Shootout @ My Crib Lyrics – Lil Durk

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
Been through all kind of sh!t
Bro died from dialysis
Telling n!ggas not to tell on you is witness tampering
Out of everything, I'm addicted
I want this medicine
Gang charge, feel like I can beat it
I got a severance
Four Richard Milles, plus India rich
It look like a settlement
You ain't from 300
If you ain't sleep with us on Eggleston
Walk into my auntie crib
See mice, this sh!t embarrassing
So how you sit up p!ssed at me
And bro 'nem acting arrogant?
King Kong, beating on my chest
I got my lean on
How you sit up mad?
I ate her pu**y, you got peed on
I don't answer my phone, I know it's you
I changed your rin'tone
Bro died, sister wasn't answering
I called my niece phone
Yeah, b!tch, you belong to the streets
Oh, you sold a couple pounds
Now this n!gga think he Meech
Now you singing all these songs with all that pain
You think you me
I ain't follow n!ggas ways
I was signed to the streets

[Chorus]
I just deadass had a shootout at my crib
I hired guards (Oh)
I ain't sitting down in jail doing life
I'm being smart (Oh)
If I do go back in time from buying pills
I'll buy a bar (Oh)
I remember calling shorty phone, I told 'em
"They killed Dark" (Oh)
Bro 'nem send me clothes online, I told 'em
"Add it to my cart" (Oh)
I done took out couple n!ggas
Who wasn't with me from the start (Oh)
I ain't gone cap, you gone smell Percs
And lean when I fart (Oh)
Keep your strap, they gone give you seventeen
When you caught (Oh)

[Verse 2]
I ain't gone lie
My brother died and I was riding by myself
I'ma tell your as* the truth
Feel like I'm dying by myself
You ain't slide, you ain't ride
You be hiding by your self
Man, I really know who did it
N!ggas lying who they killed
Even though lean f**k me up
I'll sip a line by myself
See, my OG strong as hell
She don't even be crying when she here
How you claim you don't get woofers
But your block just got the belt?
You don't take care none of your guys
But they do time for being real
I got Boonie in my heart
He did his time, he ain't squeal
Gotta beat your case in court
You ain't got time for no appeal
Deep thought on how he died
man, my slime give me chills
Don't pay attention to that n!gga saying
He ain't dying 'cause he is

[Chorus]
I just deadass had a shootout at my crib
I hired guards (Oh)
I ain't sitting down in jail doing life
I'm being smart (Oh)
If I do go back in time from buying pills
I'll buy a bar (Oh)
I remember calling shorty phone, I told 'em
"They killed Dark" (Oh)
Bro 'nem send me clothes online, I told 'em
"Add it to my cart" (Oh)
I done took out couple n!ggas
Who wasn't with me from the start (Oh)
I ain't gone cap, you gone smell Percs
And lean when I fart (Oh)
Keep your strap, they gone give you seventeen
When you caught (Oh)