Fuck Dat ShitLil Durk & Lil Reese

[Intro: Lil Durk]
In the booth with my nigga Reesey man
'Bout 10 thousand on me, 10 thousand right now
Smell that money man
Let's get it!

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Bitch, it's only the family
So much drugs I need counseling (Let's get it)
Niggas' bitches actin' like trannies (pussy)
Only scammers and the bandits (come on)
And my rollie like a trophy, I used to live with my granny
I'ma always trick a bitch out of panties (panty)
I'ma always trick a bitch to do xannies (gang)
I done got head in a yacht in Miami
The nigga be broke and try to voice their opinion (for real)
Police niggas be workin', tell them niggas it ain't worth it (worth it)
Told the bitch ain't perfect, I can get her a Burkin (Burkin)
Told her she can't get nowhere when I'm goin' on the perkys
(Turn up) Run up on 'em, scooter scoom
Run up on 'em, booma boom (rrah)
Choppa shells goin' through
I'm the shit, number 2 (yeah)
Niggas got comfortable, finesse goin' through the roof (pussy)
And she know I fuck with you, she don't know I'm fuckin' you

[Hook: Lil Reese]
Let's get this money, fuck that shit
Fuck that shit, fuck that shit
You ain't chasin' no check, fuck that shit
Fuck that shit, fuck that shit
You don't got respect, fuck that shit
Fuck that shit, fuck that shit
You ain't made like that, fuck that shit
I'm like fuck that shit, fuck that shit
I'ma get right back, fuck that shit
Fuck that shit, fuck that shit
You ain't suckin' no dick, bitch
I'm like fuck that shit, fuck that shit
You ain't hit no licks, fuck that shit
Fuck that shit, fuck that shit
You weren't raised like this, fuck that shit
Fuck that shit, fuck that shit

[Verse 2: Lil Reese]
From the lam to the WIC, got alot of sticks
From the lam to the WIC, did alot of shit
That nigga might snitch, so we watch him close and shit
Get close and shit, FN might expose some shit
All that hatin' and shit you thought a nigga ain't notice it
Don't think we loafin' you know a nigga totin'
Smokin' no chokin', 120 on the E-way
I'm ridin' and smokin', tryna stay focused

[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
Btiches naggin', in skinny jeans when I'm saggin'
Yes I got it I pull my Glocks in fashion
Uh, huh, get them digits
Uh, huh, don't chase no bitches
Uh, huh, play with chickens
Uh, huh, them ain't my niggas

[Hook: Lil Reese]
Let's get this money, fuck that shit
Fuck that shit, fuck that shit
You ain't chasin' no check, fuck that shit
Fuck that shit, fuck that shit
You don't got respect, fuck that shit
Fuck that shit, fuck that shit
You ain't made like that, fuck that shit
I'm like fuck that shit, fuck that shit
I'ma get right back, fuck that shit
Fuck that shit, fuck that shit
You ain't suckin' no dick, bitch
I'm like fuck that shit, fuck that shit
You ain't hit no licks, fuck that shit
Fuck that shit, fuck that shit
You weren't raised like this, fuck that shit
Fuck that shit, fuck that shit