Set It Off Lyrics - Lil Durk

You know I love my niggas man, to death 

Free Nine 

I can't change for no bitch, no money, no nothing, you hear me? 

My loyalty's to my brothers, to these streets, you dig? 

Gang, woah 

What you know 'bout trigger hands with dummy 

What you know 'bout warrin' over money? yeah baby 

365, tryna make it through the summer 

What you know 'bout lawyers bein' for the public? 

I just told my niggas I can't go broke no more 

I just told my jeweler I need an Audemar 

I hit the lot and cop a foreign car 

Like I can't believe it 

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Fake hoes, say no, ay 

Fly shit, better clothes, ay 

Chopppers and dracos, ay 

I remember late shows, ay 

Crack 'til the bank close, ay 

Fuckin' one of Drake's hoes, ay 

Stashin' in the straight A, ay 

One from you A$AP, ay 

One time pop out, slide 

Get killed, you go outside 

Not unless the mob's outside 

Never read, keep my mouth quiet 

Shoes cost to feed your boy, ay 

Free the guys till they outside 

Four hundred bands, that's why y'all mad 

Signed hyp, that's why y'all mad 

Let it off 

In the roof and the hood like set it off 

Front me a brick, I'ma get it off 

Since I was five I been a boss 

Swag OC, I'm a [?] 

He run and got out but I ain't seen the boy 

Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah 

What you know 'bout trigger hands with dummy 

What you know 'bout warrin' over money? yeah baby 

365, tryna make it through the summer 

What you know 'bout lawyers bein' for the public? 

I just told my niggas I can't go broke no more 

I just told my jeweler I need an Audemar 

I hit the lot and cop a foreign car 

Like I can't believe it 

Nowhere to stay 

Always shots, nowhere to play 

My life so crazy now 

Spent eight on the section, said fuck Section 8 

I bought my mom a new crib 

No more rent being late 

I told my great she get to roll and that's my ride ok? 

Bar money, brick money 

Car money, stick money 

Give a bitch nine dollars 

A ho can't get shit from me 

I used to sell soap 

Gino ran out of coke 

I hit 16, I had to tote 

Because those killers ain't a joke 

And I was tired of being broke 

And I was tired of being poor 

Kick door, kick door 

I take it all and get gone 

72 hours in a room 

I never rat, so get owned 

You had to rat to get on 

Yeah yeah 

What you know 'bout trigger hands with dummy 

What you know 'bout warrin' over money? yeah baby 

365, tryna make it through the summer 

What you know 'bout lawyers bein' for the public? 

I just told my niggas I can't go broke no more 

I just told my jeweler I need an Audemar 

I hit the lot and cop a foreign car 

Like I can't believe it