[Flame] 🔥 Lil Durk - Wooh Lyrics
[Intro: Lil Durk]
 DY Krazy
 Yeah
 Turn it up some
 Damn, damn, damn, damn, yeah
[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
 Why you not buying no pints no more?
 Shootouts, we don’t fight no more
 Why you not rocking your ice no more?
 I don’t wear my clothes twice no more
 Why you don’t carry your pipe no more?
 She say I don’t fuck her twice no more
 Why you don’t fuck up them racks no more?
 Why you not copping them pounds no more?
 I don’t even think about dying no more
 Why that chain don’t shine no more?
 Why you don’t be with the fam no more?
 Why you niggas don’t slide no more?
 Me and the streets compatible
 AP flooded radical
 Gucci, Chanel, I buy the two
 Don’t sip green ’cause that won’t do
 Woo, woo, tired of you
 Woo, woo, Bentley coupe
 Woo, woo, taxin’ you
 Woo, woo, lie to who?
 Groupies
 Killers turned to groupies
 Robbers turned to groupies
 All this shit is goofy
 This shit like a movie (Yeah)
 Mikey, Ikey shoot ’em (Boom)
 Yeah, I know niggas tooted, ooted
 I don’t know how you could do it, ooh (Yeah)
 You play with me, you disappear, poof
 These Perkies got me skinny
 Every day niggas dyin’ like Kenny
 Self-park when I park that Bentley
 Killers like Santa Claus, come through your chimney
 Fuck from the back and I pull on your Remy, yeah
 Kicked her out like, “Lord, forgive me”
[Chorus: Lil Durk & Key Glock]
 Woo, woo, woo, woo
 Woo, woo, woo, woo
 Woo, woo, woo, woo
 Woo, woo, woo, woo (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Key Glock]
 Woo, quarter million dollar coupe
 Woo, yeah, I just lost the roof, uh
 Woo, bitch, I like my money blue
 Woo, ballin’ like I go to Duke, uh, shoot
 Bitch, I’m straight for Memphis
 I keep extensions with me
 These hoes, they ain’t worth a penny
 But we still pimpin’ bitches
 Cashed out, bitch, my shit ain’t rented
 I’m sliding foreign tinted
 With a couple killers in it
 We four deep, ain’t too many
 Yeah, bitch, you know the business
 We on the road to riches
 Yeah, bitch, you know the business
 We gettin’ a lot of digits (Racks)
 Young nigga with plenty (Woo)
 Money and ammunition
 New baguettes with no pendant
 Every chain cost a fifty (Woo)
[Chorus: Lil Durk & Key Glock]
 Woo, woo, woo, woo
 Woo, woo, woo, woo
 Woo, woo, woo, woo
 Woo, woo, woo, woo
 Woo, woo, woo, woo
 Woo, woo, woo, woo
 Woo, woo, woo, woo (Yeah)