Givenchy - Lil Freaky, Lil Durk

Geeked out my mind, might fall asleep

Most of my time, sit back and roll weed

Stuck in the streets, come help me please

You ain’t never ever seen a Drako in my sleve

When I need it, you sold them to me

Can’t never leave, my soul in these streets

Lil homie, won’t sell for the cheap

Comin through three, like a Tonka truck jeap

Got a white gun, in my Givenchy sleve

Hittin it sideways in my all white sheets

Hit a lick then get back to the streets

Big homie lost like a bean in the streets

You say drip, but I never seen you leak

See a nigga lean in the bleachers

Young nigga tear up the streets

Come through, we creepin like creatures

Givenchy my teath, Givenchy my sleves

Givenchy cover my knees

Bitch, I’m a dog like Beethoven

Hundred round drum, don’t say no

30 round drum, take notes

No lil bitch gon say no

Get on the Purp, then lay low

I just poured up a 4 of Purp up in my GCB

Fresh as hell, popped some Perkasits, Givenchy

And these streets could never mislead

Asked me for a cheque, I told her «bitch, please»

And they dead wrong

I seen it in the trentches, they took that nigga head off

My homie died, my mama told me keep my head strong

And I had to drip, play Freaky in my headphones

Rather be dead than box in the cage, mama didn’t even have minemom wage

Kill or be killed, I was livin that stage

I’m like Eazy E, minous the age

Mention me, then you die in a day

My Givenchy swag, oh oh

Yeah yeah

Givenchy my teath, Givenchy my sleves

Givenchy cover my knees

Bitch, I’m a dog like Beethoven

Hundred round drum, don’t say no

30 round drum, take notes

No lil bitch gon say no

Get on the Purp, then lay low