Durkio Mode Pt. II Lyrics

Real niggas wassup?

It's Zayy

It's Zayy

It's Zayy

Gotta stay low key, when you out on missions

Better watch yo head, pussy mind yo business (Yeah)

Trackphone jumpin', ain't got no minutes (Yeah)

Better come correct, when you dial them digits (Yeah, yeah)

Some niggas get caught, 'cause they lack that pivot

Murder on my mind when I step in that mitten

Black, black on the black, in the night, go missing

Heart torn out, I ain't got no feelings

Mixing light with the dark, we ain't got no limits

Cartier frames, ima tint my lenses

Diamonds dance like Chris, fat racks like Griffin

Know I run through hoes, but I dodge them children

Tell 'em watch these hoes, gotta watch intentions

Told my youngin' pipe down, but that nigga don't listen

'Cause niggas be the feds, but I ain't gone mention

How you gone bump heads and then end up snitching?

How you roll with the gang then end up switching?

Gotta watch yo mans, 'cause he ain't no different

Ball too hard, can't call this scrimmage

Fuck four hoes, tryna turn me to a stripper

Leaning out, so high, ghost ride on Spirits (Yeah)

Deuce-deuce blow, on God they fear us

Need at least five racks, 'fore you sign my appearance

Feed the beast all cash, we can bind our lyrics

'Cause I know

This is a long road I'm on

This shit go on for miles

This ain't the path I'll die on

Was taught to fake a smile

I'll get it all on my own

I'll carry weight like Hi-Lo's

They talk like they can't die though

Was trained to blow like Pyros

Oh-oh-oh-oh

I gotta raise the roof for all the niggas in the trenches, know this shit is real

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Yeah this is how it feel (How it feel)

Yeah, yeah this is how it feel

Book his ass, I wish he would come (Nigga this is how it feel)

Fear no man, I wish I would run (Nigga this is how it feel)

Seen him out, he still ain't do nun (Bitch that boy pussy)

60 round make yo whole crew run (Yeah, yeah)

I love that smoke and I love that action

I don't run from shit but the damn police

Can't tell me shit, hoe call yo Lyft, my line stay hot serving brand new fiends

My pockets stuffed, ima run it up, "nigga what's that smell?" That's all blue cheese

I love that paper, that shit come wrapped in a nice lil stack, but it's not loose leaf

I do shit big, Notorious

Rely on that clip, we Warriors

Revenge with the stick, it's glorious

Bring a new bitch, she boring us

If she sucking my dick, I'm recording it

If she throwing a fit, I'm ignoring it

My kidneys still shit and I'm pouring it

I'm finna drop crib, now I'm touring it

When you touch on that pape, you a target

Them niggas gone hate you regardless

Them niggas gone snake you regardless

Life on that road be the darkest

The life of a soldier be hardest

Hella rounds fucked up her bonnet

All these niggas gone feel me, I'm paving the way, lil nigga I'm more than an artist

Oh-oh-oh-oh

I gotta raise the roof for all the niggas in the trenches, know this shit is real

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Yeah this is how it feel

Yeah, yeah this is how it feel

What?

Huh?

Zayy, aye

Zayy, aye

Zayy, aye

It's Zayy (Uh what?)

It's Zayy (Huh?)

It's Zayy (Aye, yeah)

It's Zayy (Uh)