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


Check out the lyrics and music video below.

(DY Krazy)
(Metro, Metro, Metro)

F— them other bi—es who don’t rock with us
Only five star sh–, ain’t no thots with us
Chanel round shades like binoculars
Diamond nose ring, they think Pac with us
I gave you every penny like Oscar
We gon’ smoke a pound of runtz at the Oscars
She f—ed on a hooper and a boxer
Came to my crib in his boxers
Knowin’ me, I’m from the block, I still f—ed her
I came from Earl’s Chicken to eatin’ lobsters
Spanish bi— say “Gracias”
Before I eat, I say my Fatiha
I need a Spider jacket, where is Thug?
I ain’t playin’, I got my Glock in the club
I break the Perc just to give her a buzz
F— you if you ain’t show us no love (show us no love)

This sh– crazy
Hoppin’ out the car, no photos, baby
F— around with you, I been throwed off lately
Heard sh– through the grapevine
You want time, I’ma take mine
Gucci belt for her waistline
Say you down, gotta stay down
Otherwise I’ma make my rounds, no cap, yeah

I don’t discriminate, I want a rich thot
Shawty showin’ her p—y all on TikTok
P—y drippin’, Blueface gotta switch mops
Why you trippin’? Just give me all your attention
I be deep inside her stomach, make her guts talk
I don’t want that quiet sex, I want that slut talk
Stop actin’ like you don’t wanna go to that Slut Walk
I half like you, so I went half on your butt shots
I can’t be seen with you at stores, I gotta pull off
And we be f—in’ with a condom, I damn near pulled it off
And 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 love
I’ma still show you love

This sh– crazy
Hoppin’ out the car, no photos, baby
F— around with you, I been throwed off lately
Heard sh– through the grapevine
You want time, I’ma take mine
Gucci belt for her waistline
Say you down, gotta stay down
Otherwise I’ma make my rounds, no cap, yeah

I put you on the finest
I take you out shoppin’ for diamonds
French Polynesian, courtesy of the plug
So much fun, n—a, shout out to Thug

Foamposites, make deposits, I just check stubs
Got the pocket rocket outside of the club
Whoa, kimosabe, Benz big as it come
If 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, yeah
Double up the Rolls, let you ride over here, money ties over here
Mob ties over here, I can load you down with supplies over here
We can rub you down, it’s paradise over here
Motherf—er, keep your eyes from over here
You can die from over here, yeah

This sh– crazy
Hoppin’ out the car, no photos, baby
F— around with you, I been throwed off lately
Heard sh– through the grapevine
You want time, I’ma take mine
Gucci belt for her waistline
Say you down, gotta stay down
Otherwise I’ma make my rounds, no cap, yeah

Lyrics licensed & provided by LyricFind

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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

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