We Ball lyrics - Lil Durk (feat. Booka600)

 [Lil Durk:]

Fuck a footage, Nuski died in my face

I knew I lost my family, I seen the color of the tape

His momma still mad, so I gave her a break

Break, bitch

Her OG's starting to think that I'm fake

Chino, Asap, Pluto, Moski, Tayski, I can't live without them

Gutta, that's Zoo brother

I don't know him, but heard a lot about him

Get smoked if you caught without it

Thinkin' '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

Folk 'nem extra

Folk 'nem four, five deep

On Pluto, Folk 'nem desperate

Shooting shit with no mask on

Fuck it 'cause Folk 'nem catching

Have a kickback on your block

We poppin' 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 'em

Smoking on that Zeko, Fat Head, Tutu, Tooka, Lil Marc, Jojo

Yes, we do it! (Gang)

Doo-doo (Ooh, ooh)

Doo-doo

[Booka 600:]

L'A lost his blood, nigga

If it was me, the one, they always had star, nigga

And we was having heart to heart discussions

Long nights in them trenches, shootouts bussin'

Fuck the opps, we smoke Brick up in the lobby

Got five brothers, they down for them bodies

Nobody told

Six 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 'em

And I cried for that shit, this shit heavy on me (Yeah)

[Lil Durk:]

Free all my brothers, I gotta go get 'em

Can't tell you the story 'cause I'ma die with 'em

You beefing with Folk '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

In school, we posted up all in the building

Your homie had told, but that's not my business (He told)

Niggas be trippin'

Lil nigga, you know what you did

It's crazy, I heard you be fucking with kids

(Yeah, heard you fucking with kids)

(Murder, murder)

Nigga, we ballin'

Money to the jail, lawyers and bail

Money to the side 'case they be callin'

I'ma press one, niggas be dodging

[Lil Durk (Booka 600) {Both}:]

We don't do this often

Catch a opp and {off him}

Nigga we ball

Yeah, yeah

600, 600 (600), Snitch-K

Yeah, yeah

600 (600)

600 (600)

Snitch-K (Snitch-K)

600 (600)

300 (300)

300 (300)