Risky Lyrics by Lil Durk

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Oh yeah
I'm finna make a banger with this one
DJ on the beat so it's a banger

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Why you run?
Ain't got your gun, so you gon' let him die?
I come from a block
You catch a opp, you hit him twenty times
Catch a nigga, ooh
You love to slide? We 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

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Keep a 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 don't 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

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Why you run?
Ain't got your gun, so you gon' let him die?
I come from a block
You catch a opp, you hit him twenty times
Catch a nigga, ooh
You love to slide? We 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

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
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, ain't no drank
Got my Trackhawk 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
Hold on, I gotta pray (Haha, ooh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I gotta pray (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I gotta pray

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Why you run?
Ain't got your gun, so you gon' let him die?
I come from a block, you catch a opp
You hit him twenty times
Catch a nigga, ooh, you love to slide?
We 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