durk derrick banks
Chicago, Illinois
drinking my water while my crew put on my mic and adjusting my clothes after.
the dj announced me i jumped out on stage singing my hit song " no auto durk"
He got shot up in his shit, I hear he tryna flex (tryna flex)
Never care so much, ran out of woods, just pass the Dutch (pass the Dutch)
Your homies died, you don't never slide, it ain't adding up (it ain't addin' up)
Get caught with a pipe, you out same night, you fed or what? (You fed or what?)
New opp pack in the air, this gas or what?
He'd still be alive right now, if you niggas ain't gas him up
Give my shorties steamers and guns, I tell them slide for none (don't slide)
Everybody with this gang-gang shit so they ain't dying for none (ain't dyin')
If she don't fuck on the first night, off the rip, I ain't buying her none
I always performed with my all because i knew my fam was watching especially my mama and da gang.
I finished performing and I was all sweaty so I took of my shirt and threw it into the crowd and walked off smiling seeing how crazy they went.
" good show durk" my manger mark said patting my shoulder
" preciate it Brodie, but imma head home now he safe " I spoke leaving out the backdoor and into my car.
I opened my phone seeing texts flood my phone but the most important one was from von.
big head 💞🤞🏿
wassuh luh smurk
bug eyes 💗🤞🏿
yoo twin just got out my show imma ft u when I get home
droy💗🤞🏿
aight twin
seen.
I turned off my phone after seeing the last message von sent, I closed my eyes satisfied with how this day went.
I opened my door n I walked into the kitchen to grab some hot Cheetos then I went upstairs into my room. I closed my room door and went into my bathroom to run the water fa it to get hot n shit.
I put my phone on charge and then I stripped out my clothes and grabbed my towel. I stepped into the warm water and stared to lather up ave washed myself. once I felt clean enough I stepped out and dried off.
I went to my closet and threw on sum sweats and a white white beater, I then grabbed my lotion and put it on.
after I finally hopped in my bed and got comfy, I picked up my phone and FaceTime droy. on the third ring this nigga picked up smiling hard as hell into the camera grills blindin a nigga eyes n shit
" smurrkiooo" von singed out smiling
"droyyyyy" I sung out laughing and looking at him laying on his bed in da same shit I'm wearing.
" why tf you got in my fit bitch" I spoke looking at him through a fake glare
" nigga it's a wife beater n sweats and if it was anyone's fit it's mine cuz I was home b4 you bitch" he said " but nah fr doe you good d? ain't nb fucking witchu is they cuz I blow dry brains out boom boom!" he said making gun sounds
" yea I'm good, you good ion gotta shoot a nigga do I ?"
" nah twin I'm cooling I had a lil club show, how was yo show speaking of if"
" it was good twin , you know i had all da bitches goin smurkio crazyyyy"
" nigga bye you know I got the bitches all on my dick" I waved him off and asked him about making a sing tg
" I think we should make a sing twin I been thinking off it n I named it evil twins "
" hell yea, you know that's not even a question smurk. you gotta beat doe?"
I nodded my head and went into the studio part of my room and opened a file called beats and clicked on the label evil twins and played it for him
he nodded his head in approval and grabbed his book and so did I. we sat in a comfortable silence while the head still played writing lyrics.
" You want back then? (Let's get it)
Ayy, Von, tell bro go spin that Benz
All them niggas was scared to shoot our vids, we had guns in they lens (yeah)
He think he turnt, but we the reason why he keep guns in his pants (yeah, yeah)
You can't talk 'bout Von around me wherever I go (yeah, yeah)
'Cause that's my twin, nigga (Von)" I rapped
"See, shit got real (shit got real)
And I got locked up in that jam, but I ain't tell (nah, I ain't tell)
And my homie think I killed his cousin (what?)
Well, oh well (well, nigga, oh well)
Zoo just beat his body like I beat mine (what?)
Ain't no Ls (huh?)
Signed a deal for a couple mil'
Lil' nigga, I still drill (boom, boom)"
von rapped after and we just kept going back and forth rapping until we had da final lyrics
" shit hard asf smurk this gin be a hit fasho"
"mhmm I alr know it dayday" he smiled at the nick name I gave him since we was kids
" ain't I say stop calling me tha bitch"
" what? stop playing with me dayvon you know you live dat nickname shut up" I said looking at him
I got up n went on my bed and got back comfy and we just talked bout random shit until we fell asleep.
