"1(773) Vulture" lyrics
Why the opposition callin' my line, tellin' me to come outside?
I would, but I know they lyin'
(I been through this shit before, you know?)
Foenem told me keep my iron
My mama had a dream about me dyin'
I told her that I hope she lyin' (For real)
It's gon' be a homicide
It's gon' be a homicide
Fuck with Durk and they dyin' today (Facts)
They told me that they sick and tired
They don't wanna die today
Whatever my niggas be wantin', know I got 'em (Yeah, yeah)
I be off them drugs, addicted to narcotics (Narcotics)
2012, niggas wasn't with me in the 'partments
I'ma take a risk, carry my guns inside my joggers (Yeah, yeah)
Why you steady playin', ho? Let me be they father (Father)
Kill his ass in the streets, we hope they don't charge us (They don't charge us)
We can't find your ass, we gon' kill your artist (On God)
And you know it's guaranteed when I say promise (Yeah, yeah)
And I got some shorties that gon' shoot (Shoot)
They gon' do the shit you ain't gon' do (You ain't gon' do)
They gon' slide through your block, they make calls on you (Let's get it)
You hang with them and don't supposed to, it's gon' fall on you
Spit on me bad when I was down, I'ma ball on you
And you ain't thinkin' 'bout getting no money 'til it dawned on you (Yeah, yeah)
And, nigga, I'll drill for 'em (Drill for 'em)
I ain't still signed to French, but I'd kill for him (Let's get it)
Who say I ain't got no money? I'm like a mill' on (A mill' on)
You turned a ho into a housewife, she still goin' (Still goin')
Voice of the trenches, talkin' for the streets (for the streets)
Teachers say I might be dead 'cause I love the streets (Bitch)
And she still told me that my grades above a B
The streets don't love anyone, but they in love with me
Fuck with me and it's a homicide
Try to clean my image with a turkey drive (Turkey drive)
Went in eighteen, he gettin' out when he like thirty-five
2018, I'm goin' up, my shows a hundred racks (Damn)
Lie to you none, but in jail I say a hundred lies
How the fuck you mad and I gave your ass a hundred tries? (Oh)
And from them brothers that I love, I dropped a hundred, why?
Don't feed your gang when they snake you, you gon' wonder why
Tryna tuck my pride away, oh (Tryna tuck my pride)
I ain't really tryna die today (I ain't really tryna die)
Certain shit I can't tolerate (No)
Why the opposition callin' my line, tellin' me to come outside?
I would, but I know they lyin'
(I been through this shit before, you know?)
Foenem told me keep my iron
My mama had a dream about me dyin'
I told her that I hope she lyin' (For real)
It's gon' be a homicide
It's gon' be a homicide
Fuck with Durk and they dyin' today (Facts)
They told me that they sick and tired
They don't wanna die today
I would, but I know they lyin'
(I been through this shit before, you know?)
Foenem told me keep my iron
My mama had a dream about me dyin'
I told her that I hope she lyin' (For real)
It's gon' be a homicide
It's gon' be a homicide
Fuck with Durk and they dyin' today (Facts)
They told me that they sick and tired
They don't wanna die today
Whatever my niggas be wantin', know I got 'em (Yeah, yeah)
I be off them drugs, addicted to narcotics (Narcotics)
2012, niggas wasn't with me in the 'partments
I'ma take a risk, carry my guns inside my joggers (Yeah, yeah)
Why you steady playin', ho? Let me be they father (Father)
Kill his ass in the streets, we hope they don't charge us (They don't charge us)
We can't find your ass, we gon' kill your artist (On God)
And you know it's guaranteed when I say promise (Yeah, yeah)
And I got some shorties that gon' shoot (Shoot)
They gon' do the shit you ain't gon' do (You ain't gon' do)
They gon' slide through your block, they make calls on you (Let's get it)
You hang with them and don't supposed to, it's gon' fall on you
Spit on me bad when I was down, I'ma ball on you
And you ain't thinkin' 'bout getting no money 'til it dawned on you (Yeah, yeah)
And, nigga, I'll drill for 'em (Drill for 'em)
I ain't still signed to French, but I'd kill for him (Let's get it)
Who say I ain't got no money? I'm like a mill' on (A mill' on)
You turned a ho into a housewife, she still goin' (Still goin')
Voice of the trenches, talkin' for the streets (for the streets)
Teachers say I might be dead 'cause I love the streets (Bitch)
And she still told me that my grades above a B
The streets don't love anyone, but they in love with me
Fuck with me and it's a homicide
Try to clean my image with a turkey drive (Turkey drive)
Went in eighteen, he gettin' out when he like thirty-five
2018, I'm goin' up, my shows a hundred racks (Damn)
Lie to you none, but in jail I say a hundred lies
How the fuck you mad and I gave your ass a hundred tries? (Oh)
And from them brothers that I love, I dropped a hundred, why?
Don't feed your gang when they snake you, you gon' wonder why
Tryna tuck my pride away, oh (Tryna tuck my pride)
I ain't really tryna die today (I ain't really tryna die)
Certain shit I can't tolerate (No)
Why the opposition callin' my line, tellin' me to come outside?
I would, but I know they lyin'
(I been through this shit before, you know?)
Foenem told me keep my iron
My mama had a dream about me dyin'
I told her that I hope she lyin' (For real)
It's gon' be a homicide
It's gon' be a homicide
Fuck with Durk and they dyin' today (Facts)
They told me that they sick and tired
They don't wanna die today
Writer(s): Robert Hall, Andrew Taggart, Durk Banks, Arjun Ivatury, Alessia Caracciolo, Khalid Donnel Robinson, Dylan Wiggins
