Lil Durk - Dying 2 Hit'em lyrics

[Chorus: Lil Durk] You was out playing them sports, I'm on the block with my killers While you was sitting on the porch, I'm off the porch with my ni**as They was on trial in court, your b*tch-ass giving descriptions Your b*tch-ass die in the course, you know we dying to get 'em, dying to hit 'em, yeah [Verse 1: Lil Durk] If you ain't gon' end this with a shootout, what you start it for? My mama told me get on this porch, mama, I start the wars Why the opps be claiming bodies they ain't shot before? I heard the opps get they sh*t dropped right at designer stores Foenem took like two, three Glocks, like, what you buying 'em for? Know an eater that want Chanel, I had to grab it for her Before he died, they walked up on him, what you lacking for? Switches, don't we got 'em? He say why we splat 'em? b*tch, that sh*t don't matter, b*tch, I'll die with my brother b*tch, you will die if you clutch, ain't no get back, he died for nothing Why you say my name in songs like we ain't make y'all blocks Y'all out fu*king with them ni**as, b*tch, we make y'all opps [Chorus: Lil Durk] You was out playing them sports (Yeah), I'm on the block with my killers (Get it) While you was sitting on the porch (Get it), I'm off the porch with my ni**as (Yeah) They was on trial in court (Get it), your b*tch-ass giving descriptions Your b*tch-ass die in the course, you know we dying to get 'em, dying to hit 'em [Verse 2: Slimelife Shawty] I'm dying to hit 'em, yeah, I ride with killers Test something like Brian Nickels, oh, he your twin? You dying with him fu*k it, let my slime kill him, riding through your hood, I'm mad as fu*k 'Cause I can't find ni**as, face-to-face, let's see if you gon' buck Boy, you gon' die in here, load up the Drac', I hop out, we face-to-face You and me, nobody safe, right there there your mama stay Lurking, look at the boy, he nervous Make sure if you shoot at me, b*tch, it better be worth it (Why?) 'Cause all my opps be mad as hell (Why?), 'cause I'm splurging Ain't talking 'bout on designer, on your head, b*tch, it's a Birkin Get 'em gone, hurry, you ain't gon' see me in that cut 'Cause I know how to play it, let me hear that sh*t you said [Chorus: Lil Durk] You was out playing them sports (Yeah), I'm on the block with my killers (Get it) While you was sitting on the porch (Get it), I'm off the porch with my ni**as (Yeah) They was on trial in court (Get it), your b*tch-ass giving descriptions Your b*tch-ass die in the course, you know we dying to get 'em, dying to hit 'em, yeah