Stay Down (Apple Music Live)

Durk, uh
I wanna change the vibe a lil' bit and see if, see if they with us right now
Let's see if they really with us right here
Let's do it
(Metro)
Let's go
Come on, come on

Fuck them other bitches who don't rock with us (what?)
Only five-star shit, ain't no thots with us (yeah)
Chanel round shades like binoculars
Diamond nose ring, they think Pac with us
I'll give you every penny like Oscar (yeah)
We gon' smoke a pound of Runtz at the Oscars
She fuckin' on a hooper and a boxer
She came to my crib in his boxers

Knowin' me, I'm from the block, I still fucked her
I came from Harold's Chicken to eatin' lobsters
Spanish bitch say, "Gracias"
Before I eat, I say my Fatiha (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I need a Spider jacket, where's Thug?
Why you playin'? I got my Glock in the club (everybody)
I break the Perc' just to give her a buzz
Fuck you if you ain't show us no love (you know the words, sing it, come on)

This shit crazy
Hoppin' out the car, no photos, baby
Fuck around with you, I been throwed off lately (yeah)
Heard shit through the grapevine
You want time, I'ma take mine
Gucci belt for her waistline (what?)
Say you down, gotta stay down, hmm (let's go, come on)
Otherwise, I'ma make my rounds, no cap, yeah (verse two, man)

I don't discriminate, I want a rich thot (yeah)
Shawty showin' her pussy all on TikTok
Pussy drippin', Blueface, gotta switch mops
Why you trippin'? Just give me all your attention (ayy, yeah)
I be deep inside her stomach, make her guts talk (what?)
I don't want that quiet sex, I want that slut talk (what?)
Stop actin' like you don't wanna go to that Slut Walk
I half like you, so I went half on your butt shots (oh)

I can't be seen with you at stores, I gotta pull off (ayy, yeah)
And we be fuckin' with a condom, I damn near pulled it off (ayy, let's go)
And you know I don't give no fuck
And I know that DY fucked
And I know that Metro fucked (yeah)
They my brothers and I'ma still show you love
I'ma still show you love (come on)

This shit crazy
Hoppin' out the car, no photos, baby
Fuck around with you, I been throwed off lately (yeah, yeah)
Heard shit through the grapevine
You want time, I'ma take mine (yeah)
Gucci belt for her waistline
Say you down, gotta stay down (come on, come on, come on)
Otherwise, I'ma make my rounds, no cap, yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Ricardo Valdez Jr. Valentine, Leland Tyler Wayne, Dwan Lecurtis Avery, Durk D. Banks, Jeffery Lamar Williams
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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