Risky – English Lyrics

• By: Lil Durk
• Album: 7220

Lyrics & Translation

[English]

(Oh yeah, I'm finna make a banger with this one)

(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)

Why you run and got your gun, so you gon' let him die?

I come from a block you catch a opp, you hit him 20 times

Catch a nigga who you love to slide with, make a shooter cry

Can't be 'round my dawg, I still'll risk it, I know Zoo will drive

We tell bro nem, "Chill, don't gotta speed, this like a Uber ride"

Pull up on my side, I got two Dracs', this shit like suicide

Speedin' on the E-way, off them pills, you don't know who'll crash

Backdoor, all across the city, you don't know who to gas (nigga)

Keep the switch on me in case these niggas hate and try to switch on me

Fuck who you is, you try to play them games, I don't show sympathy

Won't hit none of my bros hoes, them bitches keep on temptin' me

My fingers hurt, demon on my opps, I always got energy

Buck, buck, bitch, it's macaroni time

Tell my opps to post the shit in they close friends, they all dyin'

All my opps the same, every time they get caught, they ass whinin'

All that shit y'all said in the booth, that build up careers ain't nothin' slime

That's my block, every gun I keep on me go, "Drr-da-duh"

Ask the opps, every time they see my face, they sugarfoot

Give me props, gave my block them turkey bags, Wukaduk

Just free Sah, you know shorty ass gon' rob, I get you took, nigga

Let your seat up, bro, hop out, hit his dome (hit his dome)

Hop out, get 'em gone (get 'em gone), hop out, do 'em wrong (do 'em wrong)

Just be prepared, you on your feet, you better not drop your phone (drop your phone)

Tap that switch, don't use it fully, you might just see his bros

Lil' bro got jammed up for a body, he ain't gon' change his clothes

I say, "When you chased 'em what you see?" He say, he chased his soul

Get on his ass, he gon' be easy, he be chasin' hoes

Stand over him, last thing he see, that's my favorite pose

Why you run and got your gun, so you gon' let him die?

I come from a block you catch a opp, you hit him 20 times

Catch a nigga who you love to slide with, make a shooter cry

Can't be 'round my dawg, I still'll risk it, I know Zoo will drive

We tell bro nem, "Chill, don't gotta speed, this like a Uber ride"

Pull up on my side, I got two Dracs', this shit like suicide

Speedin' on the E-way, off them pills, you don't know who'll crash

Backdoor, all across the city, you don't know who to gas (nigga)

Grab your blick', bro (grab your blick', bro)

You ain't never gave me shit, you ain't my big bro

Ask if I'm lyin', I gave 'em Hellcats and pistols

I gave my bitch my heart, uh, welcome to death row

Bitch, uh, yeah

You ain't gon' die about your dawg, but you gon' die 'bout a bitch

Man, you better shoot your gun until it's gone then it click

We gon' get it on, I'm with you right or wrong, that's what it is

You a fraud, what's in your cup? That's melatonin, it ain't no drank

Got my Track hawk bulletproof, and it's supercharged, this ain't no tank

How you gon' vouch for a nigga who ain't never kill shit? His ass ain't got no rank

Catch a opp but you lucky it's Ramadan, hol' on, I gotta pray (ha-ha, ooh, uh, uh, uh, uh)

I gotta pray (uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)

I gotta pray

Why you run and got your gun, so you gon' let him die?

I come from a block you catch a opp, you hit him 20 times

Catch a nigga who you love to slide with, make a shooter cry

Can't be 'round my dawg, I still'll risk it, I know Zoo will drive

We tell bro nem, "Chill, don't gotta speed, this like a Uber ride"

Pull up on my side, I got two Dracs', this shit like suicide

Speedin' on the E-way, off them pills, you don't know who'll crash

Backdoor, all across the city, you don't know who to gas (nigga)

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