Lil Durk - Figi Shots lyrics

[Hook: Rowdy Rebel] For Kokane, we still get trippy Cause for Kokane, we still get busy But RIP my lil bro Speedy Tomorrow night we giving figis Cause for Kokane, we still get trippy And for Kokane, we still get busy But RIP my lil bro Speedy Tomorrow night we giving figis Tomorrow night we giving figis Tomorrow night we giving figis [Verse 1: Rowdy Rebel] On your your block with a semi Cueno, give that boy a figi Jordan, give that boy a figi RIP my lil bro Speedy Give us the shmoney, boy we greedy Or we gon' keep k**ing for Speedy Cause we k** for the squad if it's necessary So this lil boy gon' get his figi shot Now start hangin' in a cemetery I post up with the squad on the fifty Glock [Hook: Rowdy Rebel] For Kokane, we still get trippy Cause for Kokane, we still get busy But RIP my lil bro Speedy Tomorrow night we giving figis Cause for Kokane, we still get trippy And for Kokane, we still get busy But RIP my lil bro Speedy Tomorrow night we giving figis Tomorrow night we giving figis Tomorrow night we giving figis [Verse 2: Lil Durk] These b**hes shut up Bank bank crazy, get them wad up Tell a n***a catch up, no let up on his a** with riders Choppers and MACs with lasers RIP Nuskey, free Nine, and b**h I pull a caper Finger f** the nina, I rape her Smoke opps out a swisher sweet Headshot if you think I'm sweet 10K, you dead in a week Put one in your head, you sleep-in' And b**h I feel like cops and robbers You try one of my n***as and get caught like lobsters I just spent a band on Robins All black like Batman but ain't no Robin [Hook: Rowdy Rebel] For Kokane, we still get trippy Cause for Kokane, we still get busy But RIP my lil bro Speedy Tomorrow night we giving figis Cause for Kokane, we still get trippy And for Kokane, we still get busy But RIP my lil bro Speedy Tomorrow night we giving figis Tomorrow night we giving figis Tomorrow night we giving figis [Verse 3: Rowdy Rebel] I done lost too many guys, I lost plenty Get some Henny, load them things Tell 'em that you're busy, now your boys gon' run 'em down From a youngin we tote Glizzys We them boys out in our city Shooting Glocks 'til it's empty so don't even f** around Tell the p**y if he tempt me I design 'em like a Fendi Slide up on him real gently Figi shot, I spin around Cause it's G.U.N. 'til the end n***a So tell a friend, tell a friend n***a