Set It Off (Explicit)

Set It Off (Explicit) - Lil Durk

Lyrics by：Durk Banks/Darrel Jackson

Composed by：Durk Banks/Darrel Jackson

Produced by：Chop Squad DJ

Know I love my niggas man to death

Free Nine

I can't change for no ***** no money no nothing

Yeah

My loyalty's to my brothers to these streets you dig

Gang woah

What you know 'bout trigger hands with dummy

Get at dummy

What you know 'bout warrin' over money yeah baby

365 tryna make it through the Summer

Though the Summer

What you know 'bout lawyers bein' for the public

I just told my niggas I can't go broke no

Get at l

I just told my jeweler need an audemar

Audemar

I hit the lot and cop a foreign car

Like I can't believe it

Fake h*es say no ay

Fly **** better clothes ay

Chopppers and dracos ay

I remember late shows ay

Crack 'til the bank close ay

****** one of Drake's h*es ay

Stashin' in the straight A ay

One from you AAP ay

One time pop out slide

Get killed you go outside

Not unless the mob's outside

Never read keep my mouth quiet

Shoes cost to feed your boy ay

Free the guys till they outside

Four hundred bands that's why y'all mad

Silent hip that's why y'all mad

Let it off

In the roof and the hood like set it off

Front me a brick I'ma get it off

Since I was five I been a boss

Swag OC I'm a king is go

King is go

He run and got out but I ain't seen the boy

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

What you know 'bout trigger hands with dummy

Get at dummy

What you know 'bout warrin' over money yeah baby

365 tryna make it through the Summer

Through the Summer

What you know 'bout lawyers bein' for the public

I just told my niggas I can't go broke no more

I can't hell

I just told my jeweler I need an audemar

Audemar

I hit the lot and cop a foreign car

Like I can't believe it

No no now to stay

Always shots nowhere to play

My life so crazy now

Spent eight on the section said Section 8

I bought my mom a new crib

No more rent being late

I told my great she get to roll

And that's my ride ok

Bar money brick money

Car money stick money

Give a ***** nine dollars

A ho can't get **** from me

I used to sell soap

Gino ran out of coke

I hit 16 I had to tote

Because those killers ain't a joke

And I was tired of being broke

And I was tired of being poor

Kick door kick door

I take it all and get gone

72 hours in a room

I never rat so get owned

You had to rat to get on

Yeah yeah

What you know 'bout trigger hands with dummy

Get at dummy

What you know 'bout warrin' over money yeah baby

365 tryna make it through the Summer

Though the Summer

What you know 'bout lawyers bein' for the public

I just told my niggas I can't go broke no more

Out get hells

I just told my jeweler I need an audemar

Audemar

I hit the lot and cop a foreign car

Like I can't believe it