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Lil Durk - Out The Roof Lyrics

Out The Roof Song Lyrics
Out The Roof by Lil Durk [Intro: Lil Durk]
I hang wit’ murderers
I hang wit’
I hang wit’, ayy, b**ch
And I hang with murderers for sure
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(TouchofTrent be wildin’ with it)

[Verse 1: Booka600 & Lil Durk]
We done put some cash on their head, foe and ’em like, “Where to shoot?” (Let’s get it, yeah)
Thirty in this mag and I blow that b**ch just like a flute (Like a flute)
Pull up with a bad little b**ch (Yeah, yeah), I’m in the Bentley coupe (Yeah)
Money bussin’ out the stash, had to take the load up out the room (Man, what?)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Lil’ bro on your ass, then he spaz when he out the roof (Let’s get it)
Lil’ foe and ’em be T’ed, put on that mask, turn to Hannibal (Out of here)
Come run up your blick like you on that, they gon’ challenge you
I can’t even cap, I had that MAC, I held a lot of tool (Ayy, Durk, where your b**ch ass at?)
I’m on the Lam’, nigga (Bet)
Slide through, b**ch, I shoot and drive too (Let’s get it)
Why you namin’ him like he could save you? b**ch, he high too
Why you keep on bringin’ up the murders that your guys do? (b**ch)
Why you keep on postin’ up them guns that your guys shoot? (Gang, gang, gang)

[Verse 3: King Von & Booka600]
Von
Niggas always woofin’ like they like that (Huh? Huh?)
Tryna ride my wave, that nigga drown, he need a life vest (Drown, drown, drown)
O’Block my chain, I left Icebox and I went right back (Bling, baow)
That nigga pussy, when he by his self, nah, he ain’t like that (Nah, nah)
I keep a forty (Boom)
Who you got? Why you talking ’bout all them bodies?
Who you shot? Where you at? Why you talking ’bout you gon’ rob me? (Where you at?)
If it’s that, where you at? Steady actin’ like he cocky (Actin’ like he cocky)
I got out of jail and got a mill’ and took off like a rocket (Boom, boom)
Booka man smokin’ on that Tooka man, for sure (Booka man smokin’ on that)
You a stupid man, you thinkin’ I’ma oop, my man, is you slow? (Yeah, yeah)
I don’t know who you is, boy, I’m chargin’ thirty for a show
Send it, greenlight, it’s a go
And I gotta get it with my pole

[Verse 4: Lil Durk]
Ayy, why the f**k you callin’ back, boy?
I’m in your cut, nigga (Grrah)
He call my phone like he my mans, you know it’s up with us (Let’s get it)
Foe and ’em Houdini, magic trick, they turn you blunts, nigga (They turn you blunts)
He tryna get up, like he dyin’ like that one nigga (Man, what?)

[Outro: Lil Durk]
Oh man, y’all just kill my mans, man
So? f**k him, b**ch
His ass with Tooka anyway, damn
Dead niggas
300, O’Block sh*t
600 sh*t, b**ch
Gang, OTF
Yeah
Ayy, when they, that sh*t be funny Tee, when they ass be tweakin’ and sh*t
You get right on a nigga ass