Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Durk
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Durk Banks
Songwriter
Joshua Luellen
Songwriter
Lesidney Ragland
Songwriter
Konstantinos Latos
Songwriter
Brian Roke
Songwriter
Bryan Simmons
Songwriter
Sosa Jigga
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Southside
Producer
TM88
Producer
Nuki
Producer
@nfeparis
Producer
Jigga sosa
Producer
TooDope
Producer
jusvibes
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Aye, this shit like videos, you hear me?
Everythin' I'm sayin' in this motherfucker's all props (This shit is not real)
Just in case the police listenin', know what I'm sayin'? (High-speed music)
Smurk, slide, slide, slide (Man, wh-)
[Chorus]
Don't respond to shit with Von (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm like, "Fuck it, you trippin', go get your gun" (Let's get it, get, gun)
They droppin' locations, I'm gettin' it done (Woo, woo, woo, gang)
Fuck tweetin', we slidin', the feds are comin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah, man, what?)
He fuckin' his bitches, them **** his sons (Bitches, ****, let's get it)
I'm hangin' with killers, we breakin' a bond (Yeah, yeah, yeah, bond)
They really don't mean it, he say it in songs (Yeah, mean it, say it, songs)
They really don't mean it, he play it in songs (Pussy, bitch, bitch)
[Verse 1]
We been slidin' through they blocks and they don't know we have
Buddy ass got shot and we ain't claim it, but I can show his ass
**** actin' like they really like that since my brodie died (Von)
Just got out the feds, you bring up murders with your police ass (Pussy)
I told Von to leave that bitch alone, she post on OnlyFans (Yeah, eater)
Catch 'em at apartments they be in 'cause that's our only chance
They don't be outside like you think they ass be on the 'Gram
Old opps fuckin' with my new opps, oh, man (Brrah)
That shit merched, we been through there, that shit like ghost land
My brother DThang just got killed and I been slow since (Gang, gang, gang)
But we got back on they ass, I bet they know this (Brrah)
And on bro, I'm speakin' facts, this ain't no diss (This ain't no diss)
Keep the police out my business, we don't post shit (We don't post shit)
Trigger Happy, I be with Zoonem and we on 46 ('Wop, 'Wop)
They like, "Durk, his ass a singer, he won't smoke shit" (Yeah, yeah)
You can believe whatever you want, I got your folks hit (Ah, ha)
[Chorus]
Don't respond to shit with Von (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm like, "Fuck it, you trippin', go get your gun" (Let's get it, get, gun)
They droppin' locations, I'm gettin' it done (Woo, woo, woo, gang)
Fuck tweetin', we slidin', the feds are comin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah, man, what?)
He fuckin' his bitches, them **** his sons (Bitches, ****, let's get it)
I'm hangin' with killers, we breakin' a bond (Yeah, yeah, yeah, bond)
They really don't mean it, he say it in songs (Yeah, mean it, say it, songs)
They really don't mean it, he play it in songs (Pussy, bitch, bitch)
[Verse 2]
"You talkin' 'bout me in "Pissed Me Off?", and I'm like, "Yes" (Yes)
If you feel some type of way, you better slide and get revenge (Brrah)
He say therapy ain't helpin', he been killin' for a cleanse (Slide)
She said she ain't really got shit, but she so thirsty for a Benz
I just made her suck my dick and I just nutted on her chin (Bitch)
I been feelin' like Rico, I just fucked her in my Timbs (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
For school, he save no pen, he'd rather carry him a gen' (Five)
A ten, FN, Perc' 10, I'm sayin', he spin (Ten, N, Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You need a pill to slide, he off all them milligrams, he been a fan (Bitch)
I seen **** really killin' shit, post shit on Instagram (Pussy)
You doin' that, you might as well go to court and say you killed the man
I don't claim **** who be with opps, I try to reel 'em in
The trenches like a sport, you grab that ball and turn a killer, man (Pussy)
Switches on me, all face shots, we changin' dental plans
All fast cars, make it skrrt, we don't do rental vans
I can have your homie set you up, his ass a middleman (Ah, ha)
[Verse 3]
Don't respond to shit with Von (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm like, "Fuck it, you trippin', go get your gun" (Let's get it, get, gun)
They droppin' locations, I'm gettin' it done (Woo, woo, woo, gang)
Fuck tweetin', we slidin', the feds are comin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah, man, what?)
He fuckin' his bitches, them **** his sons (Bitches, ****, let's get it)
I'm hangin' with killers, we breakin' a bond (Yeah, yeah, yeah, bond)
They really don't mean it, he say it in songs (Yeah, mean it, say it, songs)
They really don't mean it, he play it in songs (Pussy, bitch, bitch)
[Verse 4]
Ah, ha
Written by: Brian Roke, Bryan Lamar Simmons, Durk Banks, Joshua Luellen, Konstantinos Latos, Lesidney Ragland