(Intro)
(Female laghing)
fu*k you laughing at b*tch?
WOOO
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
(Chorus)
ni**a we real GDK
fu*k all them black flags, try spinning my block we spin right back (wait)
Where your strap at?
Roll the window down it go tat tat
Put a hole in his head like a dolphin
Everybody in whip strap strapped
Different 9's like we in the army
(?)
No new friends these ni**as be fu*king with cops
30 for 30 my ni**as be playing with mops
Feel like Cheif Keef in his prime boy gonna flock go keep flockin
And you know I won't stop, stop, stop
(Verse 1)
I came here to kill
I should've just signed me a deal
I guess I'm too deep in the field
Money coming now I wear what I wеar
The fiends callin' yeah thеy all on my air
Street ni**a, once you gone they forget
Politicing on my name (?)
Mother fu*ker I was never no snitch
I was the only one doing drills
(?)
fu*ked up what they did to Nicky mother fu*ker should've had his fu*king blicky
Try running, we get him, now I got blood on my denim
He think he a bad guy
Until I pull up with some (?) sh*t
Oh he think Ima catch him
Wait until I hop out
Hit his eyes, and he wildin like a bad b*tch when she give a blow job
(Chorus)
ni**a we real GDK
fu*k all them black flags, try spinning my block we spin right back (wait)
Where your strap at?
Roll the window down it go tat tat
Put a hole in his head like a dolphin
Everybody in whip strap strapped
Different 9's like we in the army
(?)
No new friends these ni**as be fu*king with cops
30 for 30 my ni**as be playing with mops
Feel like Cheif Keef in his prime boy gonna flock go keep flockin
And you know I won't stop, stop, stop
(Verse 2)
I'm getting this breesh boy get your cheddar up
FTO ain't no letting up
Give him a chest shot he ain't getting up
Now the doctors gotta wire him up
Bullets to big, ni**a no stitching that
He breathing so hard call an Asthma attack
I was a kid when ni**as was Woooing back
RIP to Pop Smoke what we been through
ni**a we been through sh*t
Penitentiary, from the (?), jail halls ain't no visiting
Ride along every time that we see a crip
ni**as come home and they won't even mention it
Like what's all the fuss about?
ni**as saying Ike's name better watch your mouth
ni**as gonna find out where your momma house
Now that boy scared taking longer routes
(Chorus)
ni**a we real GDK
fu*k all them black flags, try spinning my block we spin right back (wait)
Where your strap at?
Roll the window down it go tat tat
Put a hole in his head like a dolphin
Everybody in whip strap strapped
Different 9's like we in the army
(?)
No new friends these ni**as be fu*king with cops
30 for 30 my ni**as be playing with mops
Feel like Cheif Keef in his prime boy gonna flock go keep flockin
And you know I won't stop, stop, stop