In Town (feat. Lil Durk)
(Turn me up, Josh) ayy, let's go
(Trill on the Keys) ayy, let's go
Tryna get some sip on
Yeah (EastWave, you cooked this?)
My patience short, I can't go back and forth
I passed out pieces of my heart in hopes you leave a corpse
This the most murders in history, left the city torched
Maybe now they get the point
They wasn't with us when I had like 50 bows on Tubman Court (Ayo Bleu)
They can't question nothin', we got our rank up now
I stand up straight, I know at night they pray they take me down
I gave him assignments, and he promised to make me proud
Only way you get home safe is if we ain't in town
And if I am, he hit on, I'm tryna get somethin' sent home
Right where yo' partner rest in piss, they try to flush yo' shit on (bah-bah-bah)
But niggas track stars, I don't know why they act hard
Only shoot at backboards, makin' sure he don't survive
That's what we double back for, right now, I'm in rare form
Niggas only use they feet in shootouts, they got leg arms
He died 'fore he hit the ground, the first two shots was head, lungs (bah-bah-bah)
Bullets hittin', have you feelin' all over your body like its bedbugs
Four deep on the same block, a flunky had killed lil' dead homes
Niggas out here reppin' like they steppin', know they dead wrong
I can promise pain for yo' last name even once you gone
Hard times and sad songs, and blood spilled from guns drawn
My patience short, I can't go back and forth
I passed out pieces of my heart in hopes you leave a corpse
This the most murders in history, left the city torched
Maybe now they get the point
They wasn't with us when I had like 50 bows on Tubman Court
They can't question nothin', we got our rank up now
I stand up straight, I know at night they pray they take me down
I gave him assignments, and he promised to make me proud
Only way you get home safe is if we ain't in town
Can't call you my dawg if you ain't the one that's on the block with me (let's get it)
If you ever snake me one time ever, ain't no apologies (yeah-yeah-yeah)
Learned to fill up blocks before I filled out for some colleges
Few times, kicked it with some rivals, it turned out to be robberies (yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah)
Ever hit a stain on a hundred pounds? Gotta get it off
On parole, if that drive too long, I take them switches off (yeah, yeah-yeah)
They throw up signs, this picture for the feds, make sure you send it off (send it off)
Three hundred thousand for the Lamb' truck, I make the engine cough
I need drugs, I take prescription, I'm gifted (yeah-yeah)
And I can't tell you nothin', you gon' gossip all my business
I care 'bout my dawgs, not the blogs, I'm the trenches
When I'm thinkin' 'bout Von, I put an eight inside a mystic (yeah)
My patience short, I can't go back and forth
I passed out pieces of my heart in hopes you leave a corpse
This the most murders in history, left the city torched
Maybe now they get the point
They wasn't with us when I had like 50 bows on Tubman Court (Ayo Bleu)
They can't question nothin', we got our rank up now
I stand up straight, I know at night they pray they take me down
I gave him assignments, and he promised to make me proud
Only way you get home safe is if we ain't in town (in town)
(Trill on the Keys) ayy, let's go
Tryna get some sip on
Yeah (EastWave, you cooked this?)
My patience short, I can't go back and forth
I passed out pieces of my heart in hopes you leave a corpse
This the most murders in history, left the city torched
Maybe now they get the point
They wasn't with us when I had like 50 bows on Tubman Court (Ayo Bleu)
They can't question nothin', we got our rank up now
I stand up straight, I know at night they pray they take me down
I gave him assignments, and he promised to make me proud
Only way you get home safe is if we ain't in town
And if I am, he hit on, I'm tryna get somethin' sent home
Right where yo' partner rest in piss, they try to flush yo' shit on (bah-bah-bah)
But niggas track stars, I don't know why they act hard
Only shoot at backboards, makin' sure he don't survive
That's what we double back for, right now, I'm in rare form
Niggas only use they feet in shootouts, they got leg arms
He died 'fore he hit the ground, the first two shots was head, lungs (bah-bah-bah)
Bullets hittin', have you feelin' all over your body like its bedbugs
Four deep on the same block, a flunky had killed lil' dead homes
Niggas out here reppin' like they steppin', know they dead wrong
I can promise pain for yo' last name even once you gone
Hard times and sad songs, and blood spilled from guns drawn
My patience short, I can't go back and forth
I passed out pieces of my heart in hopes you leave a corpse
This the most murders in history, left the city torched
Maybe now they get the point
They wasn't with us when I had like 50 bows on Tubman Court
They can't question nothin', we got our rank up now
I stand up straight, I know at night they pray they take me down
I gave him assignments, and he promised to make me proud
Only way you get home safe is if we ain't in town
Can't call you my dawg if you ain't the one that's on the block with me (let's get it)
If you ever snake me one time ever, ain't no apologies (yeah-yeah-yeah)
Learned to fill up blocks before I filled out for some colleges
Few times, kicked it with some rivals, it turned out to be robberies (yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah)
Ever hit a stain on a hundred pounds? Gotta get it off
On parole, if that drive too long, I take them switches off (yeah, yeah-yeah)
They throw up signs, this picture for the feds, make sure you send it off (send it off)
Three hundred thousand for the Lamb' truck, I make the engine cough
I need drugs, I take prescription, I'm gifted (yeah-yeah)
And I can't tell you nothin', you gon' gossip all my business
I care 'bout my dawgs, not the blogs, I'm the trenches
When I'm thinkin' 'bout Von, I put an eight inside a mystic (yeah)
My patience short, I can't go back and forth
I passed out pieces of my heart in hopes you leave a corpse
This the most murders in history, left the city torched
Maybe now they get the point
They wasn't with us when I had like 50 bows on Tubman Court (Ayo Bleu)
They can't question nothin', we got our rank up now
I stand up straight, I know at night they pray they take me down
I gave him assignments, and he promised to make me proud
Only way you get home safe is if we ain't in town (in town)
Credits
Writer(s): Durk Banks, Royce Monroe Coffin, Braylen Rembert, George Stone, Joshua Samuel, Daiki Ishii
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