Lil Niggaz lyrics - Lil Durk (feat. Migos, Cash Out)

[Intro: Lil Durk]

Yea, let's get it

You niggas talk like big niggas

These niggas ain't done shit

Well free my niggas

Yeeeaaaah

Tweak with my squad

I'm on you if you tweak with my squad

Don't tweak with my squad

Lil nigga, lil nigga

Lil nigga, lil nigga

Let's get it!

[Hook: Lil Durk]

It look bad for a nigga, funeral setup, I be all sad for a nigga

40 Ruger shooters, gave all that I had for a nigga

Where you from, what's your past lil nigga?

And you broke and you mad lil nigga?

Fuck a price what the tag lil nigga?

My shooters on deck playin' tag lil nigga

You can't get a pass lil nigga

Get caught, that's your ass lil nigga

You movin' too fast lil nigga

You tweak with the squad, that's your ass lil nigga

Lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga

Tweak with my squad, that's your ass lil nigga

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]

Your niggas wanna tweak with my niggas

I'm a dog, Imma eat with my niggas

Twitter beefing, that ain't me lil nigga

Location on and we can meet lil nigga

Wifey holding down the street with my niggas

My gang claim three lil nigga

All this shit, that ain't me lil nigga

Got killers, every gang with me lil nigga

One time, shooters that's four-nine

Put a murder on bro that's more time

Up mine, Imma shoot thirty four time

Or nah, cook a brick or nah?

Niggas say he ain't snitching but I know he lying

Lil nigga, lil nigga

Get money, get bigger

Them niggas ain't with ya'

Talk loud and get switched lil nigga

And we big niggas, and I lost a lot of shit, nigga (Let's get it)

Sip lean, get the kick, lil nigga

Who you with lil nigga

Where you from? You can't flip lil niggas

And we the shit lil niggas

I'm gone, how they sick lil niggas

Anybody tic lil nigga

Where you from? You ain't from where I from lil nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Offset]

You a lil nigga and I'm a big dog (huh?)

You can die quick, nigga, only one call

I'm at the top and I'm never gone fall

Hundred round, make it clap like applause

I pull up with Durk, hop out the vert (skrr, skrr)

(Braw Kraw!) six feet under the dirt

My diamonds is watery, you can come surf (water)

My plug is an alien not from this Earth

I had a dream like Mr. King (dream)

Geekin', I need some Visine (Get it)

Gettin' money, runnin' all in my jeans (money)

Back in the day used to serve all the fiends (back Pimp C)

Actavis, I need lean (drink)

Porsche Panoramic, Forgiatos on the feet (panorama)

Young Rich Nigga, you ain't seen what I seen (no)

I used to trap mid as a team (I did)

You niggas be copyin' my swag, you a clone (copy)

Giuseppe steppin', ain't no Foams (Giuseppe)

My bitch just landed here from Rome (bad)

Hop in the 'Rari, we gone (skrr, skrr)

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Cash Out]

You know I get money, I pull up in foreigns, I jump out with shooters

He talk about robbin', we lay in these yard and bust his medula (we bustin' his head)

A million a day, when I'm in the trap I feel like Frank Lucas (I'm feelin' like him)

I iced out the Rollies, and stepped out the place, I only eat sushi

You know what I'm sippin', you know what I'm grippin' (you know what's on call)

I'm all on that, boss niggas got passes I know that they crippin' (you know what I'm crippin')

Give 'em the fork and give 'em the bowl, I know they ain't whippin' (I know they ain't in the pot)

Durk in from [?], I brought 'em to the trap and showed 'em my vision (and show 'em what's up)

My shooters no clubbin' (my shooters no clubbin')

My shooters straight thuggin' (straight thuggin' forreal)

Your shooters, they bluffin'

They go the feds and give 'em discussions (they give 'em discussions)

Whip it up, whip it up, baby I'm up in the bowl (I'm up in the bowl)

Back then, show money on your head, he dead on the stove (he dead on the stove)

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Quavo]

None of my niggas is innocent (nah)

None of my niggas is witness (whoo)

I pull up, unload it, extensions

Walk in the trap and see pigeons

Birds (birds)

Migos, Lil Durk, Cash Out on the curb

Skippa Da Flippa itching for body, give him the word

Bet you won't bust a move

All my niggas got choppers, they'll damage you

Bet you won't bust a move

Have a nigga floatin' in the Chattahoochee river, fool

She cook it so fancy (whip, whip)

You niggas can't stand it (ha)

When I whip it, the Jays they love it

I'm cooking a brick and they call me McLuvin'

Trap or die nigga, no Jeezy, corporate thuggin'

All of my niggas got gas and dirty sticks all out in public

My cup is so dirty, I'm drinkin' on Ruxman (lean, lean, dirty)

You niggas is soft, lookin' like Telletub-man

[Hook]