We Ball (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
f*ck a footage, Nuski died in my face
I knew I lost my family, I seen the color of the tape
His mama still mad, so I gave her a break
Break been so long, she starting to think that I'm fake
Chino, Asap, Pluto, Moski, Tayski—I can't live without 'em
Gudda, that's 'Zoo brother, I don't know 'em, but heard a lot about 'em
Get smoked if you caught without it, thinking 'bout a pass, I doubt it
Opps took so many factors, had to go and buy some choppers
n*ggas killed your homie, you ain't even ride
Me and Booka from the Lam' back to Steve Drive
Fo'nem extra, fo'nem four-five deep, on Pluto, fo'nem desperate
Shooting sh*t with no mask on, f*ck it 'cause fo'nem catching
Have a kickback on your block, we popping up in every way
Why he keep on talking like we won't turn him into a day?
n*ggas snake me once, then it's f*ck n*ggas
And you know we Muslim, so they had to keep the blood in 'em
This will knock you cold, ain't nobody put no slugs in him
Smoking on that Zeko, Fat Head, Tutu, Tooka, Lil Marc
JoJo, yes we do it, gang

[Interlude: Lil Durk]
Ooh, Doo-Doo
Ooh, ooh, Doo-Doo

[Verse 2: Booka600]
LA lost his blood, n*gga
If it was me, the one, they'd always had a star, n*gga
And we was having heart-to-heart discussions
Long nights in them trenches, shootouts busting
f*ck the opps, we smoke Brick up in the lobby
Got five brothers, they down for them bodies, nobody told
Streets ain't got no love in 'em
n*ggas out here spelling loyal, ain't got love in it
These n*ggas bold, Lil' Boo told me how it was, n*gga
All eyes on us, don't trust n*ggas, I feel his soul
Pull that, AK, let up
Ain't a opp out here I'm letting up on
Stello died for this sh*t, ain't letting up on him
And I cried for that sh*t, this sh*t heavy on me
[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
Free all my brothers, I got to go get 'em
Can't tell you the story 'cause I'ma die with 'em
You beefing with fo'nem, I cannot get in it
If it's not a foreign, I cannot get in it
Nobody knows, nobody knows
Made this sh*t when I was all in my feelings
On Stewart, we posted up all in the building
Your homie had told, but that's not my business
n*ggas be tripping, lil' n*gga, you know what you did
It's crazy I heard you be f*cking with kids
Yep, heard you f*cking with kids, murderer
n*gga, we balling, money to the jails, lawyers and bails
Money to the ‘Side 'case they be calling
I'ma press "One," n*ggas be dodging

[Outro: Lil Durk, Booka600, and Both]
We don't do this often
Catch a opp and off him
n*gga, we ball, yeah, yeah
600, yeah
600 (600)
Snitch K, yeah, yeah
600 (600), 600 (600)
Snitch K (Snitch K)
600 (600), 300 (300)
300 (300)