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Lil Durk - Rara Lyrics

[Intro]
That boy brown on my kid

[Chorus: Rylo Rodriguez]
Rylo, how you blow up quick and take your niggas with ya?
Rylo, why you ain't locked up cause first night, you had hit her?
Rylo, why you got on Gucci, she not Keisha Davis
Rylo, how you pack the stadium out without Tom Brady?
Rylo, buy Dior like fruit, yeah I got all pairs
Rylo, why you turn his shooters into pallbearers?
Rylo, how you take losses and make up for it like Matt [?]
Rylo, I just knocked 'em off [?], what's your cashapp?
Rylo, why you make me pull up knowin' I'm on my period?
Lil' hoe, that don't mean you bleeding out your mouth is it?
Rylo, why you pull up sports car, like the fast and furious?
Rylo, had them jeans on [?], but these Amiris

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Ay Durk, I'm seeing he growing up having a bunch of money
Ay Durk, I know the killers the muderers turned to junkies
Ay Durk, I know some niggas that died who really deserved it
Ay Durk, I know some niggas with names that ran out of money
Ay Durk, I know youngins that sleep, and don't leave the block
Ay Durk, them shordies go crazy with dracs, don't need the Glocks
Ay Durk, house arrest, still come outside, they don't leave they box
Ay Durk, some niggas gotta pay the wolves not eat 'em up
Ay Durk and we was up geekin', I caught me a case in Atlanta
Ay Durk, I gave the Gucci store my line, they hit me when they get designer
Ay Durk, see we ain't finessing for all of our flights, you hang with a scammer
Ay Durk, know a nigga got 20 years for a gun, wasn't even his hammer
Every time you go to another nigga, see a nigga, say its his, but I know he a capper
Ay Durk, protect my brother with my soul, can't let nun' happen
Ay Durk, you let me leave, right here right now, we gone catch you in traffic
Ay Durk, gotta tip my hat to the niggas in the trenches who survivin'