Zayy Marcel - Durkio Mode Lyrics

I rock with my brothers, yeah
I rock with my brothers, they a go down with me
But the love be fake, got to watch my niggas
I be leaning off purp, got to watch my kidneys
I pop me a perc, had to come to my senses
I be too damn high, feel like Wayne No Ceilings
I be on her mind, don't know if she a ride, just know when we vibe, she play with my glizzy
Pop off on the grind, we be up like 50
Yeah we came from the streets but a nigga got feelings
But I roll up pain, blow it out in a swisher
Can't change how we live 'cause it ain't that simple
Cause if a nigga move weird, he'll get knocked off glitching
We be up in the streets with the Jeep doors missing
3 K's up in the whip, finally lynch him
Hard with the strap, but without it, no difference
We'll beat yo ass like the Bad Boy Pistons
Watch how you act in front of them bitches
Cause you can't turn back once you got that image
You turned yo back, pussy keep yo distance
Light his ass up like the tree 'fore Christmas
Roll with the demons but we all be Christians
2 or 3 racks just stuffed in my denims
Got to move smarter, got to dodge that sentence
They a rather see us dead or inside them prisons
So I speak from the heart, make sure they feel me
I'm a push so hard that my skin start peeling
'Cause I came from the slums, got my shit from stealing
Then I took them drugs 'cause I thought they healed me
And I love them slugs, so nigga don't tempt me
Got fucked up trust, so never come near me
Ain't got much love, feel the world against me
They mad I lucked up, now they filled with envy
Now they done fucked up, I done upped that semi
It's a cold, bold world, know the streets get busy
Got the heat on me now, 'case a nigga get chilly
Versace shoes but the belt say Fendi
Want smoke right now, lil nigga pipe down, we a dish shit out like we shoot chimneys
30 rounds, yea we up right now, yea we'll make our rounds, til the clip go empty (yea)
Got to watch yo homie (watch yo homie, watch yo homie)
Got to watch yo brother (got to watch yo brother, got to watch yo niggas)
Got to watch yo homie, yeah (got to watch yo brother, got to watch them, got to watch them)
Got to watch yo brother, got to watch yo niggas (better watch yo brother)
Can't choose which blick so I'm packing them both
Can't choose which twin so I'm bagging them both
Tilt up they chin, fall back to they throat
Know I'm gone win, just lacking the hope
So I pretend, fuck life as it goes
Never broke again, throw the bag on the floor
That's not our mans, if he ain't gone blow
Dawgs in that pen, lord bless they souls
Know we stand on 10, 'til they come back home
Can't impress yo friends, know that shit get old
Just count them bands and the real gone show
You'll get knocked off when, niggas halt my growth
Lord hold my sins, when the times get low
Show all they plans, 'fore I hit that road
Shorty blow like fans, know his heart get cold
Catch you out by chance, better keep yo pole
And if you got that shit on you, then hide it then
Promethazine with the Vicodin
Know when we shoot, know we do it reclusive
I'll choose the casket you lying in
Drop you in yo own city you hiding in
Fuck on yo bitch and she go right back home, it ain't no guarantee when she'll slide again
But just knowing me she gone ride again
Got to watch my brother (got to watch my brother)
Got to watch my homie (got to watch my homie)
Got to watch these bitches (got to watch these bitches)
Got to watch these snitches (got to watch these snitches)
Got to watch these hoes (got to watch these hoes)
Got to watch them pros (got to watch them pros)
Got to watch my bros (got to watch my bros)
Can't stand for the low (can't stand for the low)
Got to watch yo homie (watch yo homie, watch yo homie)
Got to watch yo brother (got to watch yo brother, got to watch yo niggas)
Got to watch yo homie, yeah (got to watch yo brother, got to watch them, got to watch them)
Got to watch yo brother, got to watch yo niggas (better watch yo brother)

I rock with my brothers, yeah
I rock with my brothers, they a go down with me
But the love be fake, got to watch my niggas
I be leaning off purp, got to watch my kidneys
I pop me a perc, had to come to my senses
I be too damn high, feel like Wayne No Ceilings
I be on her mind, don't know if she a ride, just know when we vibe, she play with my glizzy
Pop off on the grind, we be up like 50
Yeah we came from the streets but a nigga got feelings
But I roll up pain, blow it out in a swisher
Can't change how we live 'cause it ain't that simple
Cause if a nigga move weird, he'll get knocked off glitching
We be up in the streets with the Jeep doors missing
3 K's up in the whip, finally lynch him
Hard with the strap, but without it, no difference
We'll beat yo ass like the Bad Boy Pistons
Watch how you act in front of them bitches
Cause you can't turn back once you got that image
You turned yo back, pussy keep yo distance
Light his ass up like the tree 'fore Christmas
Roll with the demons but we all be Christians
2 or 3 racks just stuffed in my denims
Got to move smarter, got to dodge that sentence
They a rather see us dead or inside them prisons
So I speak from the heart, make sure they feel me
I'm a push so hard that my skin start peeling
'Cause I came from the slums, got my shit from stealing
Then I took them drugs 'cause I thought they healed me
And I love them slugs, so nigga don't tempt me
Got fucked up trust, so never come near me
Ain't got much love, feel the world against me
They mad I lucked up, now they filled with envy
Now they done fucked up, I done upped that semi
It's a cold, bold world, know the streets get busy
Got the heat on me now, 'case a nigga get chilly
Versace shoes but the belt say Fendi
Want smoke right now, lil nigga pipe down, we a dish shit out like we shoot chimneys
30 rounds, yea we up right now, yea we'll make our rounds, til the clip go empty (yea)
Got to watch yo homie (watch yo homie, watch yo homie)
Got to watch yo brother (got to watch yo brother, got to watch yo niggas)
Got to watch yo homie, yeah (got to watch yo brother, got to watch them, got to watch them)
Got to watch yo brother, got to watch yo niggas (better watch yo brother)
Can't choose which blick so I'm packing them both
Can't choose which twin so I'm bagging them both
Tilt up they chin, fall back to they throat
Know I'm gone win, just lacking the hope
So I pretend, fuck life as it goes
Never broke again, throw the bag on the floor
That's not our mans, if he ain't gone blow
Dawgs in that pen, lord bless they souls
Know we stand on 10, 'til they come back home
Can't impress yo friends, know that shit get old
Just count them bands and the real gone show
You'll get knocked off when, niggas halt my growth
Lord hold my sins, when the times get low
Show all they plans, 'fore I hit that road
Shorty blow like fans, know his heart get cold
Catch you out by chance, better keep yo pole
And if you got that shit on you, then hide it then
Promethazine with the Vicodin
Know when we shoot, know we do it reclusive
I'll choose the casket you lying in
Drop you in yo own city you hiding in
Fuck on yo bitch and she go right back home, it ain't no guarantee when she'll slide again
But just knowing me she gone ride again
Got to watch my brother (got to watch my brother)
Got to watch my homie (got to watch my homie)
Got to watch these bitches (got to watch these bitches)
Got to watch these snitches (got to watch these snitches)
Got to watch these hoes (got to watch these hoes)
Got to watch them pros (got to watch them pros)
Got to watch my bros (got to watch my bros)
Can't stand for the low (can't stand for the low)
Got to watch yo homie (watch yo homie, watch yo homie)
Got to watch yo brother (got to watch yo brother, got to watch yo niggas)
Got to watch yo homie, yeah (got to watch yo brother, got to watch them, got to watch them)
Got to watch yo brother, got to watch yo niggas (better watch yo brother)