Counterfeit - Doe Boy, Lil Durk

This nigga got a fuckin' Glock-30 and an FN

He know with this hustle in this motherfucker man

'Cause you know we don’t even trust nobody

Not even the engineer you know

Doe Boy shoot him in his head when it all boils down

Say my name in a diss song, they knock your door down

And I take so many drugs that it’s in my pores now

Talking down on the gang, gotta change the score now

We not with phony shit, we not with that brodie shit

We not with that homie shit, we not with that fake shit

Last nigga tried to fake it, he ain’t make it

Last nigga tried to fake it, he ain’t make it, yeah yeah

If Durk don’t like you I don’t like you, heads off to my opps

Me and Johnny twin shooters, his Glock’s my Glock

Niggas makin' diss songs 'til they body get dropped

Slide on 'em, it’s gon' look like it went through a chop shop

Gettin' money, I want more, even more money than before

If I don’t get these millions nigga I’ma rock the whole floor

I don’t do the arguing 'cause I don’t got no patience

The opps dropping statements, we dropping locations

Niggas wanna diss me now 'cause I made it

But I ain’t hear a diss song 'fore I was famous

They must think I’m pussy now 'cause I made it

Only difference now, I’m not the shooter that’s aiming

All these niggas with me, they gon' kill for me

And I been beefin' with some niggas up the hill from me

Yeah yeah, fuck rappin', bitch it’s still on me

He gon' keep sneak dissing 'til we kill homie

Doe Boy shoot him in his head when it all boils down

Say my name in a diss song, they knock your door down

And I take so many drugs that it’s in my pores now

Talking down on the gang, gotta change the score now

We not with phony shit, we not with that brodie shit

We not with that homie shit, we not with that fake shit

Last nigga tried to fake it, he ain’t make it

Last nigga tried to fake it, he ain’t make it, yeah yeah

And if we catch you out in traffic, my nigga that’s where we leave 'em

Talkin' all that G shit, nigga I don’t believe 'em

I don’t fuck with these niggas, I promise you I don’t need 'em

You better watch your shooters, they shoot you when you don’t feed 'em

I’ma tell it how it is, my nigga I ain’t gon' flex to you

That nigga next to you will leave your brains next to you

I got niggas down for life and shit for taking lives and shit

Fuck the opps who got dropped and fuck who else don’t like the shit

A hundred bands, a hundred guns, niggas talking like it’s beef

I’ll have 'em throw you in a trunk and tell 'em bring your ass to me

You was howlin' on my name, yeah that’s what them goons was lurkin' for

I gotta kill you by myself 'cause this shit personal

This between me and you when you said you want who

The difference is you down when I say I want you

You ain’t got enough clout nigga, what you gon' do?

The goofy got shot 'cause he thought I wouldn’t shoot, yeah yeah

Doe Boy shoot him in his head when it all boils down

Say my name in a diss song, they knock your door down

And I take so many drugs that it’s in my pores now

Talking down on the gang, gotta change the score now

We not with phony shit, we not with that brodie shit

We not with that homie shit, we not with that fake shit

Last nigga tried to fake it, he ain’t make it

Last nigga tried to fake it, he ain’t make it, yeah yeah

No worries