Birthday K lyrics

by

Lil Durk


It's not personal son

[Verse 1]
Got my semi automatic, stop a n*gga car, sh*t over (get caught in traffic)
Don't wanna spin that b*tch around, boy you know that sh*t get tragic
Yeah, you n*ggas you be faking, I ain't hearing all that drama
sh*t I'd rather hang with gang, step my cho and go and f*ck my b*tch
I ain't hear no talking, hop out armed and catch a walkie
I got thirty in my clip, there ain't no way that I'm a-miss (It's not personal son)
Steady spraying gang, saying "boy" you tweaking with that b*tch
'Cause I'm already with no goofy, why you tweaking with that b*tch?

[Verse 2]
I ain't into all that rapping sh*t, I'm tryna count them bands
But don't let my voice fool you, I will send you out to Shands
Ay Sosa better trip before I do him like his mans (It's not personal son)
Up top, let the K spray, catch him on his birthday *party blower*
RIP Trey D he sent that n*gga to them heaven gates
I know my brother proud that his brother a baby 8
I grab the K and I got a aim, knocking off a face
Spraying n*ggas with a K and I ain't talking bout the mace
I'm talking bout that sh*t that made Quan die in front of Ace (haha)

[Outro]
Bye bye, happy birthday
He got hit up with that AK (hahaha)
We know 18 year old Royale Smith was also...
Haha bye bye, haha hahaha (It's not personal son, it's strictly business)
Police say the shooting stems from an ongoing dispute between two groups...
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