Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 1(773) Vulture , by - Lil Durk. Release date: 29.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
1(773) Vulture |
| Why the opposition callin' my line |
| Tellin' me to come outside |
| I would, but I know they lyin' |
| (I been through this shit before, you know?) |
| Foe’nem told me keep my iron |
| My momma had a dream about me dyin' |
| I told her that I hope she lyin' |
| It’s gon' be a homicide |
| It’s gon' be a homicide |
| Fuck with Durk and they dyin' today (facts) |
| They told me they sick and tired |
| They don’t want to die today |
| Whatever my niggas be wantin', know I got 'em |
| I be off them drugs, addicted to narcotics |
| 2012 niggas wasn’t with me in the 'partments |
| I’ma take a risk, carry my guns inside my joggers |
| Why you steady playin' ho? |
| Let me be their father |
| Kill his ass in the streets, we hope they don’t charge us |
| We can’t find your ass, we gon' kill your artist (On God) |
| And you know it’s guaranteed when I say it’s promise |
| And I got some shawtys that gon' shoot |
| They gon' do the shit you ain’t gon' do |
| They gon' slide through your block, they make calls on you |
| You hang with them and don’tsupposed to, it’s gon' fall on you |
| Spit on me bad when I was down, I’ma ball on you |
| And you ain’t thinkin' 'bout getting no money, til' it dawned on you |
| And nigga I’ll drill for 'em |
| I ain’t still signed to French but I’d kill for him |
| Who said I ain’t got no money, I’m like a mil' on |
| You trapped a ho inside the house, watch, she still goin' |
| Voice of the trenches, talkin' for the streets |
| Teachers said I might be dead 'cause I love the streets |
| And she still told me that my grades above a B |
| The streets don’t love anyone, but they in love with me |
| Fuck with me and it’s a homicide |
| Try to clean my image with a turkey dry |
| Went in '18 he gettin' out when he like 35 |
| 2018 I’m goin' up, my shows a hundred racks |
| Lie to you none, but in jail I say a hundred lies |
| How the fuck you mad, and I gave your ass a hundred tries? |
| And from them brothers that I love, I dropped a hundred, why? |
| Don’t feed your gang when they snake you, you gon' wonder why |
| Tryin' tuck my pride away |
| I ain’t really tryin' to die today |
| Certain shit I can’t tolerate |
| Why the opposition callin' my line |
| Tellin' me to come outside |
| I would, but I know they lyin' |
| (I been through this shit before, you know?) |
| Foe’nem told me keep my iron |
| My momma had a dream about me dyin' |
| I told her that I hope she lyin' |
| It’s gon' be a homicide |
| It’s gon' be a homicide |
| Fuck with Durk and they dyin' today (facts) |
| They told me they sick and tired |
| They don’t want to die today |