Lil Durk – Hanging With Wolves Audio

Lyrics Hanging With Wolves – Lil Durk

They in my business, they tryna treat me like a menace
They tryna turn me down
You know I’m different, I’m walking around with my skinnies
I’m Saint Laurent down
Saying he stayed but that n**ga had got off the table
So we had to calm down
Come to the ‘Raq with a rack, you think I’m dramatic
You n**gas get shot down

Went outta town, they say I had a warrant for a murder
That s**t gotta die down
I’m like ta-da, n**ga had put up his work
That n**ga had got down
Can’t hide no body around, can’t hide no thotty around
’cause n**gas gon’ bail out
When he was balling, I had to go sit down and wait on my turn
Before we had fell out

And I was standing my ground
I ain’t have nobody around, I’m fighting assault
I had a deadly weapon, I had a Smith and Weston but I got caught
I got Sam for all my cases, you know damn well he getting me off
Better do hair and nails, you better go pull off a scam to get me out

I did street s**t to a street n**ga and every time let him get caught
I had a best friend with a best friend, she a lesbian on dope
I got my gas in, I went to the Westin, I ain’t go to the Trump
Keep it a buck, I was just listening to Gucci and Jeezy, I ain’t listen to Pump
You a killer, you ride with wolves, why you tell on me, not into it
Park the car, they gon’ jump out the door
Catch you slipping, you get a reward, and they snatching my people for it
Got the keys, Alicia know it, geeking, Addy up, hitting the wood
In that cat with the Drac’ out the door

Oh, woah, woah
Why you telling n**gas we into it
Why you telling n**gas we going to war
I don’t even know about them boys
Oh, woah, woah
Nah, we ain’t tryna squash no wars
We ain’t tryna make peace with them boys
N**gas know money, deal and they
Woah, woah, woah
Whenever it’s war, then you gotta move
You send in your homie, you cut on the news
And I don’t even talk, I’m so confused
Woah, woah, woah
You getting indicted from the computer
I don’t even talk about no rumors
I pay rent, they’re in my sh*es
Oh, woah, woah

In the trenches, you don’t get a scholarship
A delivery, you sold to the cop or some
You remember, you hop in the car with them
Chase some h*es, you know I ain’t gon’ bother them
On parole, on the road with my partner ‘nem
You reload, reload, get outta there
He ain’t got it, you know that he outta there

Inside the track, it’s a red car
No cap, and I’m rapping my a*s off
Sipping a four with my pants off
Making me feel like a grandpa
You can go have you a shootout
Don’t mean you ain’t a killer, ’cause you ain’t gon’ land one
N**ga be bringing up pushing
Be around bushes, I’ma go lay in one
N**ga be p**sy, bringing up s**t they ain’t do
That’s why I don’t be saying nun’
Back in the day, with his mask and his MAC in his lap
We ain’t toting no handgun

Back in the day, with his head in his lap
From the MAC, I went to Cancun
I didn’t report last time I went to court, I took my last room
Hop on the back of the Benji, I want some candy
When you be bringing up high speed, you need a red key
I’m the type to hop on a flight with a warrant, you gotta catch me
I’m the type to pop me a pill with a orange juice, don’t catch me

Oh, woah, woah
Why you telling n**gas we into it
Why you telling n**gas we going to war
I don’t even know about them boys
Oh, woah, woah
Nah, we ain’t tryna squash no wars
We ain’t tryna make peace with them boys
N**gas know money, deal and they
Woah, woah, woah
Whenever it’s war, then you gotta move
You send in your homie, you cut on the news
And I don’t even talk, I’m so confused
Woah, woah, woah
You getting indicted from the computer
I don’t even talk about no rumors
I pay rent, they’re in my sh*es
Oh, woah, woah…

Written by Lil Durk & Chopsquad DJ
Album: Only The Family – Lil Durk Presents: Loyal Bros 2
Produced by Chopsquad DJ
Lil Durk | 2022

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