Here Are the Lyrics to Lil Durk, 6LACK & Young Thug’s ‘Stay Down’

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(DY Krazy)(Metro, Metro, Metro)

F— them other bi—es who don’t rock with usOnly five star sh–, ain’t no thots with usChanel round shades like binocularsDiamond nose ring, they think Pac with usI gave you every penny like OscarWe gon’ smoke a pound of runtz at the OscarsShe f—ed on a hooper and a boxerCame to my crib in his boxersKnowin’ me, I’m from the block, I still f—ed herI came from Earl’s Chicken to eatin’ lobstersSpanish bi— say “Gracias”Before I eat, I say my FatihaI need a Spider jacket, where is Thug?I ain’t playin’, I got my Glock in the clubI break the Perc just to give her a buzzF— you if you ain’t show us no love (show us no love)

This sh– crazyHoppin’ out the car, no photos, babyF— around with you, I been throwed off latelyHeard sh– through the grapevineYou want time, I’ma take mineGucci belt for her waistlineSay you down, gotta stay downOtherwise I’ma make my rounds, no cap, yeah

I don’t discriminate, I want a rich thotShawty showin’ her p—y all on TikTokP—y drippin’, Blueface gotta switch mopsWhy you trippin’? Just give me all your attentionI be deep inside her stomach, make her guts talkI don’t want that quiet sex, I want that slut talkStop actin’ like you don’t wanna go to that Slut WalkI half like you, so I went half on your butt shotsI can’t be seen with you at stores, I gotta pull offAnd we be f—in’ with a condom, I damn near pulled it offAnd you know I don’t give no f— (no-no, no)And I know that DY f—ed (no-no, no)And I know that Metro f—ed (no-no, no)Them my brothers and I’ma still show you loveI’ma still show you love

This sh– crazyHoppin’ out the car, no photos, babyF— around with you, I been throwed off latelyHeard sh– through the grapevineYou want time, I’ma take mineGucci belt for her waistlineSay you down, gotta stay downOtherwise I’ma make my rounds, no cap, yeah

I put you on the finestI take you out shoppin’ for diamondsFrench Polynesian, courtesy of the plugSo much fun, n—a, shout out to Thug

Foamposites, make deposits, I just check stubsGot the pocket rocket outside of the clubWhoa, kimosabe, Benz big as it comeIf you love me would you tell me that you ride for me?Keep it gangsta, would you die for me?Let you shop, you go get all designer, yeahDouble up the Rolls, let you ride over here, money ties over hereMob ties over here, I can load you down with supplies over hereWe can rub you down, it’s paradise over hereMotherf—er, keep your eyes from over hereYou can die from over here, yeah

This sh– crazyHoppin’ out the car, no photos, babyF— around with you, I been throwed off latelyHeard sh– through the grapevineYou want time, I’ma take mineGucci belt for her waistlineSay you down, gotta stay downOtherwise I’ma make my rounds, no cap, yeah

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Written by: Durk Banks, Jeffery Williams, Ricardo Valentine, Dwan Avery, Leland Tyler Wayne