[Intro: Lil Durk]
I affiliate my self with real n***as
Y'all ain't know that did y'all
Y'all got to though
You hear me
Everybody got squares in they circle
Kicked all ours out though you know
[Hook: Lil Durk]
Ayy, what's up with them shootas
Shout out to them n***as that's gon do ya
Ayy, what's up with them real n***as
Shout out to them n***as in the field n***a
Jack boys, jack boys
You play with my n***as and they gon
Jack boys, jack boys, jack boys
My n***as they k**as and they gon
Jack boys
[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Ayy, in that choppa Frank Lucas
Ayy, shout out to my shootas
Ayy, my n***as they so ruthless
Ayy, don't run up got a Ruger
Ayy, my Rollie match my Cubans
Ayy, my new lil b**h is Cuban
Ayy, designer
Ayy, I dream in my designer
Ayy, f** all the dead opps
Ayy, shout out to that head shot
Ayy, I a-a-ain't scared y'all
Ayy, free my n***as from the Feds y'all
Ayy, n***as hate on me and sh**
Ayy, I be sellin' that D and sh**
Ayy, your b**h f**in' on me and sh**
Ayy, why y'all mad at me and sh**
Lets get it
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Lil Reese]
My n***as they k**as and they some jack boys
Don't call my phone for a feature, I text you know it
Stalking b**h up on my line
I had to press ignore
Ridin' round with the slammer
I'm never paranoid
On papers and I still tote that
You know it
Most my n***as out on bond
And we ain't paranoid
If you up it and you got it
Then you bout to blow it
And we don't fall out for no b**hes
Cuz they all goin'
Got them fifties and them hundreds
For my jack boys
Threw them fifties and them hundreds
Where my jack boys
Ayy, and he say he a shoota
But ayy, Lil Durk What's up with them shootas
[Hook]