Bop Him (Explicit)-Lil Kee/Lil Durk

[Intro] What's happenin', Chi Chi? [Chorus: Lil Kee] Had to cut some niggas off 'cause they weren't really with me So the killers I got with me, they from out the city Everywhere you go, young nigga better keep your glizzy Might not make it out with ten, so I ride 'round with fifty My brother died, I barely cried, a nigga's changed up (Uh-uh) Nod off, get you knocked off Sometimes I cry, get on my knees, I feel like my fault I promote violence, I'm so close to dyin' I can drop a hundred bitch without even tryin' Don't post shit about my brother, nigga, you ain't slidin' I might catch that bitch and up that bitch I'm talkin' 'bout wildin' I might catch you wit' your daughter, bitch, while you out shoppin' .223, we bop him I make [?] drop some I know he gon' pop one I be tryna get in his head, but, I know I can't stop none [Verse 1: Lil Kee] Try to shoot you in your shit, and I won't leave, the cops come I be thinkin' 'bout some stupid shit, like, "Why these niggas nervous?" I be thinkin' 'bout some stupid shit, like, "Where that nigga buried?" I'll be damned if I go broke and give that stupid bitch a Birkin Brother died by himself, wish it was me, it really hurt me Percocet used to help the pain, but now it just ain't working [Chorus: Lil Kee & Lil Durk] Had to cut some niggas off 'cause they weren't really with me So the killers I got with me, they from out the city Everywhere you go, young nigga better keep your glizzy Might not make it out with ten, so I ride 'round with fifty My brother died, I barely cried, a nigga's changed up (Uh-uh) Nod off, get you knocked off Sometimes I cry, get on my knees, I feel like my fault I promote violence, I'm so close to dyin' I might catch that bitch, and up that bitch I'm talkin' 'bout wildin' I might catch you wit' your daughter, bitch, while you out shoppin' .223, we bop him I make [?] drop some I know he gon' pop one I be tryna get in his head, but, I know I can't stop none (Smurk) [Verse 2: Lil Durk] I cut niggas off who I had real love for (Real love for) My lil' brother takin' all of them Percs, feel like a custo' (A custo') Learned from my mistakes, like why the state do that to JusBlow? (JusBlow) Man, 'cause he ain't slide, he really is, but he ain't catch though (He ain't catch though) Cut 'em off Tryna balance this music with this street shit, feel like tug of war Industry be crazy, the ones you doubt be the ones who love you more (Uh-huh) Street nigga, I love to be around niggas who just love to war If I get that vibe you don't fuck with mine, then I ain't gon' fuck with yours [Chorus: Lil Kee] Had to cut some niggas off 'cause they weren't really with me So the killers I got with me, they from out the city Everywhere you go, young nigga better keep your glizzy Might not make it out with ten, so I ride 'round with fifty My brother died, I barely cried, a nigga's changed up (Uh-uh) Nod off, get you knocked off Sometimes I cry, get on my knees, I feel like my fault I promote violence, I'm so close to dyin' I might catch that bitch, and up that bitch I'm talkin' 'bout wildin' I might catch you wit' your daughter, bitch, while you out shoppin' .223, we bop him I make [?] drop some I know he gon' pop one I be tryna get in his head, but, I know I can't stop none