Lil Durk Stay Down feat 6lack & Young Thug Song Lyrics

Lil Durk Stay Down feat 6lack & Young Thug Song Lyrics

[Intro]
(DY Krazy)
(Metro, Metro, Metro) [Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Fuck them other bitches, who don’t rock with us
Only fast style shit, ain’t no thots with us
Chanel round shades, like binoculars

Diamond those ring if they pack with us
I gave you every penny like Oscar
We gon’ smoke a pound of runtz at the Oscars
She fucked on a hooper and a boxer
Came to my crib in his boxers

Knowing me I’m from the block, I still fucked her
I came from Earl’s Chicken to eating lobsters
Spanish bitch say “Gracias”
Before I eat I say my Fatiha
I need a spot, a jacket where it’s stuffed
I ain’t played, I got my Glock in the club
I break the Perc, just to give her a buzz
Fuck you, if you ain’t show us no love (Show us no love)

[Chorus: 6LACK]
This shit crazy
Hoppin’ out the car, no photos, baby
Fuck around with you, I been throwed off lately
Heard this shit through the grapevine

You want time, I’ma take mine
Gucci belt for her waistline
Say you down, gotta stay down, hmm
Otherwise I’ma make my rhymes, no cap, yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Durk & 6LACK]
I don’t discriminate, I want a rich slug
Shawty showin’ her pussy all on TikTok
Pussy drippin’, blueface gotta switch mops
Why you trippin’? Just give all your attention (Ayy, yeah)

I be deep inside her stomach, make her guts talk
I don’t want that quiet sex, I want that slut talk
Stop actin’ like you don’t wanna go to that Slut Walk
I [?] like you saw I went half on your butt shots (Oh)
I can’t be seen with you at stores, I gotta pull off (Ayy)

And we be fuckin’ with a condom, damn near pulled it off (Ayy)
And you know I don’t give no fuck (No-no, no)
And I know that DY fucked (No-no, no)
And I know that Metro fucked (No-no, no)
Them my brothers and I’ma still show you love (Oh, oh-oh)
I’ma still show you love

[Chorus: 6LACK]
This shit crazy
Hoppin’ out the car, no photos, baby
Fuck around with you, I been throwed off lately
Heard this shit through the grapevine
You want time, I’ma take mine
Gucci belt for her waistline
Say you down, gotta stay down, hmm
Otherwise I’ma make my rhymes, no cap, yeah

[Post-Chorus: 6LACK]
I put you on the finest
I take you out shopping for diamonds
Fresh Polynesian, courtesy of the plug
So much fun, nigga, shout out to Thug

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
Foamposites, make deposits, I just chased up
Got the pocket rocket outside of the club
Woah, kimosabe, Benz big as it come
If you love me would you tell me that you ride for me?

Keep it gangsta, would you die for me?
Let you shop, you go get all designer, yeah
Double up the Rolls, let you ride over here, money ties over here
Mob ties over here, I can load you down with supplies over here

We can rub you down, it’s paradise over here
Motherfucker, keep your eyes from over here
You can die from over here, yeah

[Chorus: 6LACK]
This shit crazy
Hoppin’ out the car, no photos, baby
Fuck around with you, I been throwed off lately
Heard this shit through the grapevine

You want time, I’ma take mine
Gucci belt for her waistline
Say you down, gotta stay down, hmm
Otherwise I’ma make my rhymes, no cap, yeah

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