When You Down (feat. Lil Durk) - Lil Tecca & Polo G

TouchofTrent be wildin' with it Me, I be selling them Hunchos, straight to the county, they get out, I get them a gun store I done been stuck in the trenches, I dance with the devil and I sell drugs to my uncle And I gave niggas the lean, the weed, the drugs, I did this shit off the muscle All of these niggas be havin', them niggas be claimin' they lovin', I did it with nothin' You in the streets for nothin', I'm doin' all I can, they ain't need for nothin' Whenever them people comin', why you gon' war over a bitch, alleged beef or somethin'? I'm tryna delete, I hop in the Jeep for weeks, I couldn't sleep for nothin' I like to preach and I am signed to the streets like I got the key or somethin' I take drugs when I feel lonely Ride with my gun when I feel lonely I sleep 'round killers when I feel lonely I spoil all my bitches when I feel lonely Told my brother we fuckin' with no condoms and we havin' babies all over I used to be around niggas I love for real but they had the hate on they shoulder I was in the kitchen, niggas water-whippin' and I feel like they was hittin' the yola And it was blowin' my mind, I landed in Cali', them bitches was hittin' the coke Foenem came to the crib, told 'em to get the room 'cause niggas can't sleep on the sofa I was taking percocets, he was off the water, that nigga was deep in the ocean I gotta get it in motion (yeah), I steady look over my shoulders (yeah) I'm beatin' my case with a motion (yeah), pass me a Tesla, I'm rollin', rollin', rollin' Wake me up 'cause them percs callin', Mikey-ikey, yeah, that's my doggy He know I'm straight that whenever he call me, keep it street, whatchu mean you saw me? I fell asleep with the Nina on me, these whole carats, Aquafina on me Only the family that's on my family, I love my family, I don't need homies I take drugs when I feel lonely Ride with my gun when I feel lonely I sleep 'round killers when I feel lonely I spoil all my bitches when I feel lonely

Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-chop Squad Shots fired, man down Can't leave the crib without it, they not playing around I ain't have nobody, wasn't nobody 'round One false move and I'll gun ya down Suspect, suspect, suspect I'm never the victim to no nothing No homicide, no nothing No robbery, no nothing Suspect Suspect, suspect, suspect I'm never the victim to no nothing No homicide, no nothing No robbery, no nothing Suspect What the fuck you know 'bout foenem? Off the fucking dice rolling Send a fuck nigga the Stoegers Better open your eyes 'fore I close 'em I be with them niggas ferocious Spendin' trap money on chokers Get out, I gotta get in motion Percocet fill up my cooler If you die, won't give you no roses Turn on my fashion clothing Money got me back outspoken In the middle of Chiraq, toasted Say I'm done for, been back posted Cleopatra potion She a queen, I know it, mmm Smoking backyard boogie Tax y'all, put tax on you fully Racks out, girl give me that pussy Chopper gon' amputate him fully And these niggas animated fully, poof Tom and Jerry I was so mad, throwing tantrums My auntie was fighting her cancer Fucked up, I was looking for answers Seems like it was only my family My hood left me abandoned Feel like they couldn't stand me Can't go 'cause I got standards That shit had made them panic I been traded on, hated on Told on, that's why I had a phone My lil brother, he a hothead, I had to keep him close My mama ain't want him in the city, told me: keep him gone Shots fired, man down Can't leave the crib without it, they not playing around I ain't have nobody, wasn't nobody 'round One false move and I'll gun ya down Suspect, suspect, suspect I'm never the victim to no nothing No homicide, no nothing No robbery, no nothing Suspect Suspect, suspect, suspect I'm never the victim to no nothing No homicide, no nothing No robbery, no nothing Suspect In the field like a pitch 'Cause daddy was not in the picture (He wasn't) I swear I'm in love with the pistol You got blessed if I missed you (For real) Confrontin' our problems and issues I'm like man with a mission (I am) And I get paid 'bout people I killed But that shit won't make me no killer 'Cause killers don't talk about bodies (They don't) We do that shit on the silent (For real) When me and Zoo out sliding Rock, paper, scissors who driving (It's you) Bitch I'm a shooter, I shoot out a Uber If Zoo don't feel like driving (I do) Nigga I'll do ya, I'll blow out ya noodles And it ain't hard to find me (Bitch, I ain't hiding for real) Shots fired, man down Can't leave the crib without it, they not playing around I ain't have nobody, wasn't nobody 'round One false move and I'll gun ya down Suspect, suspect, suspect I'm never the victim to no nothing No homicide, no nothing No robbery, no nothing Suspect Suspect, suspect, suspect I'm never the victim to no nothing No homicide, no nothing No robbery, no nothing Suspect

Turn me up, Josh Yung Cutter, run it up I be with demons, and yeah, I admit it Get too high, got to flush my kidneys Niggas be hoes, gotta mind my business Call from the feds, they'll run up your minutes Watch these hoes, they'll do it for image Fuck four hoes, tryna turn me to stripper I don't trust niggas, so I ride with my nickel Crushed up faces, bustdown emerald Can't trust twice 'cause it ain't that simple Ten toes down, I'll ride for my niggas When you ride through the 'Raq, gotta look at it through mirrors He got caught 'cause I know he didn't You know damn well you can't duck them switches You gotta shoot for it 'cause that bitch be glitchy I miss my dawg, gotta stay out my feelings Miss my dawg, gotta stay out my, yeah Love my block, and I love my city, we call hoes eats Wake up late with 'bout 50K, better brush your teeth I'ma say no when the nigga ask, I know he a leech Contract with the label, bitch, I'm able, I'm signed to the streets We ain't no goofies and I told Doody them pills be havin' me nervous Nigga had shot my brother, When it come to the money, my shawty be constantly purgin' Fuck my opps, we on his ass, catch 'em, blast, nobody nervous We on his ass, ain't no pass, follow him, do him dirty I'm with the killers, and I be comfortable 'round them gangsters I'm with the robbers, and I be comfortable 'round them gangsters I give him a thirty, he pop out the car, he gettin' too anxious Won't give him no X when he got his gat 'cause shorty too dangerous And you can't run when we shoot You can't run when we shoot You can't run when we shoot And you can't run when we shoot You better not slip, you better not trip Come out the cut and blick Them hoes left quick when I wasn't lit Now them hoes be on my dick I'm from the Lam', fuck 63rd, but that don't go for hip I'ma get that Lam' truck blue for 60 days, that shit for Nip And I don't even cheat on my bitch Them bitches be tweetin' like, "Lil Durk be cheatin'," like bitches don't be on my dick Why you be sneakin' and dissin' and Pillowin'-talkin' when you with a bitch? It be the niggas I used to call brother, I call 'em and tell 'em, "Let's get it" Better ride with your blick, yeah And you can't run when we shoot You can't run when we shoot You can't run when we shoot And you can't run when we shoot And you can't run when we shoot You can't run when we shoot You can't run when we shoot And you can't run when we shoot

I'll fuck your bitch if she put it in And I just ran up a hundred bands Gave him my watch and he flooding it Nut in her face and she rub it in Niggas sippin' on the cutter ten Bitch I'm ballin' like Above the Rim See my face cost another ten Had a Ford, now I got a Benz Honda Accord, we was trappin' in See the stores they was runnin' in Snatch and grab, got my bitch a bag Eleven years, got nine in New generation dying fast Before the P's, had dime bags Pinky ring cost nine stacks, yeah You can't name a bitch that I ain't touch Now I'm Balmain rocking, came a long way from Von Dutch Multiply and crush, shout out to scammers Ain't no I in us, I'm too high to trust I was fucked up when I was little I ain't never had no money (let's get it) I was fucked up when I was little (was fucked up) Now I got a whole lot of hundreds (drugs) I didn't take drugs when I was little (turn up) Percocet sick to my stomach (get it) I got two big, now you little (little) You already know how I'm comin' (ayy) I was fucked up when I was little (gang) I ain't never had no money (guns) I was fucked up when I was little (money) Now I got a whole lot of hundreds (shooters) I didn't take drugs when I was little Percocet sick to my stomach I got two big, now you little (let's get it) You already know how I'm comin' (let's get it) Yeah, I can litter you (turn up) Stay out them books, you political (let's get it) I can litter you (litter you) Bag on your head, get rid of you You told on the audio Nigga that's an interview Got drugs in Idaho Them'll come with chemicals My skin inky, smoke that stinky Don't drink that green shit, wedding ring my pinky My bitch she decent, she know I eat it She say I'm freaky, she know I'm geekin' New Prada, two straps Cough syrup, two caps My bank account, 21, 21 That forty cal, 21, 21 I fuck her, she 21, 21 I got the pounds for, 21 I was fucked up when I was little I ain't never had no money (let's get it) I was fucked up when I was little (was fucked up) Now I got a whole lot of hundreds (drugs) I didn't take drugs when I was little (turn up) Percocet sick to my stomach (get it) I got two beams, now you little (little) You already know how I'm comin' (ayy) I was fucked up when I was little (gang) I ain't never had no money (guns) I was fucked up when I was little (money) Now I got a whole lot of hundreds (shooters) I didn't take drugs when I was little Percocet sick to my stomach I got two beams, now you little (let's get it) You already know how I'm comin' (let's get it)

Oh, oh When we fight, can't let the world know Don't tell the group chat or let your girls know They be happy to see you down They be happy to see you down And my heart cold, but you heat it up Get you to the crib, lick it, beat it up Real power couple winnin', they can't compete with us Can't no one fuck this up 'cause this too deep with us But I love you, that's why I'm into you My baby, oh, oh, that's why I'm into you My wifey, yeah, yeah, that's why I'm into you But I love you, but I love you You stepped into a boss situation Turnt up with the young generation Tryna give you dick, you can't take it Treat you like a virgin, you can taste it Please don't tеll your friends my business Want you to be my girl, no friеndship I gave her the code to the mansion Want me to suck her toes, she demand it Oh, ice out her pendant Put a Rollie on her left wrist I don't condoned to no abortions Why you ain't keep it? (Oh) I ain't never been in love this deep You know what I'm sayin'? (Oh) Like my past, my past Know what I'm sayin'? I regret it (oh) But I think we made for each other, for real (oh) Feelings got deep and you got bold Secrets got leaked but I don't fold You know what I need to stay here Baby, don't keep me waitin' Tell me when you on your way home I don't wanna fight with those I love I just wanna be happy, look Ain't much that I'm askin', no, yeah You should know, our business is personal I think you're worth it all If you don't, I'll reassure you when I take it off Show me how you want me Fill up when you on E You know how I'm ridin' (oh), oh, yeah (oh) Oh, yeah, when you be touchin' Makes you think about fuckin' I got y'all, word, right The way I lick up on you Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I ain't wonderin' 'bout you, oh

Oh, my Whoa, whoa, whoa Uh, uh, uh Whoa, whoa, whoa Oh, oh, oh Whoa, whoa, whoa Oh, oh, oh Whoa, whoa, whoa Oh, oh, oh Took my time to get this shine, but I still skipped the line (on God) I realized the ho still on my mind, I guess the bitch divine (hello) And, yeah, I could do this shit myself, that's dead or alive (alive) And, yeah, you could care 'bout just yourself, if you pickin' sides (pickin' sides) Niggas thinkin' that they gang, they not even squad (squad, squad) Yeah, I told 'em, "If you gettin' played, then you played a part" Really I know I can't change my ways, you know who we are (who we are) Talkin' crazy, now he in the sky, told him, "Pick a star" (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) I made this shit look еasy, juice But it ain't easy, beliеve me, truth You know I'm droppin' 'em off, Bruce Give you a clue what I'm countin', blues Smokin' that leaf if it get loose My niggas drillin', we might as well truce (uh, uh, uh, uh) I hit the blunt just for a lil' boost Yeah, my new bitch, she Canadian Goose (oh, oh) I know you lose 'em, how you get 'em? I won't take your bitch (bitch) Yeah, I told 'em I make money, money don't make this shit (yeah) Change my life off being me, so why would I fake this shit? (Yeah) They try to take my flow, don't fuck with no plagiarists (at all) We could solve it, if that shit a problem (nah, for real) Nigga, I was gettin' guala, I said fuck a prom, uh (for real) I was rockin' BAPEs, when I seen y'all niggas rockin' Toms (for real) When you feel like this, no, you wouldn't even change your flaws Took my time to get this shine, but I still skipped the line (on God) I realized the ho still on my mind, I guess the bitch divine (hello) And, yeah, I could do this shit myself, that's dead or alive (alive) And, yeah, you could care 'bout just yourself, if you pickin' sides (pickin' sides) Niggas thinkin' that they gang, they not even squad (squad, squad) Yeah, I told 'em, "If you gettin' played, then you played a part" Really I know I can't change my ways, you know who we are (who we are) Talkin' crazy, now he in the sky, told him, "Pick a star" (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt!)