birthday k - lil durk lyrics
*it’s not personal son*
got my semi automatic, stop a n*gga car, sh*t over (get caught in traffic)
get caught then 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 f*ck my b*tch
i ain’t hear no talking, hop out armed and catch a walkie
i got thirty in my clip, ain’t no way that i’m a*miss (*it’s not personal son*)
steady spraying gang, saying “boy you trippin with that b*tch”
’cause i’m already with no goofy, why you tweaking with that b*tch
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)
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
*police say the shooting stems from an ongoing dispute between two groups*
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