Dantana’s Lyrics – Lil Durk

[Intro]
Fly n!gga mixing Dior with the merch
A high n!gga mix exotics with the percs
I got my fifty but I charge it for a verse
Don’t piss me off, you know how I am, you getting murked
I keep on smiling with this grill, they call me Smurk
You cuffed this b!tch then you gon’ tell her not to work
Then you lose her to the streets that s*it is worse
(Tay Keith, fu*k these n!ggas up)

[Verse 1]
I be rocking Rhude clothes, s*it expensive too

I take they phone, they come around you know what b!tches do
You let them n!ggas send you off, we shooting b!tches too
That s*it Is in but if I don’t fu*k with you, it’s fifty too
Gotta watch him when he off them pills, he love to shoot
If you know me, these double Gs, these Gucci on my boots
Bro a trapper, he gon’ get it, he serving out the stu’
I think im slick, I fu*ked a b!tch, he hitting it, he like ouuh
Why you mad at me, I thought that s*it right there was cool
Don’t let that lil s*it go over your head, that lil boy still a fool
Don’t let that lil s*it go over your head, you a still make the news
If you with him when we catch him, you know ain’t no rules

[Chorus]
Rob him, he acting tough then we gon’ take his wrist
Rob him, don’t play with us ’cause we don’t play with this
A grown b!tch ain’t sucking d!ck, I say I don’t play with kids
B!tch I’m locked in with them gangsters, you know who my daddy is

[Verse 2]
Whoo, that b!tch
B!tch I got a bad b!tch
I say I got ’em, fast s*it
You know we got ’em, caskets
I gave him thousands, Megan Thee Stallion
Ain’t paying a stylish, this drip Italian

You be renting all them cars like they’re yours
And he was tripping, now he dripping in a morgue
I make my b!tches put them diamonds on they toes
When you got court, you tryna stay up off the four
Saadiq my brother like I’m cousins with the moes
I’m in Dantana but I snuck in with my pole
Booka like Santa ’cause he fu*king all the hoes
These b!tches fainting when I pop out at my shows
My chains clanging, I can’t hear, I’m on the phone
Fu*k the cartiear, I need the presi’ I need it rose
And you tryna fu*k me for this money, I know
And you say you love me, you just thinking I’m slow

[Chorus]
Rob him, he acting tough then we gon’ take his wrist
Rob him, don’t play with us ’cause we don’t play with this
A grown b!tch ain’t sucking d!ck, I say I don’t play with kids
B!tch I’m locked in with them gangsters, you know who my daddy is

[Outro]
Rob him, he acting tough then we gon’ take his wrist
Rob him, he acting tough then we gon’ take his wrist
Rob him, he acting tough then we gon’ take his wrist
Rob him, he acting tough then we gon’ take his wrist