Booka600 - We Ball (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Durk] f** a footage Nuski died in my face I know I lost my father I seen the color of the tape His momma still mad so I gave her a break Break b**h, all OGs startin' to think that I'm fake Chino, Asap, Gudo, Moski, Tayski, I can't live without 'em Guda that zoo brother, I don't know him but heard a lot about him Get smoked if you talk without it Thinking about a pa** I doubt it Opps took so many factors had to go and pa** the choppa n***as k**ed yo' homie you ain't even ride Me and Booga from the Lam back to Ski drive Four of 'em extra, four of 'em 4-5 deep on Pluto four of 'em desperate Shootin' sh** with no mask on, f** it 'cause four of 'em catchin' Had a kick back on yo' block we poppin' up in every way Why he keep on talkin' like we won't turn him into a day n***as snaked me once then it's f** n***as And you know we m**m so they had to keep the blood in 'em This will knock you cold, ain't nobody put no slugs in 'em Smokin' on that Z-Go, fat head 22 tooka, lil' Marc jojo, yes we do it Gang! [Verse 2: Booka600] L'A lost his blood n***a If it was me the one they always had star n***a And we was havin' to hide this scars Long nights in them trenches shootouts bustin' f** the opp and smoke Rick up in the lobby Got 5 broads and they down for them bodies Nobody told, 6 ain't got no love in 'em n***as out spelling loyal ain't got no love in it These n***as bool and told me how it was n***a All eyes on us, don't trust n***as I feel his soul, pull a AK let up And the opp out here I ain't letting up on 'em Stello died for this sh** ain't letting up on 'em And I cried for this sh**, this sh** heavy on me [Verse 3: Lil Durk] Free all of my brothers I gotta go get 'em Can't tell you this story 'cause I'ma die with 'em You beefing with 4 and them, I cannot get in it If it's not a foreign I cannot get in it Nobody knows nobody knows Made this sh** when I was all in my feelings No story, we posted up all in the building Yo' homie had told but that not my business (he told) n***as be trippin' lil' n***a you know what you did It's crazy I heard you be f**in' with kids Yeah, heard you f**in' with kids (murderer) n***a we ballin' Money to the jail, lawyers and bails Money to the side in case they be callin' I'ma press what n***a be dodging We don't do this often Catch a opp and off him n***a we ball 600, 600, Snitch K 600, 600, Snitch K 600, 300, 300