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Lil Durk - Get Down Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Zay Osama]
(DJ Pharris) Uh, uh
Go, go, yeah (This Chicago, nigga)
Uh, uh (Chew Chew)
Bitch, get down, bitch, get down, bitch, get down
Uh, uh, go

[Chorus: Lil Zay Osama]
Uh, this two hundred the whip (Two hundred the whip)
That bitch ain't nothin' to hit (That bitch ain't nothin' to hit)
Mike Amiri the skinnies, all blue Benjis, want nothin' but lip (Want nothin' but lip)
Better know I got one on the hip
Better know it's one in the melon, three time felon, the stick and the switch (Uh, uh, uh)
And we sip real drank (We sip real drank) and we smoke real 'za (We smoke real 'za)
Bitch, don't worry 'bout how I got it, this my real car (Uh, go, go, this my real car)
Bitches I wanted to fuck back then out here real pop (Go, go)
And we ain't never called no peace treaty, bitch, we kill opps (Uh)

[Verse 1: Lil Zay Osama]
Uh, only nigga crossed us and touched a million
Fucked it off, got it back, run up a billion
High-speed chases, fuck a civilian (Uh)
Like I ain't made it, I be trippin' (Grrah, grrah, I be trippin')
Uh, I can't leave without who I came with (Huh?)
I got money, they tell me to change, nah, I'm on that same shit
Bro in the can for the same shit
And they tryna put another case on him for a nigga chain, bitch
But that lawyer paid, bitch (Snitch-ass nigga)
I'm richer than all my opps (All my opps)
I'm bigger than all my opps (All my opps)
We killin' all our opps
Who tellin'? All the opps (All the opps)
Bro in the can for the same shit
And they tryna put another case on him for a nigga chain, bitch
But that lawyer paid, bitch (Go, go)
I'm richer than all my opps (Than all my opps)
I'm bigger than all my opps (Than all my opps)
We killin' all our opps (Grrah, grrah)
Who tellin'? All the opps (Bitch)
[Chorus: Lil Zay Osama & Lil Durk]
Uh, this two hundred the whip (Uh, uh, go)
That bitch ain't nothin' to hit (Uh)
Mike Amiri the skinnies, all blue Benjis, want nothin' but lip (Go, go)
Better know I got one on the hip (One on the hip)
Better know it's one in the melon, three time felon, the stick and the switch (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
And we sip real drank (We sip real drank) and we smoke real 'za (Bitch, we smoke real 'za)
Bitch, don't worry 'bout how I got it, this my real car (Go, go, what? What?)
Bitches I wanted to fuck back then out here real pop (Out here real pop)
And we ain't never called no peace treaty, bitch, we kill opps (Let's get it)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Bitch, I'm richer than my opps and they biggest homies, yeah
All these niggas act like bitches, definition of it, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Keep my pistol on me, uh, top his top, he phony, uh
Cock that Glock back, chh-chh, boom, who she fucked? She told me, uh
Play the opps inside this club while we in here, just don't do that
Hittin' everybody else except for us, the opps are stupid
Rod Wave, I'll die with my Cuban, broad day, you'll die in a Uber (Broad day)
Fuck the opps, they tired of snoozin' (They snoozin')
Fuck the opps, they tired of losin' (Let's get it)
You talkin' 'bout "Weirdo Hoes" (Yep)
Y'all hoes share y'all clothes (They do)
Opp hoes touch they toes (Let's get it)
She say don't tell her brothers (Nah)
I say, "No one knows" (No one knows)
Audemar bust down rolls (This rolls)
You in a striker, pose (Pose)
You love them type of hoes (Let's get it)
Uh, it's two hundred the whip (Yep)
She want two hundred to hit (Let's get it)
I fuck off my name, I'm slick (What?)
That nigga a lame, he snitched (Yeah)
Just stay in your lane, we rich (We rich)
That one opp lame as shit (As shit)
That one opp lame, he bitch (Yeah)
Yeah
[Chorus: Lil Zay Osama]
Uh, this two hundred the whip (Uh, uh, go)
That bitch ain't nothin' to hit (Uh)
Mike Amiri the skinnies, all blue Benjis, want nothin' but lip (Go, go)
Better know I got one on the hip (One on the hip)
Better know it's one in the melon, three time felon, the stick and the switch (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
And we sip real drank (We sip real drank) and we smoke real 'za (Bitch, we smoke real 'za)
Bitch, don't worry 'bout how I got it, this my real car (Go, go, what? What?)
Bitches I wanted to fuck back then out here real pop (Out here real pop)
And we ain't never called no peace treaty, bitch, we kill opps (We kill opps)

[Outro: Lil Zay Osama]
Kill opps, bitch, we kill opps
Go, go, bitch, we kill opps (Chew Chew)
Bitch, get down, grrah
Get down, get down
What? What? Grrah