ain’t gon’ cap, you gon’ smell Percs and lean when I fart (Oh)
Keep your strap, they gon’ give you seventeen when you caught (Oh)
Verse 2
I ain’t gon’ lie, my brother died and I was riding by myself
I’ma tell your ass the truth, feel like I’m dying by myself
You ain’t slide, you ain’t ride, you be hiding by your self
Man, I really know who did it, niggas lyin’ who they killed
Even though lean fuck me up, I’ll sip a line by myself
See, my OG strong as hell, she don’t even be crying when she here
How you claim you don’t get woofers, but your block just got the belt?
You don’t take care none of your guys, but they do time for being real
I got Boonie in my heart, he did his time, he ain’t squeal
Gotta beat your case in court, you ain’t got time for no appeal
Deep thought on how he died, man, my slime give me chills
Don’t pay attention to that nigga saying he ain’t dying ’cause he is
Chorus
I just deadass had a shootout at my crib, I hired guards (Oh)
I ain’t sitting down in jail doing life, I’m being smart (Oh)
If I do go back in time from buying pills, I’ll buy a bar (Oh)
I remember calling shorty phone, I told ’em, “They killed Dark” (Oh)
Bro ‘nem send me clothes online, I told ’em, “Add it to my cart” (Oh)
I done took out couple niggas who wasn’t with me from the start (Oh)
I ain’t gon’ cap, you gon’ smell Percs and lean when I fart (Oh)
Keep your strap, they gon’ give you seventeen when you caught (Oh)
