Lil Durk – Risky

Lyrics Risky – Lil Durk

Why you run and got your gun, so you gon’ let him die
I come from a block, you catch a opp, you hit him twenty times
Catch a n**ga who you love to slide with, make a shooter cry
Can’t be ’round my dawg, I still’ll risk it, I know Zoo will drive
We tell bro nem, Chill, don’t gotta speed, this like a Uber ride
Pull up on my side, I got two Dracs, this s**t like suicide
Speedin’ on the E-way, off them pills, you don’t know who’ll crash
Backdoor, all across the city, you don’t know who the guys, n**ga

Keep a switch on me in case these n**gas hate and try to switch on me
F**k who you is, you try to play them games, I don’t show sympathy
Won’t hit none of my bros h*es, them b**ches keep on temptin’ me
My fingers hurt, demon on my opps, I don’t got energy

Buck, buck, b**ch, it’s macaroni time
Tell my opps to post the s**t in they close friends, they all dyin’
All my opps the same, every time they get caught, they a*s whinin’
All that s**t y’all said in the booth, that build up careers ain’t nothin’ slime
That’s my block, every gun I keep on me go, Drr-da-duh
Ask the opps, every time they see my face, they sugarfoot
Give me props, gave my block them turkey bags, Wukaduk
Just free Sah, you know shorty a*s gon’ rob, I get you took, n**ga

Let your seat up, bro
Hop out, hit his dome
Hop out, get ’em gone
Hop out, do ’em wrong
Just be prepared, you on your feet
You better not drop your phone
Tap that switch, don’t use it fully, you might just see his bros
Lil’ bro got jammed up for a body, he ain’t gon’ change his clothes
I say, When you chased ’em what you see He say, he chased his soul
Get on his a*s, he gon’ be easy, he be chasin’ h*es
Stand over him, last thing he see, that’s my favorite pose

Why you run and got your gun, so you gon’ let him die
I come from a block, you catch a opp, you hit him twenty times
Catch a n**ga, ooh, you love to slide We make a shooter cry
Can’t be ’round my dawg, I still’ll risk it, I know Zoo will drive
We tell bro nem, Chill, don’t gotta speed, this like a Uber ride
Pull up on my side, I got two Dracs, this s**t like suicide
Speedin’ on the E-way, off them pills, you don’t know who’ll crash
Backdoor, all across the city, you don’t know who the guys, n**ga

Grab your blick, bro
You ain’t never gave me s**t, you ain’t my big bro
Ask if I’m lyin’, I gave ’em Hellcats and pistols
I gave my b**ch my heart, uh, welcome to death row
B**ch, uh, yeah
You ain’t gon’ die about your dawg, but you gon’ die ’bout a b**ch
Man, you better shoot your gun until it’s gone then it click
We gon’ get it on, I’m with you right or wrong, that’s what it is
You a fraud, what’s in your cup, That’s melatonin, ain’t no drank
Got my Trackhawk bulletproof and it’s supercharged, this ain’t no tank
How you gon’ vouch for a n**ga who ain’t never kill s**t
His a*s ain’t got no rank
Catch a opp, but you lucky it’s Ramadan, hold on, I gotta pray
I gotta pray
I gotta pray

Why you run and got your gun, so you gon’ let him die
I come from a block, you catch a opp, you hit him twenty times
Catch a n**ga, ooh, you love to slide We make a shooter cry
Can’t be ’round my dawg, I still’ll risk it, I know Zoo will drive
We tell bro nem, Chill, don’t gotta speed, this like a Uber ride
Pull up on my side, I got two Dracs, this s**t like suicide
Speedin’ on the E-way, off them pills, you don’t know who’ll crash
Backdoor, all across the city, you don’t know who the guys, n**ga…

Written by Lil Durk, Chopsquad DJ
Album: 7220
Produced by Chopsquad DJ
Lil Durk | 2022

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