500 Homicides Lyrics - Remember My Name - Lil Durk

Oh!, these niggas ain't gangstas 

Stay tryna take my lil homie off the streets huh 

Free 'Nine bitch! 

We still got real niggas out here (so everybody gangsta now huh?) 

Where you from nigga? 

Free the gas man, you ain't from where we from 

I told my niggas we gon' make it man 

It's a fucking movement man 

We a fucking family, we ain't a gang 

OTF, (SQUAD!) 

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These niggas is bitches, getting info from bitches 

Go and tell to the piggies 

I'm tryna get riches, and stay on that business 

3 bro niggas snitching, my case almost over 

You lucky it wasn't pendant 

I put 2 in his limit, this 4-5 a limit 

Extended clip for his niggas 

And he ain't shit to his niggas 

We don't hesitate, from DD and Bébé's just know that the opps ain't never safe 

Load up the Glock, and reload the 8 

Do a drill on the op, no clones I see dots 

ACGs for the God's church and one power rock 

I'm on the block 

Hope my tape don't flop, and it go gold when it drop 

I'm not a liar, start D'ing them baggies, and we risking indictment 

Just to get flier than the first day ticket, united 300, the riot 

Murder murder, kill kill, in the jam I'll never squeal 

My label only time I deal 

I fuck with GB's most king snapes, foes into niggas under kneel 

Silver spoon, you don't know how hunger feel 

Dreaming 'bout 100 mil, step on that kerb with 100 pills 

Western Union money to bro and them, in the cell doing 20 years 

And I lost a couple of these niggas, and they ain't never seen 20 years, oh! 

Heard them die when I was out of town, shit happen when I'm not around 

Slide through every opp block and we up shots till they not around 

Thought we was keepin' it in the streets? 

They mad I'm in the winner seat, from the summer time 'till winter breeze 

And choppa squeeze, bitch go blaat, blaat, blaat! 

I ain't even gotta rap, (rap, rap) racks in 'em trap (trap, trap) 

One time no light bulb, bro n 'em got a lamp, (lamp, lamp) 

Where you from you ain't stamped (stamp, stamp) 

Niggas know we the champ (champ, champ) 

Got niggas sneak dissin', it ain't rap 

Make a real nigga gotta spit facts 

Got some niggas saying keep it only rap 

That's how these old niggas stay on the map 

Headshot, we ain't getting into that 

Niggas tellin' hands full of pins and packs 

Grab a pack, blood bleeding real bad 

Doin' hit in a coupe, in a Range, or an Audi 

Fuck a nigga doubt me 

All on my dick when they see me 

Knowing this bitch wanna be me 

Hell yea you can die over a retweet 

I'm grabbing my pole on mimi 

I can't see a nigga like Stevie 

I won't tell, I'll take me a BG 

Let's get it! 

GANG!