Risky - Lil Durk.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作曲 : Durk Banks/Darrel Jackson
[00:00.0][Intro]
[00:03.65](Oh yeah, I'm finna make a banger with this one)
[00:08.98](DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
[00:11.37][Chorus]
[00:11.76]Why you runnin'? Ain't got your gun so you gon' let him die?
[00:14.65]I come from a block you catch a opp, you hit him twenty times
[00:17.63]Catch a nigga, ooh, you love to slide? We make a shooter cry
[00:20.93]Can't be 'round my dawg, I still'll risk it, I know Zoo will drive
[00:24.62]We tell bro nem, "Chill, don't gotta speed, this/just like a Uber ride"
[00:27.5]Pull up on my side, I got two Dracs', this shit like suicide
[00:30.6]Speedin' on the E-way, off them pills, you don't know who'll crash
[00:33.38]Back though
[00:34.11]All across the city, you don't know who to gas (Nigga)
[00:36.46][Verse 1]
[00:37.4]Keep the switch on me in case these niggas hate and try to switch on me
[00:40.16]**** who you is, you try to play them games, I don't show sympathy
[00:43.57]Won't hit none of my bros hoes, them bitches keep on temptin' me
[00:47.16]My fingers hurt, demon on my opps, I don't got energy
[00:49.74]Bug-bug
[00:50.75]Bitch, it's macaroni time
[00:52.90]Tell my opps to post the shit in they close friends, they all dyin'
[00:55.83]All my opps the same
[00:57.6]Every time they get caught, they ass whinin'
[00:58.84]All that shit y'all said in the booth, the bullet [?] ain't nothin' slime
[01:02.16]That's my block
[01:04.53]Every gun I keep on me go, "Drr-da-duh"
[01:05.38]Ask the opps
[01:06.40]Every time they see my face, they sure go sweet
[01:08.47]Give me props, gave my block them turkey bags, who could do?
[01:11.68]Just free Sah
[01:12.38]You know shorty ass gon' rob, I get you took, nigga
[01:15.85]Let you see the bro
[01:16.67]Hop out, hit his dome (Hit his dome)
[01:18.21]Hop out, get 'em gone (Get 'em gone)
[01:19.84]Hop out, do 'em wrong (Do 'em wrong)
[01:21.47]Just be prepared, you on your feet, you better not drop your phone (Drop your phone)
[01:24.60]Tap that switch, don't use it, fool, you might just see his bros
[01:28.2]Lil' bro got jumped off for a body, he ain't gon' change his clothes
[01:30.96]I say, "When you chased 'em what you see?"
[01:32.11]He say, he chased his soul
[01:35.76]Get on his ass, he gon' be easy, he be chasin' hoes
[01:37.43]Stand over him, last thing he see, that's my favorite pose
[01:39.51][Chorus]
[01:40.8]Why you runnin'? Ain't got your gun so you gon' let him die?
[01:42.94]I come from a block you catch a opp, you hit him twenty times
[01:46.4]Catch a nigga, ooh, you love to slide? We make a shooter cry
[01:49.11]Can't be 'round my dawg, I still'll risk it, I know Zoo will drive
[01:52.37]We tell bro nem, "Chill, don't gotta speed, this/just like a Uber ride"
[01:55.63]Pull up on my side, I got two Dracs', this shit like suicide
[01:58.61]Speedin' on the E-way, off them pills, you don't know who'll crash
[02:01.64]Back though
[02:02.56]All across the city, you don't know who to gas (Nigga)
[02:05.1][Verse 2]
[02:05.37]Grab your blick', bro (Grab your blick', bro)
[02:08.25]You ain't never gave me shit, you ain't my big bro
[02:11.13]Ask if I'm lyin', I gave 'em Hellcats and pistols
[02:14.35]I gave my bitch my heart, uh, welcome to death row
[02:18.10]Bitch, uh, yeah
[02:19.85]You ain't gon' die about your dawg but you gon' die 'bout a bitch
[02:23.99]Man, you better shoot your gun until it's gone then it click
[02:27.23]We gon' get it on, I'm with you right or wrong, that's what it is
[02:30.14]You a fivesome in your cup, that's Melatonin, ain't no drank
[02:33.58]Got my Trackhawk all bulletproof and it's supercharged, this ain't no tank
[02:36.41]How you gon' vouch for a nigga who ain't never kill shit? His ass ain't got no rank
[02:39.85]Catch a opp but you lucky it's Ramadan, hol' on, I gotta pray (Haha, ooh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
[02:43.19]I gotta pray (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
[02:49.41]I gotta pray
[02:55.80][Chorus]
[02:56.8]Why you runnin'? Ain't got your gun so you gon' let him die?
[02:58.66]I come from a block you catch a opp, you hit him twenty times
[03:01.68]Catch a nigga, ooh, you love to slide? We make a shooter cry
[03:04.89]Can't be 'round my dawg, I still'll risk it, I know Zoo will drive
[03:08.1]We tell bro nem, "Chill, don't gotta speed, this/just like a Uber ride"
[03:11.10]Pull up on my side, I got two Dracs', this shit like suicide
[03:14.27]Speedin' on the E-way, off them pills, you don't know who'll crash
[03:17.51]Back though
[03:18.35]All across the city, you don't know who to gas (Nigga)
文本歌词
作曲 : Durk Banks/Darrel Jackson
(Oh yeah, I'm finna make a banger with this one)
(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
Why you runnin'? Ain't 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 nigga, 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/just like a Uber ride"
Pull up on my side, I got two Dracs', this shit like suicide
Speedin' on the E-way, off them pills, you don't know who'll crash
Back though
All across the city, you don't know who to gas (Nigga)
Keep the switch on me in case these niggas hate and try to switch on me
**** who you is, you try to play them games, I don't show sympathy
Won't hit none of my bros hoes, them bitches keep on temptin' me
My fingers hurt, demon on my opps, I don't got energy
Bug-bug
Bitch, it's macaroni time
Tell my opps to post the shit in they close friends, they all dyin'
All my opps the same
Every time they get caught, they ass whinin'
All that shit y'all said in the booth, the bullet 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 sure go sweet
Give me props, gave my block them turkey bags, who could do?
Just free Sah
You know shorty ass gon' rob, I get you took, nigga
Let you see the bro
Hop out, hit his dome (Hit his dome)
Hop out, get 'em gone (Get 'em gone)
Hop out, do 'em wrong (Do 'em wrong)
Just be prepared, you on your feet, you better not drop your phone (Drop your phone)
Tap that switch, don't use it, fool, you might just see his bros
Lil' bro got jumped off 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 ass, he gon' be easy, he be chasin' hoes
Stand over him, last thing he see, that's my favorite pose
Why you runnin'? Ain't 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 nigga, 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/just like a Uber ride"
Pull up on my side, I got two Dracs', this shit like suicide
Speedin' on the E-way, off them pills, you don't know who'll crash
Back though
All across the city, you don't know who to gas (Nigga)
Grab your blick', bro (Grab your blick', bro)
You ain't never gave me shit, you ain't my big bro
Ask if I'm lyin', I gave 'em Hellcats and pistols
I gave my bitch my heart, uh, welcome to death row
Bitch, uh, yeah
You ain't gon' die about your dawg but you gon' die 'bout a bitch
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 fivesome in your cup, that's Melatonin, ain't no drank
Got my Trackhawk all bulletproof and it's supercharged, this ain't no tank
How you gon' vouch for a nigga who ain't never kill shit? His ass ain't got no rank
Catch a opp but you lucky it's Ramadan, hol' on, I gotta pray (Haha, ooh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I gotta pray (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I gotta pray
Why you runnin'? Ain't 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 nigga, 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/just like a Uber ride"
Pull up on my side, I got two Dracs', this shit like suicide
Speedin' on the E-way, off them pills, you don't know who'll crash
Back though
All across the city, you don't know who to gas (Nigga)