[Lyrics] Lil Durk – Too Late Lyrics

Lyrics
Gang
Yeah
Two times, two times
(C Sick)
Purple water, pour up that berry that’s that blue rain (drank)
Diamond water, Tity Boi two times, that’s like four chains
Boss shit, I fucked yo’ baby mama in a Mulsanne (skrrt-skrrt)
Fashionably, fashion week, you should peep my shoe game (grrah-grrah)
Hoes wanna fuck ’cause the fame, ayy, ayy (gang)
I think I wear more Yeezys than North West and Kim K
Private jet, fuck a key I tell the clip boys that I’m late (we gone)
.40 on me, if you readin’ this message you too late (gang, gang)
The streets left me hangin’ with some niggas I can eat with (gang)
Ridin’ through Chicago with some boys on some street shit (grrah-grrah)
Fuck a lot niggas’ hoes ’cause I’m on some me shit
Do a hit, don’t go by for yo’ mans, he know he hit
Real lean, you a fool you thinkin’ I drink hit (drank)
Pull up on yo’ bitch i8 drop I might hit the swift (skrrt-skrrt)
Dab on ’em, AP in the trap I might jab on ’em
AP, I know ’em well, I spend a couple thou’ on ’em
Three kids, it don’t mean shit don’t put no time in it
I ain’t talkin’ college with these dorms, I put like five in it
Five for the glasses, pussy niggas I see five men
Slide with me, crippin’ with homie, free the guys, nigga (gang)
Two shots from this Smith &, why they trippin’? (Grrah)
Two shots from this Henny I can feel it (gang, gang) (C Sick)
We come for niggas, yeah, we know the business (know the business, nigga)
Rob me pussy niggas what’s the endin’ like
I stunt, gotta open trunk to the edges (skrrt)
I bust, get up close to me and see that .50 (grrah)
Like I must, get a hunnid M’s before I’m fifty
Like pie crust, sip so much lean that I broke my kidneys
Purple water, pour up that berry that’s that blue rain (drank)
Diamond water, Tity Boi two times, that’s like four chains
Boss shit, I fucked yo’ baby mama in a Mulsanne (skrrt-skrrt)
Fashionably, fashion week, you should peep my shoe game (grrah-grrah)
Hoes wanna fuck ’cause the fame, ayy, ayy (gang)
I think I wear more Yeezys than North West and Kim K
Private jet, fuck a key I tell the clip boys that I’m late (we gone)
.40 on me, if you readin’ this message you too late (gang, gang)
MAC is on me, nigga, so do the Macarena, ayy
Two seater me and my main, fuck a eater, ayy (skrrt)
Cool nigga, a pair of Yeezys some Adidas, ayy
Fifteen thousand, go up to twenty for a feature, ayy
Two pints, I was overseas gettin’ too high
Too fly, I can get a mansion up in Dubai
Drive by, only one I land up in the Chi
Feds on me, and these niggas prayin’ I get ten lives
Opps cats, and I know for sure they ain’t got ten lives
Catch ’em dead, let time tell a pussy nigga bye bye
Street nigga, way before Pac I was thug life
Got up, and fell down twice I was drugged twice
K snitch, bitch, I’m gang-gang, ho, I can’t switch
Great hits, I ain’t talkin’ music bitch I’m ape shit (grrah-grrah)
Fake shit, only come around ’cause we stay lit
Take shit, call Fat Boy Chubbz he gon’ tape shit
Man down, bitch my city lit, we don’t play ’round (gang)
Beefin’ with my boys, tell them pussy niggas stand down
Choppas, mad Rugers, good night heard that gun sound
Wanna shoot a nigga in his shit watch it gush out
Purple water, pour up that berry that’s that blue rain (drank)
Diamond water, Tity Boi two times, that’s like four chains
Boss shit, I fucked yo’ baby mama in a Mulsanne (skrrt-skrrt)
Fashionably, fashion week, you should peep my shoe game (grrah-grrah)
Hoes wanna fuck ’cause the fame, ayy, ayy (gang)
I think I wear more Yeezys than North West and Kim K
Private jet, fuck a key I tell the clip boys that I’m late (we gone)
.40 on me, if you readin’ this message you too late (gang, gang)