Lil Durk — No Fumbling

[Intro] (D-D-DJ FMCT) (DJ Bandz, aw, man) [Chorus: Lil Durk] You runnin', no fumblin' Get hit with that switch in your stomach and now you can't stomach it I took a thirty, he out of shape, when they caught him, they say he was tumblin' They tryna cover it Standin' right over him, forty shells sound like it's thunderin' Fuck all that brother shit (Yeah), niggas be claimin' they with us, but we ain't with none of them I heard a story about him, heard he be claimin' them bodies ain't his That's why we ain't worried about him Foenem be lurkin' for niggas with names and money Them shawties ain't worried about him I'm finna say somethin', but I ain't finna check on myself though Brrah, gang When he died, he shitted [Verse 1: Lil Durk] "6ix9ine came to your block", how you worried 'bout him? You ain't ride for your niggas Nigga ain't slide for his nigga, but he worried 'bout us See he all on Twitter I ain't worried 'bout shit, just worried 'bout the jakes a lil' bit, bitch, I'm around my killers Really tryna set me up with a thot, lil' bitch Bitch, I'm around my killers [Chorus: Lil Durk] You runnin', no fumblin' Get hit with that switch in your stomach and now you can't stomach it I took a .30, he out of shape, when they caught him, they say he was tumblin' They tryna cover it Standin' right over him, forty shells sound like it's thunderin' Fuck all that brother shit (Yeah), niggas be claimin' they with us, but we ain't with none of them I heard a story about him, heard he be claimin' them bodies ain't his That's why we ain't worried about him Foenem be lurkin' for niggas with names and money Them shawties ain't worried about him I'm finna say somethin', but I ain't finna check on myself though Brrah, gang When he died, he shitted [Verse 2: Polo G] Ayy, Durk, why would I play with these niggas? If I ain't rappin', I ain't got shit to say to these niggas Back in 2012, they was lookin' up to our city, man, Chicago created these niggas Every savage 'round me straight from the sandbox I ain't even have to pay for these killers Can't control my temper Get aggressive when I'm grippin' that Glock I might end off face with these niggas He don't care 'bout his past in a newer ride Off them pills, he been thinkin' 'bout suicide Comin' straight from the slums where it's do-or-die Your mentality only way you survive Demons comin', ain't nowhere that you can hide Better pick up a gun when them troopers slide Move wrong and them hollows gon' chew your spine Is you with us or what? Better choose a side (Bitch) [Chorus: Lil Durk] You runnin', no fumblin' Get hit with that switch in your stomach and now you can't stomach it I took a thirty, he out of shape, when they caught him, they say he was tumblin' They tryna cover it, standin' right over him, forty shells sound like it's thunderin' Fuck all that brother shit (Yeah), niggas be claimin' they with us, but we ain't with none of them I heard a story about him, heard he be claimin' them bodies ain't his, that's why we ain't worried about him Foe'nem be lurkin' for niggas with names and money Them shawties ain't worried about him I'm finna say somethin', but I ain't finna check on myself though Brrah, gang When he died, he shitted