Lil Durk - On Em Lyrics

Gang, yeah
Get It Gang
Hop Out Gang
Jump Out Gang

Money got me super trippin', bitch
Balmain super different, bitch
Since a kid I been that nigga, bitch
She ain't mad she that nigga, bitch
Glock .40 run up and get hit
Turn up on 'em, foe'nem be lit
Miss a shot, bend a block through they shit
Hood love 'em we ain't tweakin' shit
Point 'em out, foe'nem T up on 'em
You came with nothin', foe'nem T up on 'em
Yo' ass stuntin', foe'nem T up on 'em
Yo' ass a lame, foe'nem T up on 'em

Shooter shoot the shooter
You could meet the rugga
Foe'nem take his noodles
We only ate some noodles
Member strugglin' stupid, we was never stupid
D-Light goin' crazy, yeah yeah yeah
Niggas tried to kill me, pussy you ain't there
Niggas said we kin, you was never there
You was makin' store, I was makin' bail
Niggas smokin' blunt I was breakin' laws
Never took a loss, I was reppin' L's
Smokin' Tooka blunt, smokin' Shondale
Have a .40 on me, opp been tryna kill
I can't go like that, I ain't bro like that
Rest in peace Nuski, why they score like that
Forty city shit, I could tour like that
Rap money turn it into trap
Shoot 'Em Up Gang, I be into that
Drive-by Gang, I be into that
I be in the streets while you internet, L
Can't post up c'ause they'll ride on me
Before the fame had the Mac on me
Please try me, welcome mat on me (come in, brrt-baow)

Money got me super trippin', bitch
Balmain super different, bitch
Since a kid I been that nigga, bitch
She ain't mine, she that nigga bitch
Glock .40 run up and get hit
Turn up on 'em, foe'nem be lit
Miss a shot, bend a block through they shit
Hood love 'em we ain't tweakin' shit
Point 'em out, foe'nem T up on 'em
You came with nothin', foe'nem T up on 'em
Yo' ass stuntin', foe'nem T up on 'em
Yo' ass a lame, foe'nem T up on 'em

Robbers rob the robber, nigga I'ma problem
Always kept a lama put it on my momma
Foe'nem with the drama
Father God I'ma drop 'em
Only reason not, pussy he a tell
Only if he live, mean he gotta go
Catch him off in traffic, pussy better blow
We gon' change the score, he gon' be a post
Niggas gon' be gone, while we do the most
Streets say I done went Hollywood
Bitch, I'm OG Bobby Johnson Good
If it was me, bitch, you probably would
Rappin' all about the gang shit
Last time you was in the hood, huh? (Answer that)
When the last time you was in the hood? Pussy
I'm a B-O-N nigga
I don't fuck with none of you niggas
Shoot a nigga in his shit
Cuff a nigga face up
Bitches wanna talk shit
In the trap I bake some
Niggas talkin' 'bout robbin'
Bitch ain't never take none

Money got me super trippin', bitch
Balmain super different, bitch
Since a kid I been that nigga, bitch
She ain't mine, she that nigga bitch
Glock .40 run up and get hit
Turn up on 'em, foe'nem be lit
Miss a shot, bend a block through they shit
Hood love 'em we ain't tweakin' shit
Point 'em out, foe'nem T up on 'em
You came with nothin', foe'nem T up on 'em
Yo' ass stuntin', foe'nem T up on 'em
Yo' ass a lame, foe'nem T up on 'em