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Set It Off

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"Set It Off." - Lil Durk

Friday, 23 October 2026, 06:37 pm

Album: Lil Durk 2X (Deluxe)

Track No: 10

You know I love my ****, man, to death
Free Nine
I can't change for no bitch, no money, no nothin', you hear me?
My loyalty's on my brothers, to these streets, you dig?
Gang, whoa
What you know 'bout trigger hands? We're done
What you know 'bout warrin' over money? Yeah, baby
365, tryna make it through the summer
What you know 'bout lawyers bein' for the public?
I just told my **** I can't go broke no more
I just told my jeweler I need an Audemars
I hit the lotto, copped a foreign car
Like I can't believe it
Fake hoes, say no, ay, fly shit, better clothes, ay
Choppers and Dracos, ay, I remember late shows, ay
Crack till the bank close, ay, fuckin' one of Drake hoes, ay
Stashin' the strap, where I'm from, you ain't safe, ay
War time, pop out, slide, get killed, you go outside
Not unless the mob's outside, never rat, keep my mouth quiet
Shoes cost your feature price, ay, free the guys till they outside
Four-hundred bands, that's why y'all mad
Signed Hyp, that's why y'all mad
Let if off in the roof and the hood, like set it off, front me a brick
I'ma get it off, since I was five, I've been a boss
Swag O.C., yeah, my queen is gold
Hear Ronny got out, but I ain't seen the boy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What you know 'bout trigger hands? We're done
What you know 'bout warrin' over money? Yeah, baby
365, tryna make it through the summer
What you know 'bout lawyers bein' for the public?
I just told my **** I can't go broke no more
I just told my jeweler I need an Audemars
I hit the lotto, copped a foreign car
Like I can't believe it
Nowhere to stay, always shots, nowhere to play, my life so crazy now
Spent eight on the section, fuck Section 8
I brought my mom a new crib, no more rent bein' late
I told my granny she get the world, and that's my word, okay?
Bar money, brick money, car money, stick money
Give a bitch nine dollar, a ho can't get shit from me
I used to sell soap, Gino ran out of coke
I hit 16, I had to tote because those killers ain't a joke
And I was tired of bein' broke, and I was tired of bein' poor
Kick door, kick door, I take it all and get gone
72 hours in a room, I never rat, so get on
You had to rat to get on, yeah, yeah
What you know 'bout trigger hands? We're done
What you know 'bout warrin' over money? Yeah, baby
365, tryna make it through the summer
What you know 'bout lawyers bein' for the public?
I just told my **** I can't go broke no more
I just told my jeweler I need an Audemars
I hit the lotto, copped a foreign car
Like I can't believe it

Writer(s): Durk Banks & Darrell Jackson.

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