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+**************************************************
+My Beyoncé[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Ooh, I like the way she move
+Shorty my baby, my everything, she the truth
+Together we cool, me and her can't lose
+Keep 'em on their feet, baby, I know they so confused
+Shorty my Beyoncé
+Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ
+Shorty my Beyoncé
+Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ
+My Beyoncé
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Trippin' on that drank, but I know she worth it
+Independent baby, I know she workin'
+Adriana's serving drinks, 20 bottles, urgent
+I know it can be better but nobody's perfect
+We flirted for a minute, DeJ, that's my baby
+I ain't trippin', I'm like Henny, yeah I'm in her kidneys
+She like to play her songs to the way I'm hittin' it
+Turn around like, "Damn Durk, I like the way you hittin' it"
+Don't believe the rumors, girl
+You know I'll do you, girl
+I don't wanna hear the shit about the niggas
+That tried to do you, girl
+Fuck the past right now
+Shawty got you right now
+And you hot right now
+You can get it right now, baby
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Ooh, I like the way she move
+Shorty my baby, my everything, she the truth
+Together we cool, me and her can't lose
+Keep 'em on their feet, baby, I know they so confused
+Shorty my Beyoncé
+Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ
+Shorty my Beyoncé
+Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ
+My Beyoncé
+[Verse 2: DeJ Loaf]
+I let him get it when he want it, knock it down and push up on it
+I was plottin' for a while, now I got him where I want him
+They didn't understand none of this was planned
+99 problems but a bitch better not be none
+Na na, na na, yeah yeah
+This ain't what he want, I told him that
+Leave your girl, be through with that
+Get with DeJ, he ain't ever goin' back
+He was shy when I seen him, now he smile
+Heard a few rumors but they ain't my style
+I be hatin' when he out of town
+Hotel, I FaceTime you, no towel
+They ain't get it but they ain't our problem
+What the fuck can they do about it?
+Durk and DeJ
+I'm thinkin' 'bout changin' my last name
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Ooh, I like the way she move
+Shorty my baby, my everything, she the truth
+Together we cool, me and her can't lose
+Keep 'em on their feet, baby, I know they so confused
+Shorty my Beyoncé
+Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ
+Shorty my Beyoncé
+Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ
+My Beyoncé
+
+[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
+You and I
+White dress, flowers, and a suit and tie
+Me and you like Bonnie and Clyde
+No beat the case, we're do or die
+Who am I to say you ain't natural?
+Your haters my haters, ain't switchin' up, baby, I got you
+I'm with her like a tattoo
+The way you wear that dress, they gon' attack you
+The way you look at me, baby, I got you
+I hit it from the front, I like the back too
+She say, "Lay down so I can ride you"
+I know that she fiending
+She scratchin' my back, I like how she screamin'
+I fuck her and leave her, she fiending
+Shawty my Beyoncé
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Ooh, I like the way she move
+Shorty my baby, my everything, she the truth
+Together we cool, me and her can't lose
+Keep 'em on their feet, baby, I know they so confused
+Shorty my Beyoncé
+Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ
+Shorty my Beyoncé
+Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ
+My Beyoncé
+
+[Outro: Lil Durk]
+Ooh, ooh
+Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ
+Ooh, ooh43EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+3 Headed Goat[Intro]
+(Aviator)
+
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+These ain't no Guess jeans
+I dropped out of school, I'm still good at math, but, nigga, don't test me
+I played to the left, they went to the right, they tried to finesse me
+Still riding 'round with that blicky, I hope they don't catch me
+Police had raided our spot, so we went to the next street
+Play like I'm dumb, as soon as it pop, I'm goin' retarded
+He say I'm hard and he say I'm garbage, I'm rich regardless
+We in Miami in the middle of the winter, and we on them jet skis
+If we in Atlanta, I'm runnin' the 'Cat and I'm workin' the red key
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+I cannot mention my homies inside of my song 'cause I know they be trappin' a lot
+I can't keep takin' these pills, when I'm in the trenches, they say I be cappin' a lot
+I know a nigga who say he got rich off the dope, but I know he be actin' a lot
+I know some niggas who said that they took down the city, but niggas be lackin' a lot
+Yeah
+That shit was awful, nigga had that dog food
+That day they shot you, I slid on a Mongoose
+You cannot come back around me, you turned your back on me, I cannot forget
+The police was lyin', they say that they caught you, but nigga, they made you admit
+Your name was found, you put in that work, they took your stick, you a bitch
+Fuck my opps, they be on my dick, they all be mad we rich (Turn up)
+[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
+Only twenty-five, livin' like a boss, ridin' 'round with a chauffeur
+I don't sell drugs, still be paranoid, keep lookin' over my shoulder
+Niggas lyin' like I'm stealin' swag, boy, that's my shit like I wrote it
+
+[Verse 3: Polo G]
+Uh
+These rappers really nice as hell
+I'm a different nigga when I'm pissed off
+Man, he say he gon' press up on who?
+I'ma get the steel like I'm Chris Paul
+Back to back suburbans, I'm a big dawg
+I was in the slums servin' Fentanyl
+Zombieland, junkies havin' withdrawals
+I been gettin' to it, lotta missed calls
+Turn it off, what the fuck is he talking 'bout?
+I should slap you for sayin' he hot as me
+I don't know who could fuck with me honestly
+They know I'm the man, so they watchin' me
+Different color bands like Monopoly
+Man, he must not be usin' his head
+If he thinkin' I don't keep a Glock with me
+That's like suicide if you play with us
+Got a better chance at the lottery
+Call an ambulance when that chopper sweep
+Make the crowd dance, choreography
+Once I got a plan, ain't no stoppin' me
+Three-car garage, million-dollar crib
+With a foreign bitch ridin' on top of me
+Lot of people done said I wouldn't be shit
+Well, I guess they owe me an apology
+[Chorus: Lil Baby]
+These ain't no Guess jeans
+I dropped out of school, I'm still good at math, but, nigga, don't test me
+I played to the left, they went to the right, they tried to finesse me
+Still riding 'round with that blicky, I hope they don't catch me
+Police had raided our spot, so we went to the next street
+Play like I'm dumb, as soon as it pop, I'm goin' retarded
+He say I'm hard and he say I'm garbage, I'm rich regardless
+We in Miami in the middle of the winter, and we on them jet skis
+If we in Atlanta, I'm runnin' the 'Cat and I'm workin' the red key35EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+India[Chorus]
+Don't wanna pretend with you
+Talking India
+I wanna do everything under the sun
+I wanna do everything just 1 on 1
+Ain't have relationships since 09'
+I want this shit right now can't waste time
+She so different, she so different
+She so different, she so different
+She so different, she so different
+She so different, she so different
+
+[Verse 1]
+I can't lie, I can't tell my guys
+That I'm in love and I feel so shy
+And we both turnt up we from the Chi
+But I don't ask about her other guy
+I just wanna eat you alive
+Be seen with you just put me in your line
+These niggas be hating don't want me in your life
+You gon' hear stories about me that shit ain't right
+The way you lick your lips
+The way you bite 'em
+The way you answer your facetime I like 'em
+I don't got no hoes no more, I'm show you
+When she make me go down low hear my vocals
+She just think I'm talking
+I can tell by her discussion
+She only fuck with bosses
+I can tell by her discussions
+She fuck my head up
+Feel like I got concussion
+Them percs I swallow make me want you I'm just honest
+I can't lie no more
+Late night don't hang out with my guys no more
+And you fine ain't gotta be finer no more
+I found her ain't gotta find her no more
+She found me in the trenches with hella bitches
+It started in her DM I had to get it
+[Chorus]
+Don't wanna pretend with you
+Talking India
+I wanna do everything under the sun
+I wanna do everything just 1 on 1
+Ain't have relationships since 09'
+I want this shit right now can't waste time
+She so different, she so different
+She so different, she so different
+She so different, she so different
+She so different, she so different
+
+[Verse 2]
+I wanted you and you knew this shit
+Won't brag you with no money cause you used to it
+I say I want a wife they say I'm losing it
+Before we move too fast we was cooling it
+Durkio, I'mma make you scream my name, Durkio
+This shit ain't for the fame, Durkio
+Too real, too real for games, Durkio
+I never been a lame, I just stay in my lane
+She can get designer she don't want it
+She just wanna stay too plain
+I like her she not goofy, she only like real niggas not no goofies
+She about her paper, that blue cheese
+She tweeted about a nigga and it blew me
+I know what I gotta do
+I know what I gotta prove
+I just know what I gotta get
+I know I gotta improve
+See I had that young mind young mind
+I had a young mind young mind
+[Chorus]
+Don't wanna pretend with you
+Talking India
+I wanna do everything under the sun
+I wanna do everything just 1 on 1
+Ain't have relationships since 09'
+I want this shit right now can't waste time
+She so different, she so different
+She so different, she so different
+She so different, she so different
+She so different, she so different9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Home Body[Intro: Lil Durk]
+DY Krazy
+Diamond around
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Baby, when I smash you, put your back in it
+Get that first nut, then I'm back in it
+Can you go deep? You keep asking it
+Don't take a whole Perc', she want half of it
+Drug sex, drug sex, yeah, yeah
+Rich sex, rich sex, yeah, yeah
+I know you nasty
+She be touchin' on her own body
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Don't like no outside bitch, I like a home body
+First time me fuckin', I told nobody
+Thought she was a Pretty Ricky bitch but she like Yo Gotti
+Thinkin' she a pretty decent bitch but she a ho probably
+A trip from LAX, she took some coke probably
+Wait 'til we leave Dubai then show her Coke body
+Drug sex, I might fuck her off a Xanax
+Stay woke, you can't take it, I'm not in yet
+That rough sex get her goin'
+You not gon' tell me 'bout no baby 'til you showin'
+I got a lil' ho at V-Live
+She got her butt tatted on each side
+I like her, she a boss and she don't D ride
+And I wear the pants, she don't decide
+Don't talk about your ex, you know he mad
+Bad bitch, you conceited
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Baby, when I smash you, put your back in it
+Get that first nut, then I'm back in it
+Can you go deep? You keep asking it
+Don't take a whole Perc', she want half of it
+Drug sex, drug sex, yeah, yeah
+Rich sex, rich sex, yeah, yeah
+I know you nasty
+She be touchin' on her own body
+
+[Verse 2: Gunna]
+You my bitch, I can't share you with nobody (Yeah)
+My whips just like my women 'cause they all exotic (Exotic)
+We been fuckin' for a year, they still don't know about it (Don't know about it)
+All the flights are private, got a personal pilot (Personal pilot)
+Put my dick, I let her ride it, gotta go deep inside (Deep inside)
+Pussy wetter than a Patek, it's drippin' off her body (Off your body)
+Turn the cameras on my neck, you think a light done blind you (Light done blind you)
+Put you in a three-star penthouse suite but can't nobody find you (Can't nobody find you)
+Two Teslas, havin' drug sex, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
+Percocets, perco-sex, yeah, yeah (Perco-sex)
+Suckin' dick, with no hands (With no hands, yeah)
+Use no hands if you callin' him, yeah, yeah
+
+[Verse 3: TK Kravitz]
+I see you yellin' out my name but you ain't sayin' shit
+No, you ain't sayin' shit, you don't know who you playin' with (Oh, no)
+I might die up in that pussy, I might overdose (Yeah)
+And you know I'm ridin' with you 'cause we hella close (Yeah)
+Got the baddest bitch in it, I don't mean to boast (Yeah)
+Champagne every day, we don't need to toast (Yeah)
+A young nigga stayin' solid, I don't do the most (Oh, no)
+So baby fuck me good before I go ghost (Woo)
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Baby, when I smash you, put your back in it
+Get that first nut, then I'm back in it
+Can you go deep? You keep asking it
+Don't take a whole Perc', she want half of it
+Drug sex, drug sex, yeah, yeah
+Rich sex, rich sex, yeah, yeah
+I know you nasty
+She be touchin' on her own body16EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Bang Bros[Verse 1]
+I got cash and they mad, I pull up in that Jag'
+My shoe red, your boo mad 'cause I'm shitting on they ass
+I got cash I pop tags rob me pop your ass
+I stay flee I'm the man video on demand
+Stripper bitches, fat ass, fire face, you that mad
+Smoking dope that gas, savager hammertime
+Calling up Jason Nine straight A down the drive
+Thick bitches down to ride that's why they mad at me
+Ten dicks to meet the president now
+Gotta do the whole squad to be the shit now
+I got a deal, thinking I'm the shit now
+I'll never change never wife a bitch now
+
+[Chorus]
+You wanna meet the president you gotta meet the bang bros
+Hella bank rolls all them bank rolls ain't yours
+Spending flexing so much cash that it can't fold
+Up and coming rappers man I don't see those
+Boy, all that cuffing you should be a P.O
+So much designer shit that I can give away clothes
+All these new niggas all that shit rapping is old
+To meet the president you gotta meet the bang bros
+
+[Verse 2]
+Hold up they know we shit like sure enough
+Can't sleep on us like pour up
+Hole in them just like donuts we go nuts
+D-Thang shares thots, SB shares thots, Chino shares thots
+But I can't wife a thot see its levels to this shit
+She fuck a bang bros and you married to this bitch
+A salad I got all types of carrots on my wrist
+One night I don't need a lot of shit
+These bitches is crazy these bitches amaze me
+These niggas don't phase me money and the streets raised me
+The industry crazy just a problem
+I'm a young nigga I'm just chasing me some dollars
+[Chorus]
+You wanna meet the president you gotta meet the bang bros
+Hella bank rolls all them bank rolls ain't yours
+Spending flexing so much cash that it can't fold
+Up and coming rappers man I don't see those
+Boy, all that cuffing you should be a P.O
+So much designer shit that I can give away clothes
+All these new niggas all that shit rapping is old
+To meet the president you gotta meet the bang bros85EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Dis Ain’t What U Want[Intro]
+Bueller, Bueller
+Bueller, Bueller
+Bank
+Bank account
+
+[Hook]
+Tell me what's it gonna be, yeah, this ain't what you want
+I call it how I see it, son, this ain't what you want
+I'm on the road, doin' shows so well, this ain't what you want
+'Cause the road, you can't go, I know, this ain't what you want
+I hear them niggas after me but this ain't what you want (this ain't what you want)
+And I guarantee this ain't what you want
+I'm from the land where ain't no lackin' at, this ain't what you want
+I wrap 'em up, we get it done 'cause this ain't what you want
+
+[Verse 1]
+Niggas claim that they're after me but this ain't what they want
+'Cause I hopped into this industry, this ain't what they want
+See this rap shit ain't shit to me, this ain't what they want
+I got the police all into me, this ain't what they want
+In my own city they hate on me, put weight on me
+Fuck TMZ, fuck breaking news and ABC
+I can't do no shows 'cause I terrify my city
+They say I terrify my city
+Niggas gettin' slumped, you're the first to get blamed
+A nigga try us, he the first one to get changed
+They say "he snitch", tryna put dirt on my name
+They ride on me, ask is Lil Durk my name (L's)
+[Chorus]
+Tell me what's it gonna be, yeah, this ain't what you want
+I call it how I see it, son, this ain't what you want
+I'm on the road, doin' shows so well, this ain't what you want
+'Cause the road, you can't go, I know, this ain't what you want
+I hear them niggas after me but this ain't what you want
+And I guarantee this ain't what you want
+I'm from the land where ain't no lackin' at, this ain't what you want
+I wrap 'em up, we get it done 'cause this ain't what you want
+
+[Verse 2]
+Daddy doin' life, snitches doin' months
+I'm screamin' free the real 'cause this ain't what you want
+A nigga claim 300, add a K, you done
+I'm really in the field 'cause this is what I want (this what I want)
+I'ma turn the streets up, this is a anthem
+Niggas hate on my squad, I tell 'em step the shit up (L, Ls)
+Same since day one and I can't change up
+After all of the gossip, I'll still a-change some
+Fuck-niggas don't want none (niggas don't want it)
+They don't want it
+Same niggas since day one (day one)
+Nigga, I'm 3Hunna (L, L's)
+
+[Chorus]
+Tell me what's it gonna be, yeah, this ain't what you want
+I call it how I see it, son, this ain't what you want
+I'm on the road, doin' shows so well, this ain't what you want
+'Cause the road, you can't go, I know, this ain't what you want
+I hear them niggas after me but this ain't what you want
+And I guarantee this ain't what you want
+I'm from the land where ain't no lackin' at, this ain't what you want
+I wrap 'em up, we get it done 'cause this ain't what you want
+(L's, L's)55EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+No Standards[Intro]
+Chopsquad
+
+[Chorus]
+I can't get over my pain
+Make you feel better
+Fuck with niggas I know
+Won't make you feel better
+This is a lifestyle that I live
+Fuckin' with these different bitches
+And you tryna break my heart
+Fuckin' with these different niggas
+You know you can't get over me
+You know you can't get away from me
+You know bitches dont play with me
+You know you know
+
+[Verse 1]
+I know the consequences of my actions
+This shit real I ain't even just rappin'
+Fuckin' with niggas that I know get back
+How I know that boy ain't smash
+I know you with him cause he gotta sack
+You say you don't like no feelings attached
+I know that you lied can't mix shit with facts
+Ho
+You think ima run back to you that shit dead
+Tell 'em how me and you be textin' each other yeah
+So you told me you wouldn't fuck him
+Know you lyin' why you scared
+You know I gotta bitch, don't open your message, leave you on read
+Can't talk to you like I used to
+Can't see me you gotta pull up YouTube
+Even though my situation you lose
+Fuckin' with your friend ex, nigga you screwed
+I know you tryna figure out who I'm talkin about
+I told you imma spazz told me put the guns down
+You got 'em around your kids when they ain't around
+I can fuck on who I want, I'm famous now
+Got yo friends all in yo ear sayin' that I'm bad
+And you keep on listenin' it make me mad
+Keep on reminiscing make me want to slide
+It seem like that you sold your heart for a bag
+[Chorus]
+I can't get over my pain
+Make you feel better
+Fuck with niggas I know
+Won't make you feel better
+This is a lifestyle that I live
+Fuckin' with these different bitches
+And you tryna break my heart
+Fuckin' with these different niggas
+You know you can't get over me
+You know you can't get away from me
+You know bitches dont play with me
+You know you know
+
+[Verse 2]
+Fuck this shit
+You broke my heart so many times I was like fuck a bitch
+I just wanna get the money nigga for the fuck of it
+Fuck them other niggas that you fuck with I don't fuck with them
+Tell your brother stay from around me cause I don't fuck with him
+They don't really want no war with me it ain't enough of them
+You barely kinky but you a slut for him
+You ain't even that mean, but you tough for him
+You had me soft I couldn't function it
+Only gave me pussy, wasn't suckin' it
+I heard the rumors who you fuckin' with
+I wish I found out sooner that you a dirty bitch
+Back to the basics, lets speak facts
+I was with you when I was sippin' act
+I doped you up you has menthol swag
+Square, I don't ever wanna see yo ass
+Yea, I know imma dog that shit ain't fair
+Thought I'll be mad I don't even care
+Now I put my new bitch on the Lear
+Diamonds in the air like chandeliers
+If she around then I'm aware
+You say ''only him,'' you lyin' again
+Bluetooth in the coupe you need to pair
+That hoe shit was in the air
+If your friends a ho then you's a ho
+Wherever you go I know they go
+Don't follow your dream you follow bankrolls
+Yo ass so fake thought you was ten toes
+[Chorus]
+I can't get over my pain
+Make you feel better
+Fuck with niggas I know
+Won't make you feel better
+This is a lifestyle that I live
+Fuckin' with these different bitches
+And you tryna break my heart
+Fuckin' with these different niggas
+You know you can't get over me
+You know you can't get away from me
+You know bitches dont play with me
+You know you know2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Like Me[Intro]
+Let's get it
+Eh ohh
+No oh
+
+[Chorus: Jeremih]
+She don't know about real niggas, she don't know no boss
+She don't know about foreign cars, she don't what that cost
+She don't know about love, she don't know what that is
+She don't know about riding 'round and spending it like this (Now she wanna fuck)
+Fuck with a nigga like me, wanna fuck with a nigga like me
+Now she wanna fuck
+Fuck with a nigga like me, wanna fuck with a nigga like me
+Hit the club with a nigga like me
+Do drugs with a nigga like me
+Fall in love with a nigga like me
+And never love another nigga, never love another nigga like me
+(Me, me)
+Buck!
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Have you ever met a Chi-Town nigga?
+Girl I heard you need a go-getter
+You ain't never meet a rapper with the swag of a savage and a dope dealer
+I'm the realest nigga that you see
+I know you tired of them broke niggas
+Heard he bought you a bag for a G
+Why you fuckin' with them broke niggas?
+Ginger ale and a fifth of liquor
+Where you going, girl? I'm going with ya
+Ride with me 'cause I'm number one
+Two bitches, Malcolm in the middle
+Fly to Vegas, bet life
+Legs in the air, call it "jet life"
+Shawty give me top with the neck like
+Shit gave me life, I can't get right, I can't get right
+[Verse 2: Jeremih]
+Got you jacuzzi water on a hundred
+Got your tempo on a hundred, let it bubble up (Bubble up, bubble up, bub)
+Need a bad bitch, tryna be a bad girl
+You know I'm tryna trouble up (You know, I'm tryna trouble up, shawty)
+Buy everything she wants two times, baby, double up (Know you really want it)
+Say she need more niggas out here like me 'cause there's not enough (Not enough, not enough, no, no)
+
+[Chorus: Jeremih]
+She don't know about real niggas, she don't know no boss
+She don't know about foreign cars, she don't what that cost
+She don't know about love, she don't know what that is
+She don't know about riding 'round and spending it like this (Now she wanna fuck)
+Fuck with a nigga like me, wanna fuck with a nigga like me
+Now she wanna fuck
+Fuck with a nigga like me, wanna fuck with a nigga like me
+Hit the club with a nigga like me
+Do drugs with a nigga like me
+Fall in love with a nigga like me
+And never love another nigga, never love another nigga like me
+(Me, me)
+
+[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
+You ain't never been in my town, nigga
+A good place to go but the murder rate's so ridiculous
+Fell in love with some R&B bitch
+And I know that it's good for the fame and for the image
+Shawty gave me head like a penny
+But she should go gold
+Ain't really been in love in a minute
+It won't hurt if no one know 'bout me
+Fuck a bag off
+No makeup, you look better with your mask off
+Rich nigga wanna buzz, like to brag y'all
+But a nigga like me, ain't no nigga like me
+I'm a Boss, Hugo
+Rich nigga since birth, you know
+You my bitch don't get mad, Cujo
+Nigga like me, I'm that nigga, nigga
+Gettin' money since a little nigga
+Shawty thinks she the shit, but she could be a lil' thicker
+Fuck on my name and a little liquor
+I got 'em pissed, I'm the shit, nigga
+So why do they hate? I gotta get cake
+These niggas so fake
+So stay out my way (My way)
+Ain't too many niggas like me
+[Chorus: Jeremih]
+She don't know about real niggas (Yeah), she don't know no boss
+She don't know about foreign cars, she don't what that cost
+She don't know about love, she don't know what that is
+She don't know about riding 'round and spending it like this (Now she wanna fuck)
+Fuck with a nigga like me, wanna fuck with a nigga like me
+Now she wanna fuck
+Fuck with a nigga like me, wanna fuck with a nigga like me
+Hit the club with a nigga like me
+Do drugs with a nigga like me
+Fall in love with a nigga like me
+And never love another nigga, never love another nigga like me
+(Me, me)106EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Make It Out[Intro]
+But if I call you my brother that mean you my brother, you know what I'm sayin'?
+Nothin' more, nothin' less, family
+I been hearing too many rumors in these streets niggas tryin' kill us, rob us all that
+What's up with that?
+But it be the niggas that been around us, you know what I'm sayin'?
+Or be around us
+We ain't gon' slip up, we ten toes
+Remy
+You know what I'm sayin' we gotta make it out
+That's how they gon' get it
+
+[Chorus]
+I get so high I put these drugs into my system
+I love you with all my heart, ain't no probably
+You choose your life over your son, that shit killed him
+I never asked you for anything, just your honesty
+How you trade on me like that? I'm your family
+And she tried to chase a bag before I had to leave
+But two wrongs don't make it right
+Get with your dog and make it right
+
+[Verse 1]
+We do pop-ups, had my back when I was locked up
+I was Glocked up
+Niggas hate 'cause they can't stop us (No no)
+We was turnt up, gang war can't knock us
+Sliding in them DMs, tryna slide up on the oppas, yeah
+I'm so nauseous off them drugs, too high off them percocets
+Tryna follow behind my cousin, I wasn't focused yet
+We would rob the robbers, kill the killers, label us a threat
+Extort your big homie, like we from LAX
+I was so high, I wish I replied to L'A's text
+But we had jumped into them streets and made a mess
+I was dressing my homies up for they funerals
+Holding on they OGs tight, they did the most
+Ducking from investigation, trying to keep my reputation
+Give them my expiration, looking for inspiration
+Pray for my generation, fuck Trump, them bitches racist
+Bought 'Raris just to race it, yeah yeah
+[Chorus]
+I get so high I put these drugs into my system
+I love you with all my heart, ain't no probably
+You choose your life over your son, that shit killed him
+I never asked you for anything, just your honesty
+How you trade on me like that? I'm your family
+And she tried to chase a bag before I had to leave
+But two wrongs don't make it right
+Get with your dog and make it right
+
+[Verse 2]
+Joke and laugh all day to stop from crying
+Keep my gun on me to stop from dyin'
+Can't listen to no rumors 'cause it block my mind
+Can't feed into that bullshit ain't got the time
+I know what I did boy, this life I enjoy
+Why you pretend boy, this shit I live for it (Uh huh)
+You was hooked on drugs, I was hooked on phonics
+Signed to the street,s I ain't never go to college
+Asked you for cash, you ain't never say you got it (Damn)
+But I gave you my last, yeah
+And I'm the same nigga since last year
+I told my momma I can't go down for this case
+Got the same lawyer, beat R. Kelly piss case
+State's attorney want me so bad
+At the time I need you bad
+Told myself ain't going back
+Told myself can't go like that
+[Chorus]
+I get so high I put these drugs into my system
+I love you with all my heart, ain't no probably
+You choose your life over your son, that shit killed him
+I never asked you for anything, just your honesty
+How you trade on me like that? I'm your family
+And she tried to chase a bag before I had to leave
+But two wrongs don't make it right
+Get with your dog and make it right8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+52 Bars Part 2[Intro]
+Young Chop on the beat
+Yeah
+They told to come back on another bars, you hear me?
+I'ma do it though
+This ain't 52, but it's bars
+Bow (Let's get it)
+Bow (Let's get it)
+Bow
+
+[Verse 1]
+Body bag, body bag
+Foe'nem, they don chopped his ass
+No parole, but the pole I got, it done dropped his ass
+No toll, headshot, gave his whole top a tag
+Drama act, in da cut were llamas at, copy cat
+Coppas on my ass and shit, ain't do it , innocent
+Niggas know my resume, 30 poppa Bay Bay kid
+You don't know who Bay Bay is? 46, Woodlawn
+OTF the family, even my barber tapin' shit
+Uzi spit, got a deal
+Coolin' with my movie bitch
+Movie clip, for a opp nigga or a goofy bitch
+Get head from my groupie bitch
+You wifin' hoes, you losin' it
+Thinkin' you aluminum, you would get stretched, bag, homicide
+Police at my baby shower
+Sup 'Lo, before your ass was born I saved a 900 thou
+Dede on his savage shit, you know that boy be wildin' out
+You know I bring savage out
+Lurkin' like, why they hidin' out
+Drama life, but my whole family told me to calm it down
+Bro'nem gotta be bonding out
+Me and my bitch we bonding now
+No cass, but that Mac I got that bitch work condom style
+I spit crack like Bobby Brown
+They know I'm a problem child
+Wifin, we don't do that shit, that shit be trifling
+Cause the same bitch that eat the clit, like she dyking
+Lovin hoes, but the same bitch we put the pipe in
+She sucking dick, the same bitch you give goodnight kiss
+Sucka, yo ass a sucka, Superman
+If I can't make you dance I bet that uzi can
+Backflip, if you front your move when that mac spit
+All I know is drill, drill, drill on my Pac shit
+[Interlude]
+5 (Yeah!), 4 (Yeah!), 3 (Yeah!), 2..
+I'm Back In!
+
+[Verse 2]
+My shootas gonna shoot some shit
+Ruthless shit cause we do this shit
+Black girls on some spooky shit
+Droppin' shit, we go through some shit
+Red light, red tape, caught a couple Ls on some goofy shit
+Goofy niggas claiming shit, niggas ain't even do this shit
+OTF 300, 3hunna, no that be GBE
+Body count with the opps we on the top cause we stay in the lead
+Don't lack, it crack, no Chris Paul my Clippers give him 3
+You betta at Tennessee, I ain't talking Tennessee
+Massacre, robbin shit
+Masked up like I'm Dracula, mobbin shit, no Gucci Mane, niggas know that we cashin' up
+Twister with the blicky it's black and it spins fast as fuck
+Niggas rapped a life time, who'd eva thought I'd pass em' up
+I'm from West Hyde and we gangbang
+Where shortys be posted in cuts in them gangways
+Crangin' niggas, police ass niggas call em ranger niggas
+Free my nigga Richie Rich, he be so quick to change a nigga
+
+[Outro]
+Squad, yeah, yeah, yeah
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+Feelin' good
+Fuck 'em28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+How I Know[Intro]
+(W-W-W-William)
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk & Lil Baby]
+How I know if you die for me?
+Know if you shoot for me?
+How I know if you still love me? Yeah, yeah
+How I know you won't steal from me?
+Know you won't kill for me?
+I know that you still love me, yeah, yeah
+How I know you won't turn on me?
+Feel like the love phony, gotta keep my gun on me, yeah, yeah
+How I know you won't die for me?
+Know you will ride for me, just don't ever lie to me, yeah, yeah
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
+Thought I'd never see the day that you would switch up (Switch up)
+Ain't no hard feelings, I'm wishing you good luck (Good luck)
+I can't lie, I miss your touch, you got that good love (Good love)
+I put diamonds on your hand, now hold your fist up (Fist up)
+How I know if I get jammed, you gon' keep it real?
+How you gon' say that I ain't solid? I ain't never squealed
+If I die today, give it to my son, ain't writin' no will
+All these thoughts inside my head, it got me poppin' pills
+Runnin' with my steel
+There's some niggas in the rear
+If they get they chance, they will
+But I ain't worried, I'm gon' kill
+I'm gon' drill every one of them
+We gon' kill every one of them
+[Chorus: Lil Durk & Lil Baby]
+How I know if you die for me?
+Know if you shoot for me?
+How I know if you still love me? Yeah, yeah
+How I know you won't steal from me?
+Know you won't kill for me?
+I know that you still love me, yeah, yeah
+How I know you won't turn on me?
+Feel like the love phony, gotta keep my gun on me, yeah, yeah
+How I know you won't die for me?
+Know you will ride for me, just don't ever lie to me, yeah, yeah
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+One time to cross out migo, he gon' take your life
+So I don't understand how Plies ran off on the plug twice (Plug twice)
+And you can't remix none of that lean if it's not cut right (Cut right)
+And you can't say you super trill, 'cause you ain't cut right
+Sex her once, then kick her out 'cause I don't nut twice (Nut twice)
+The way that A$AP died don't sit in my gut right
+And if we ever find the killer, then he must die (Must die)
+And I'm always low on niggas, I don't trust high
+I don't know if you gon' ride, don't know if you gon' slide
+Don't know want me to die, don't know if it's your pride
+And if it is, then hide it then (Hide it then)
+Me and Lil Baby do it for the trenches, we gon' ride with them (For sure, for sure)
+[Chorus: Lil Durk & Lil Baby]
+How I know if you die for me?
+Know if you shoot for me?
+How I know if you still love me? Yeah, yeah
+How I know you won't steal from me?
+Know you won't kill for me?
+I know that you still love me, yeah, yeah
+How I know you won't turn on me?
+Feel like the love phony, gotta keep my gun on me, yeah, yeah
+How I know you won't die for me?
+Know you will ride for me, just don't ever lie to me, yeah, yeah5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Decline[Hook: Chief Keef]
+I'm rollin', she callin', she stalkin'
+My phone and, I don't answer
+I keep declining
+She keep whinin' on my line and
+I'm like go, I'm on the road
+I'm fuckin' hoes, I'm countin' rolls
+And you know, how it glo'
+With the glo, we get dough
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+She rollin', gold diggin'
+She call me, I'm on it
+Talkin' shit, my bitch
+She calling me, block list
+Thot bitch, opp shit
+She can't come home no more
+I say she on the opp shit
+Can't call my phone no more
+Said the bitch wanna fuck with a no name
+He a straight goofy, he so lame
+Sippin' on the act, that's codeine
+Sit back catch a nut, that’s protein
+OTF bitch that's, Glo Gang
+Got 20k stuffed in these Balmain's
+Broke ass nigga keep talking
+You ain't gang gang, gang gang, gang
+[Hook: Chief Keef]
+I'm rollin', she callin', she stalkin'
+My phone and, I don't answer
+I keep declining
+She keep whinin' on my line and
+I'm like go, I'm on the road
+I'm fuckin' hoes, I'm countin' rolls
+And you know, how it glo'
+With the glo, we get dough
+
+[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
+Smokin' dope, ridin' slow
+When I ride fast, cops on my ass
+So I know, ride cautious
+Cars be stalkin', cars be honkin'
+Like my hoes, they be on my ass
+They just want my cash, they just wanna brag
+I can't loan they ass, I ain't on that man
+I got lots of gwap, and you know that man
+I send lot of shots, and you know that man
+I been doing this shit since 08 man
+Sellin' D, know that man
+Ain't nothin' to me, I been doin' that man
+
+[Hook: Chief Keef]
+I'm rollin', she callin', she stalkin'
+My phone and, I don't answer
+I keep declining
+She keep whinin' on my line and
+I'm like go, I'm on the road
+I'm fuckin' hoes, I'm countin' rolls
+And you know, how it glo'
+With the glo, we get dough
+[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
+I got the gang with me
+No opp shit but they can't hang with me
+She got to pay for this dick bitch
+You can't come hang for free
+I ain't talkin' bout the app
+No nigga in the city come hang with me
+Niggas try to rob but I keep my chain with me
+That shit dead, nigga who scared?
+No Su-Wu, how we move, no purp, so we sip red
+Shawty wanna ride with a real nigga
+Shawty gone die for a real nigga
+Shawty won't lie to a real nigga
+But she rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
+
+[Hook: Chief Keef]
+I'm rollin', she callin', she stalkin'
+My phone and, I don't answer
+I keep declining
+She keep whinin' on my line and
+I'm like go, I'm on the road
+I'm fuckin' hoes, I'm countin' rolls
+And you know, how it glo'
+With the glo, we get dough84EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Try Me (Remix)[Chorus]
+Let a nigga try me, try me
+I'm a get his whole mothafuckin' family
+And I ain't playin with nobody
+Fuck around and I'm a catch a body
+Let a nigga try me, try me
+I'm a get his whole mothafuckin' family
+And I ain't playin with nobody
+Fuck around and I'm a catch a body
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Dej got the .40, I got the mac up
+Bullets to his face, police call for backup
+And just because I rap I still a whack some
+Niggas need grammys, they straight actors
+Free RondoNumbaNine he just caught a body
+RIP to Nuski, my cousin called me
+I seen my cousin bleeding I damn near lost it
+Thats why I gotta ride through all the opp shit
+I don't do relations so don't waste it
+Bitch ain't send me money, I had to face it
+And since my car white they'll swear I'm racist
+She say she freak nasty so I'm on that shit
+Niggas snitching here, he'll get his face lift
+Bitch I'm from Chicago where we go ape shit
+If we catch a hommie we don't say shit
+Even rappers know we ain't who to play with
+I can't wife a eater, I just freak her
+Pass her to my niggas like a blunt of reefer
+30 don’t jam it's like aquafina
+Free my nigga Jam that lil boy a demon
+And since I got my deal, I feel important
+I live what I rap and just record it
+They tried to give me 10 if I didn't have a lawyer
+Niggas out here snitching, they're straight informers
+Try Me! Try Me!
+Bullets got his name on it like a ID
+Sipping on the lean is like my IV
+My crazy life, I feel like YG
+[Chorus]
+Let a nigga try me, try me
+I'm a get his whole mothafuckin' family
+And I ain't playin with nobody
+Fuck around and I'm a catch a body
+Let a nigga try me, try me
+I'm a get his whole mothafuckin' family
+And I ain't playin with nobody
+Fuck around and I'm a catch a body91EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+What You Do to Me (Remix)[Intro: Lil Durk]
+Yeah, baby what you do to me
+Let's take a ride baby
+Let's take a ride baby
+
+Take a ride with me in my car, don’t take it wrong I’m a star
+I want you baby go hard, let’s take a ride off to Mars
+Couple hate you baby, I made it
+Everybody left you, I’ll take you
+You backed out of relations, and we ain’t got a relation baby
+
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+What you do to me, what you do to me, baby
+What you do to me, what you do to me, baby
+What you do to me, what you do to me
+What you do to me, baby what you do to me
+Take a ride off in my car, don’t take it wrong I’m a star
+I want you baby go hard, let’s take off to Mars
+Baby what you do to me, what you do to me, baby
+What you do to me, what you do to me, baby
+
+[Verse 1: DeJ Loaf]
+Change your life, change your life
+Type of shit that I do
+Make you fall in love
+Type of shit that I do
+You got me screamin' to the top of my lungs
+You make me feel like I'm on top of the world
+Need a nigga like Durk yeah
+We could start a family, OTF yeah
+He be off lean, still work me out
+In that good pussy, good stroke yeah
+All you bitches mad I came thru
+And I locked it down, I hold it down, I got you baby
+That's right, whoa, whoa
+Real rider, coupe rider sider
+Yeah that's my baby, I don't need no other driver
+Don't need cash, I just bought Balenciaga's
+He a savage, I love everything about him like...
+[Hook: Lil Durk & Dej Loaf]
+What you do to me, what you do to me, baby
+What you do to me, what you do to me, baby
+What you do to me, what you do to me
+What you do to me, baby what you do to me
+Take a ride off in my car, don’t take it wrong I’m a star
+I want you baby go hard, let’s take off to Mars
+Baby what you do to me, what you do to me, baby
+What you do to me, what you do to me, baby
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+I don't sip Henny, so it's me, lean, and you
+Like fuck on my niggas, you fuck with a savage
+So I'm gon' crazy, they fuck wit you
+Me, you, no others cool
+Dej Loaf, baby I want you
+Truth or dare so it’s true
+Wanna blow that pussy like a flute
+I'm wanna lean on it
+Rap or sing on it
+Put a ring on it, no Beyonce
+We could be like Kim and Kanye
+Except you could be my fiancé
+Balenciaga's, you could have the Jordan's
+My show money, you can't afford it
+Real shit, ain't just recording
+Just made 200 off of tourin'
+These bitches basic, they boring
+Fake girls, I love those fibbers
+She takin' singles, I blew it
+And I can't wife these hoes, and she know it
+She wantin' relations and I'm all for it
+Baby what you do to me
+[Hook: Lil Durk & Dej Loaf]
+What you do to me, what you do to me, baby
+What you do to me, what you do to me, baby
+What you do to me, what you do to me
+What you do to me, baby what you do to me
+Take a ride off in my car, don’t take it wrong I’m a star
+I want you baby go hard, let’s take off to Mars
+Baby what you do to me, what you do to me, baby
+What you do to me, what you do to me, baby20EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+What You Do To Me[Intro]
+Yeah, baby what you do to me
+Let's take a ride baby
+Let's take a ride baby
+
+Take a ride with me in my car, don’t take it wrong I’m a star
+I want you baby go hard, let’s take a ride off to Mars
+Couple hate you baby, I made it
+Everybody left you, I’ll take you
+You backing out of relations, if we ain’t got a relation baby
+
+[Hook]
+What you do to me, what you do to me
+Baby what you do to me, what you do to me
+Baby what you do to me, what you do to me
+What you do to me, baby what you do to me
+Take a ride off in my car, don’t take it wrong I’m a star
+I want you baby go hard, let’s take off to Mars
+Baby what you do to me, what you do to me
+Baby what you do to me, what you do to me
+Baby
+
+[Verse 1]
+We can make magic, you fuck with a savage
+You need me the most, I hop out of traffic
+Fuck my nigga right now, if you need me right now
+I come to lay that pipe down, but I can’t fight you right now
+Did you give me something baby, cause you got me going crazy
+Chanel bag, Birkin bag, Louis too, Gucci shoes
+You feeling me I’m feeling you
+Real nigga need a real bitch
+Just somebody just to chill with
+Bend you over grab the mirror
+Open the window so they can hear you
+The way you look at me, grab that Brazilian
+Them chances one of a million
+[Hook]
+What you do to me, what you do to me
+Baby what you do to me, what you do to me
+Baby what you do to me, what you do to me
+What you do to me, baby what you do to me
+Take a ride off in my car, don’t take it wrong I’m a star
+I want you baby go hard, let’s take off to Mars
+Baby what you do to me, what you do to me
+Baby what you do to me, what you do to me
+Baby
+
+[Verse 2]
+What's up, baby let me know what's up
+Up against the world baby
+A-1, and she's so A-1
+Her lips got me going crazy
+Make a man for your Insta
+Nigga want to fuck because of your Insta
+Next day fucking your sister
+Can’t be mad, baby it’s pimping
+Baby I’m different, I want to be faithful
+Baby just listen, I want to be grateful
+I love you and I hate you, through the bullshit I take you
+Wifey I make you, let’s take me a vacation
+So I do what I want, baby I love you
+I do what I want, they just want to fuck you
+So what you do to me
+[Hook]
+What you do to me, what you do to me
+Baby what you do to me, what you do to me
+Baby what you do to me, what you do to me
+What you do to me, baby what you do to me
+Take a ride off in my car, don’t take it wrong I’m a star
+I want you baby go hard, let’s take off to Mars
+Baby what you do to me, what you do to me
+Baby what you do to me, what you do to me
+Baby
+
+[Produced by Squat]56EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+All Love[Intro]
+(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it)
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+They told me it's all love, but I love all
+I'm Cash App-in' a couple hundred whenever my brother call
+Sometimes I like to scandalize, feel like I'm above 'em all
+It was a joke when he copped out, now he wanna jump the wall
+Them niggas always with some goofies, gettin' jumped at malls
+I was tired of fuckin', it was one more condom, I made the condom fall
+From Stall & Dean jacket, that shit turned to Gucci scarf
+Like fuck the whole world no matter who involved
+
+[Chorus: Booka600]
+It's all love (Man, it's all love)
+It's all love (Man, it's all love)
+It's all love (Man, it's all love)
+It's all love (Man, it's all love)
+It's all love (Man, it's all love)
+It's all love (Man, it's all love)
+It's all love (Man, it's all love)
+It's all love (Man, it's all love)
+It's all love
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+Man, it's all love
+You can't love me without my brother 'cause it's all us
+I'm off a Perc', my brother Doodie, he off a small bus
+But I'm a baller, when I pass the ball, I yell, "Hut"
+Gotta watch them cheesy, sneaky bitches, they be stealin' nut
+I talk down on the trenches' hoes, knowin' damn well I still fucked
+But the money keep me insane, and I ain't know what a homie was
+I was fucked up in the trenches, I ain't even know what a Rollie was
+I used to look up to this nigga, but he gave his homie up
+'Cause his daughter twelve years old, he gotta go do twenty-one
+And I don't fuck with no fuck niggas, so these niggas don't owe me nothin'
+Grown niggas act like kids, actin' like they Benjamin Button
+Put my own fee down for my lawyer, that shit was twenty-one hundred
+Had a deep talk with my dawg and he still wasn't comin'
+With a gun or without his gun, I say he still not runnin'
+And he tote his gun like 50, but he still one hundred, nigga
+[Chorus: Booka600]
+It's all love (Man, it's all love)
+It's all love (Man, it's all love)
+It's all love (Man, it's all love)
+It's all love (Man, it's all love)
+It's all love
+
+[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
+It's all love, I thought it was real
+He took a Percocet, wasn't all tryna pop a pill
+Tryna prove a point to pop off first, he ain't your dawg for real
+I gotta acknowledge that Lam' truck 'cause I had a Bonneville
+I don't get mad when the guys tell me no 'cause I know my mama will
+Different niggas, they rockin' Polo, I'm rockin' Tommy Hil'
+Trenches niggas, they'll drop it all when it's time to kill
+First time was a throw off on my backgrounds when I signed a deal
+They say it's favoritism, nah, these the ones I love the most
+I bought her two, three diamond chokers 'cause she love to choke
+1942 with a small pill, she love the boat
+Durkio, Smurkio, yeah, she love the G.O.A.T.
+Yeah, I love them G locks
+Got away from all them phony niggas, I had to detox
+They don't even shoot at niggas no more, they love to beatbox
+Walked up out your life with a pair of socks
+That's two hundred, that's them G socks
+[Chorus: Booka600]
+It's all love (Man, it's all love)
+It's all love (Man, it's all love)
+It's all love (Man, it's all love)
+It's all love (Man, it's all love)
+It's all love (Man, it's all love)
+It's all love (Man, it's all love)
+It's all love (Man, it's all love)
+It's all love (Man, it's all love)
+It's all love4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+1 (773) Vulture[Chorus]
+Why the opposition callin' my line?
+Tellin' me to come outside
+I would, but I know they lyin'
+(I been through this shit before, you know?)
+Foe'nem told me keep my iron
+My momma had a dream about me dyin'
+I told her that I hope she lyin'
+It's gon' be a homicide
+It's gon' be a homicide
+Fuck with Durk and they dyin' today (facts)
+They told me they sick and tired
+They don't want to die today
+
+[Verse]
+Whatever my niggas be wantin', know I got 'em (I got 'em)
+I be off them drugs, addicted to narcotics (narcotics)
+2012 niggas wasn't with me in the 'partments
+I'ma take a risk, carry my guns inside my joggers (yeah yeah)
+Why you steady playin' hoe? Let me be their father
+Kill his ass in the streets, we hope they don't charge us (don't charge us)
+We can't find your ass, we gon' kill your artist (On God)
+And you know it's guaranteed when I say promise (yeah yeah)
+And I got some shawtys that gon' shoot
+They gon' do the shit you ain't gon' do
+They gon' slide through your block, they make calls on you (Let's get it)
+You hang with them and don't supposed to, it's gon' fall on you
+Spit on me bad when I was down, I'ma ball on you
+And you ain't thinkin' 'bout getting no money, til' it dawned on you (yeah yeah)
+And nigga I'll drill for 'em (drill for 'em)
+I ain't still signed to French but I'd kill for him (Let's get it)
+Who said I ain't got no money, I'm like a mil' on
+You tried to turn a hoe into a housewife, watch, she still goin' (still goin')
+Voice of the trenches, talkin' for the streets (for the streets)
+Teachers said I might be dead 'cause I love the streets (Bitch)
+And she still told me that my grades above a B
+The streets don't love anyone, but they in love with me
+Fuck with me and it's a homicide
+Try to clean my image with a turkey drive
+Went in 18 he gettin' out when he like 35
+2018 I'm goin' up, my shows a hundred racks (Damn)
+Lie to you none, but in jail I say a hundred lies
+How the fuck you mad, and I gave your ass a hundred tries? (ohh)
+And from them brothers that I love, I dropped a hundred, why?
+Don't feed your gang when they snake you, you gon' wonder why
+Tryin' tuck my pride away (tryin' tuck my pride)
+I ain't really tryin' to die today (I ain't really tryin' to die)
+Certain shit I can't tolerate (no)
+[Chorus]
+Why the opposition callin' my line?
+Tellin' me to come outside
+I would, but I know they lyin'
+(I been through this shit before, you know?)
+Foe'nem told me keep my iron
+My momma had a dream about me dyin'
+I told her that I hope she lyin'
+It's gon' be a homicide
+It's gon' be a homicide
+Fuck with Durk and they dyin' today (facts)
+They told me they sick and tired
+They don't want to die today8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+No Label[Intro]
+DY Krazy
+Ayy, it's so crazy 'cause I made this song off another nigga feelings
+Know what I'm sayin'? What he going through with his bitch
+Know what I'm sayin'? He actually one of my dogs
+Know what I'm sayin'? So, here you go
+
+[Verse 1]
+We ain't talk in a minute, so don't hit me up
+And I mix my feelings with prescription drugs
+When I fell to my knees, you ain't pick me up
+When I was down on my back, you said I ain't rich enough
+And we ain't talk about no sex 'cause you ain't get it up
+And I don't want you to suck my dick 'cause you ain't spit enough
+You an ungrateful lil' bitch, said I ain't spend enough
+You told me you want your ass shots 'cause you ain't thick enough
+I'm in the trenches with the sharks, I ain't have a heart
+Some nights I ain't wanna talk, I left you in the dark
+You was lurkin' on my page, you became a narc'
+You was writing bitches back, that shit went too far
+And I carried you on my back like I ain't have a car
+You was kinda mad I hang with murderers
+Bitch, you Instagram famous, but you not a star
+Instagram famous, but you not a star
+
+[Chorus]
+Bitch, I made you, took you out the hood and I saved you
+While them other niggas tried to play you
+Bitch, you ungrateful, bitch, you ungrateful, bitch, you un—
+I ain't want a label, I ain't want a label
+I ain't tryna be your friend, or your man, or your husband
+I don't want a label
+[Verse 2]
+You steady throwin' your pussy, but I don't want none
+I got a wife, so after me you gotta fuck Von
+Then Ikey, then Booka, then it's more fun
+I kick her out slick as hell, tell her, "Store run"
+I know a couple divas, that's still a secret
+The bitches I made eat it, you would not believe it
+This shit was never easy, I move strategic
+Me and two, three singers, we had a threesome
+Back to back, fuckin' back to back, off the perky
+Back to back, told her all them lies, I was perfect
+Always tryna run the streets deep, I was thirsty
+Gotta watch my back, a lot of niggas tryna hurt me
+That's why I keep my .50 and my .30
+Niggas ain't on shit, they washed up, detergent
+Big Backwood, sat back and burned it
+I'm better, hot like a furnace, yeah
+
+[Chorus]
+Bitch, I made you, took you out the hood and I saved you
+While them other niggas tried to play you
+Bitch, you ungrateful, bitch, you ungrateful, bitch, you un—
+I ain't want a label, I ain't want a label
+I ain't tryna be your friend, or your man, or your husband
+I don't want a label5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Internet Sensation[Intro]
+(Carl Paul)
+
+[Verse 1]
+This is how I feel, I got your love attached to me
+And you know I truly love you, it was never about no pussy
+And you told me that them niggas ain't for me, they just want my money
+And I like the way you is, you ain't tryna kick it with my buddies
+And I got a habit and I like that you don't judge me
+And that's so fucked up that I'm glad to be a junkie
+To fall in love, I say I been afraid
+I'm mixin' lean with Lyrical Lemonade
+And we on top, ain't no more public aid
+Or callin' your boss to get another raise
+I drop some Backwood ashes in the Wraith
+Reminiscing 'bout the older days
+
+[Chorus]
+Oh, oh, oh, oh
+I gotta raise the roof for the people don't let the 'net ruin they relationship
+Oh, oh, oh, oh
+I gotta raise the roof for the females who won't listen to another bitch
+Oh, oh, oh, oh
+I gotta raise the roof for the niggas in the trenches turned to gentlemen
+Oh, oh, oh, oh
+I gotta tell the truth, this the best relationship I ever been in
+[Verse 2]
+Whoever thought that I can make this shit?
+Voice of the streets and relationship
+And we don't care what the rumor is
+Fuck these other hoes 'cause I love my bitch
+Alexander McQueen and Rockstar jeans
+The prosecutor hatin' 'cause I'm doin' my thing
+Six kids plus her daughter, that's what it is (Oh, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na)
+I seen Rel fall in love, I know that shit crazy
+I seen Booka fall in love, I know that shit crazy
+Inside, and don't let the outside run that situation
+And it's me and her forever, it's a lit-uation, yeah
+
+[Chorus]
+Oh, oh, oh, oh
+I gotta raise the roof for the people don't let the 'net ruin they relationship
+Oh, oh, oh, oh
+I gotta raise the roof for the females who won't listen to another bitch
+Oh, oh, oh, oh
+I gotta raise the roof for the niggas in the trenches turned to gentlemen
+Oh, oh, oh, oh
+I gotta tell the truth, this the best relationship I ever been in5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Should’ve Ducked[Intro: Lil Durk]
+(D-D-DJ FMCT)
+Ayy, they told me I can't be around no gang members, y'all got me fucked up, nigga
+I go everywhere with my killers, man
+(DJ Bandz, oh, man)
+Yeah, let's get it
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk & Pooh Shiesty]
+Throw that mask on, when you jump out first, you better blast (Yeah)
+V. don't like slow shit, on hits them switches (Frrt) fast (Gang)
+Ain't gon' lie, the city hot with strikers, they don't last (Turn up)
+When you pop in with your killers, you better check your gas (Man, what?)
+We don't party on other blocks, they fuck with other opps (Let's get it)
+Then come 'round like you gang, that got your brother shot (Brrah)
+You say his name insidе a song, that got your brother hot (Let's get it)
+Thеn leave him hangin' without a lawyer, that shit dumb as fuck (Pussy)
+You come outside without your gun, lil' boy, you dumb as fuck (Dumb as fuck)
+Ain't no quick run to the store, they pop out, fire you up (Brrah)
+I told my P.O. through the gate that I get high as fuck (I get high as fuck)
+She ask me how high do I get? I told her high as Duck (Tooka)
+My brother told me get some property, I kept gettin' Glockies (Gettin' Glocks)
+I told him, "I only drink Wocky," he say I'm gettin' cocky (Let's get it)
+All them bitches wanna fuck me, I don't give them money
+One bitch thought I told her, "Yeah," I said, "You better block me"
+He survive one to the head, but it fucked up his body
+You think he off an eight of red the way that nigga noddin'
+He don't even know 'bout drugs, he say, "Lean, OxyContin"
+You tryna judge him off his looks, that lil' boy actually robbin'
+Man, he talkin' 'bout gang in this bitch (Why he callin', talkin' 'bout gang?)
+He ain't get back from that one shit, man, his gang ain't on shit (Still ain't get back for no gang)
+Foenem posted up outside (Shit), Dracos hangin' and shit (King Drac', I let it hang)
+Before he died, his ass a goofy, now he famous as shit (Blrrd, blrrd, blrrd)
+[Verse 2: Pooh Shiesty]
+I'm King Draco, got my name off drillin', check the record, bitch (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)
+If pussy drop that song about me, he get found without his dick
+Send off a bag 'bout my lil' cousin, they fakin', they'll call it quit (Woah, woah)
+They make me mad enough, I spin through there myself, say the wrong shit (Say the wrong shit)
+Might still sip when I get low (Woah), but I prefer Wock' over Tris (Wocky over Tris)
+Fucked up and let me in the door (Woah), I went fully on auto sticks (Sticks)
+I'm Mr.-Slime-'Em-Out (Blrrd), I caught his back door, unlocked on a lick (Blrrd)
+Or Mr.-Leave-No-Evidence (Blrrd), know my criminal book hella thick (On God)
+You niggas goose, ain't got no gun, you went away, your ass a dummy
+I'm on my sixth Moncler this winter, I couldn't wait to get some money
+My lil' nigga up four souls, he caught two dressed up like a junkie
+They thought I was just rappin' (Blrrd), lay that murder gang, that shit ain't funny (Blrrd, blrrd)
+You lay, the murder gang, they come through, that shit ain't funny (Uh, blrrd)
+I'm locked in with hunters, from the God, got killers 'round the country (Uh, blrrd, blrrd)
+I might don't need to slime 'em out, just be yourself and stay three hunnid (Hunnid)
+We get money Monday through Saturday, pray to Trey Day every Sunday (Trey Day every)
+My clique tied up in the field (Blrrd), won't never hear me go out runnin' (Nope)
+Post up a pic like I'm in L.A., but the whole time I'm with gun (Blrrd, blrrd)
+Ain't tryna keep hearin' 'bout that shit you did, go get active again (The whole time)
+It's either eat or get ate on my side, I'ma fuck the drops and go and spin (Spin)
+Three and O, we skunkin' shit, get one more kill, conceal the win (Win)
+Beef with us, won't never land 'til y'all get hit up with them pens (Pens)
+Can't come around unless you get a body, chopper, F&N (Blrrd, blrrd)
+We caught one of them pussies drunk, he died before he dropped the Henn' (Blrrd, blrrd)
+Got 'bout ten whips in my garage and still don't know what to get in (Take off)
+Take off the emblems out the 'Cat, tint out the window 'fore I spin (Shh, blrrd)
+[Outro: Pooh Shiesty]
+Tint out the window 'fore I spin
+Blrrd, blrrd, blrrd, blrrd10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Skrubs[Intro]
+I told you I ain't gon' leave you
+It's your swag though
+Them Chanel Tennicitos (DY Krazy)
+That you in
+
+[Chorus]
+It's gon' be okay, okay, okay
+Just don't leave, okay, okay, okay
+Baby lead the way, the way
+Yeah, yeah, the way, the way
+(Oh oh)
+When you caught me cheatin', I caught amnesia (Oh oh)
+And I'm Durkio, it's nice to meet you (Oh oh)
+And she sexy, she got her features (Mmh mmh mmh)
+When I see you down, I pick up the pieces (Pick up the pieces)
+
+[Verse 1]
+I was feeling like a clown, I thought you would leave me
+I let them get inside my head (Okay, okay, okay)
+I know you wishin' I was dead (Okay, okay, okay)
+And she won't put up with my bullshit (Won't nah)
+The way I make that pussy scream, she think I'm hood rich (Think I'm hood rich, yeah yeah)
+They couldn't imagine us, we got 'em mad as fuck (Oh oh)
+I'ma get your Patek bust, I'ma let you count it up (Yeah yeah)
+Bust down Patek for me (Turn up)
+Put my dick on her teeth (Turn up)
+Fucked up and gave her the key (Skrrt)
+I gave her the recipe (Turn up)
+I got my head in the streets (Got my head in the streets)
+She like when I suck on her feet (She like when I suck on her feet)
+She in love with me
+She like it doggy style (She like it doggy style)
+She count up a hundred thou' (She count up a hundred thou')
+Cheat on me, it can't be long
+Pass me the drugs, my high comin' down
+[Chorus]
+It's gon' be okay, okay, okay
+Just don't leave, okay, okay, okay
+Baby lead the way, the way
+Yeah, yeah, the way, the way
+I'm talkin' 'bout today, right now, I need you (Oh oh)
+When you caught me cheatin', I caught amnesia (Oh oh)
+And I'm Durkio, it's nice to meet you (Oh oh)
+And she sexy, she got her features (Mmh mmh mmh)
+When I see you down, I pick up the pieces (Pick up the pieces)
+I was feeling like a clown, I thought you would leave me
+
+[Verse 2]
+And I can't let nobody tell me that my bitch goin'
+And we got strong mind, I told her we gon' get through it, oh oh
+In her Rick Owens, I had to put my rent on it
+And I was broke as hell, she thought I had some shit goin'
+No, I don't want your number
+No, I don't want to give you mine, and no
+And I'm so cocky, got a big ego
+Her head so sloppy, got to take off these drawers
+You ain't gotta worry 'bout me vanishing
+And I'm down for the cause and the challenges
+I fell out with my dawg 'bout money, it was not 'bout a bitch
+But he told her I had a girl, but he told her right before I hit
+She say I run my mouth 'cause I told my guys I hit
+But he was with me when I seen you, I said I gotta hit
+And I knew he was kinda hatin', he said I got a bitch
+They DM'ed her from a fake page but it was too accurate
+It was him
+Edible arrangement, bring flowers
+Couldn't say I cheated 'cause I was a bachelor
+That pussy pancakes, my tongue a spatula
+And I take Adderall so I can add it up
+My first gun was a Smith & Wesson
+These ain't no SI's, these VVS's
+I was in them trenches, yeah I need a blessing
+Couldn't get into good school, I was getting rejected
+No, I don't want to meet you nowhere
+No, I don't want none of your time, and no
+No make-up, no inches, no lipo
+And I know that you know I'm psycho
+Love her perfume, bring me more shrooms
+My heart got no room, I don't need no tomb
+No I won't hurt you, 'cause we global
+The world know you, the world know you
+[Chorus]
+It's gon' be okay, okay, okay
+Just don't leave, okay, okay, okay
+Baby lead the way, the way
+Yeah, yeah, the way, the way
+I'm talkin' 'bout today, right now, I need you (Oh oh)
+When you caught me cheatin', I caught amnesia (Oh oh)
+And I'm Durkio, it's nice to meet you (Oh oh)
+And she sexy, she got her features (Mmh mmh mmh)4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Backdoor[Intro]
+(Malik on the beat)
+(Ayo Bleu)
+No, no, no, no
+Yeah, yeah, yeah
+(Aura)
+No, no, no, no
+(Turn Me Up Josh)
+Whoa, oh, oh
+
+[Verse 1]
+Them niggas act like they don't need us
+They do everything we doing they wanna be us
+Foenem takin' ecstasy, they tryna T up
+He rather go and blow a bag instead of re-up
+You wasn’t on that block when that shit was goin' on
+I wasn't worried about the other side when that shit was goin' on
+And we don't hang with different niggas, don't ask us what we on
+The only time we'll beat the case, you pull out camera phones
+I used to draw Lil' Mo name on the styrofoam
+I had to teach the grown niggas, right from wrong
+Why the state had told the jury, "They tryna indict us all"
+The lawyers got them affidavits, they better sign them all, hm
+I had a bad bitch off the 'Gram, she let her titties hang
+She told Bandz I bought her a Birkin, I told her anything
+I was ridin' 'round with guns in that Bentley thang
+We puttin' stickers on our drums, that's a city thang
+I hate the niggas who be tryna switch the block up
+I be with the killers who would change a nigga roster
+I'm from the part of the city, watch your partner
+You ain't did shit to the same nigga who shot ya
+'Fore you leave that door, gotta pick your Glock up
+Can't nut in no more whores, I got that from my momma
+Shuttin' down the stores, you do that with these commas
+You had me at my lowest, I'm ridin' 'round with choppers
+[Chorus]
+(Oh)
+Close that backdoor, can't get snaked out by my homie (No, no, no, no, no, yeah, yeah)
+Close that backdoor 'cause I know that shit's phony (No, no, no, no, no, whoa)
+Close that backdoor, can't get snaked by my homie (Oh)
+Close that backdoor 'cause I know this love phony
+
+[Verse 2]
+That's a bet
+I'm The Voice, that mean Dee-Dee, he the threat
+Don't get stretched, 'cause foenem tweakin' off the X
+I know what happened to your homie, don't be next
+He got that get back for his block, I tilt my hat
+I feel like I'm drownin', got this water 'round my neck
+Cocky nigga throwin' ashes on Pateks
+Went to the trench store, threw up the treys on the mat (Yeah)
+They be callin' me, you hangin' with dangerous
+I'm just slidin' 'til out west, just for Uncle Remus
+All my sibling's kids know your uncle famous
+I know this shit sound dumb and the strangest
+In the trenches, I feel the safest
+On the radio, shoutout Nehpets
+Did it off the love but I gave ‘em faces
+
+[Chorus]
+(Oh)
+Close that backdoor, can't get snaked by my homie (No, no, no, no, no, yeah, yeah)
+Close that backdoor 'cause I know that shit's phony (No, no, no, no, no, whoa)
+Close that backdoor, can't get snaked by my homie (Oh)
+Close that backdoor 'cause I know this love phony
+(Oh)
+Close that backdoor, can't get snaked out by my homie (No, no, no, no, no, yeah, yeah)
+Close that backdoor 'cause I know that shit's phony (No, no, no, no, no)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Durkio Krazy[Chorus]
+I know I ain't worried, I ain't stressin' 'bout no money
+I do shit for niggas and they act like they don't love me
+When I turn my head, be the same niggas slug me
+Love when Steve got it 'cause I know that boy like Curry
+Shoot somethin'
+How you 'round me always broke, don't wanna do nothin'?
+And I watched you sell your pole for like two hundred
+And that's a cluck move
+Plenty nights it was me and you, I was screaming fuck you
+
+[Verse 1]
+And I grew up 'round them youngins, I said fuck school
+Only me and you was trappin', we had much room
+And I was zoned off them perkies, you off mushrooms
+And I told 'em if they touch you they in trouble
+Ain't no city like Chicago 'cause we home of them gangsters
+Rob everything that move, we was pullin' them capers
+I'm talking dice games
+When bro 'nem opened up the trap, I seen them hypes came
+My two hoes stay with some strap, it's a dyke thing
+Got a hundred on my neck
+Hundred on my wrist, Audemar, no Patek
+Came from the bottom, yeah I felt the neglect
+Juvenile nigga, I was desperate for sex
+[Chorus]
+I know I ain't worried, I ain't stressin' 'bout no money
+I do shit for niggas and they act like they don't love me
+When I turn my head, be the same niggas slug me
+Love when Steve got it 'cause I know that boy like Curry
+Shoot somethin'
+How you 'round me always broke, don't wanna do nothin'?
+And I watched you sell your pole for like two hundred
+And that's a cluck move
+Plenty nights it was me and you, I was screaming fuck you
+
+[Verse 2]
+She was VHS, rockin' VVS's
+Steady catchin' blessings, I don't get rejected
+Homicides got worser, body count went up
+Can't ride around regular, car tinted up
+The way this fifty blowin' you would think it was ten of us
+I talked to Lauren and jail call in the Bentley truck
+Heard that rumor I got shot and I got hemmed up
+Even though I'm ten toes, won't give near' fucks
+Hoodie on, skully on, mob Corleone
+And they couldn't find a witness, Von gon' be home
+He ain't wanna keep attendance 'cause his days was long
+Came from nothing, who'd of thought what we'd get paid for shows?
+
+[Chorus]
+I know I ain't worried, I ain't stressin' 'bout no money
+I do shit for niggas and they act like they don't love me
+When I turn my head, be the same niggas slug me
+Love when Steve got it 'cause I know that boy like Curry
+Shoot somethin'
+How you 'round me always broke, don't wanna do nothin'?
+And I watched you sell your pole for like two hundred
+And that's a cluck move
+Plenty nights it was me and you, I was screaming fuck you3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+L’s Anthem[Chorus]
+L's up for them hittaz
+Throw the L's up for them hittaz
+L's up for them hittaz
+Throw the L's up for them hittaz
+L-L-L-L-L-L's up for them hittaz
+Throw the L's up for them hittaz
+L's up for them hittaz
+Throw the L's up for them hittaz
+
+[Verse 1]
+You don't fuck with me, then fuck 'em
+My own niggas, Ion't trust 'em
+Bricksquad, I say fuck 'em
+Wuga World wit' 'em so fuck 'em
+I'm in these streets, no duckin'
+This foreign mac, it's Russian
+Kay Kay and Tee Tee, them hoes know they bussin'
+I did a lot to these niggas, they mad we fuck they bitches
+Fucked a couple them Barbies, now I need a pretty Mrs
+OTF 300, the city ridin' with us
+Too many say they drillin', throw the L's up for them hittaz
+[Chorus]
+L's up for them hittaz
+Throw the L's up for them hittaz
+L's up for them hittaz
+Throw the L's up for them hittaz
+L-L-L-L-L-L's up for them hittaz
+Throw the L's up for them hittaz
+L's up for them hittaz
+Throw the L's up for them hittaz
+[Verse 2]
+I don't know what got into me
+I'm jammin' like I'm with MTV
+Niggas know that we rich forever, like we fuckin' with MMG
+Robbin', clearin' up niggas throat, .40 got a lemon squeeze
+Coolin' on that mac too, hot shit for a winter breeze
+Duckin' low from all the ops, blastin' at yo enemies
+Yo' bitch know she doin' dick, we call that ho double D
+We call that ho double D
+Ain't nobody hot as me, L's
+
+[Chorus]
+L's up for them hittaz
+Throw the L's up for them hittaz
+L's up for them hittaz
+Throw the L's up for them hittaz
+L-L-L-L-L-L's up for them hittaz
+Throw the L's up for them hittaz
+L's up for them hittaz
+Throw the L's up for them hittaz
+
+[Verse 3]
+I'm higher than an astronaut
+I'm off the shit, I'm passin' out
+I don't know what they tellin' 'bout, wearing wires a get 'em got
+Where I'm from my niggas win
+Couple niggas that gone for ten
+Couple guys that's R.I.P, niggas know that we get it in
+Life ain't no joke, nigga, L's up for Lil Mo, nigga
+Life ain't no joke, nigga, L's up for lil Mo, nigga
+[Chorus]
+L's up for them hittaz
+Throw the L's up for them hittaz
+L's up for them hittaz
+Throw the L's up for them hittaz
+L-L-L-L-L-L's up for them hittaz
+Throw the L's up for them hittaz
+L's up for them hittaz
+Throw the L's up for them hittaz28EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Gas and Mud[Intro]
+See, I popped me a Xan
+And that lean, that shit got me on Pluto (Uh)
+And I'm smokin' on that dope
+And it got me on Pluto
+M-M-M-Murda
+
+[Chorus]
+(Gas and mud) Leanin' (Gas and mud)
+I'm smokin' dope (Gas and mud), that molly water (Gas and mud)
+Or a molly (Gas and mud), I pop a flat (Gas and mud)
+I'm turnin' up (Gas and mud), don't come if you (Gas and mud)
+Ain't got it all (Gas and mud), I'm smoke (Gas and mud)
+I'm leanin' (Gas and mud), I'm sleepy (Gas and mud)
+Can't think (Gas and mud)
+I'm smokin' dope, smokin' dope, smokin' dope (Gas and mud)
+(Gas and mud, gas and mad) I'm leanin' leanin' leanin' leanin' leanin'
+
+[Verse 1]
+Drug, drug, drugs, sleepin' off them Xannies (Let's get it)
+She wanna turn up, got her off the shit and out her panties
+Ain't gotta spike her with the molly, she done came ready (She already)
+Light up a Bob Marley, smokin' dead niggas (Dope)
+Bottom of my shoe the color red, nigga
+Don't turn up, let them drugs get to yo head nigga (Don't get killed)
+Pool party, lotta lean, lotta smokes (Alotta smokes)
+Lotta money, lotta bitches, lotta jokes (That's turnin' up)
+One hunnid three times, ain't no three packs in Newport (Don't get smoked)
+Can't keep up with my fashion, 'cause your money too short (Yo ass broke)
+From LA, MIA, all the way to New York
+I be off them drugs, but I-I can't feel my face
+I po'd a fourth up in that Crush (That lean)
+No razor blade, but that lean I got better not be cut (No)
+I'll call up my connect, I need some gas and mud (Some gas)
+'Cause he know I love my drugs
+[Chorus]
+(Gas and mud) Leanin' (Gas and mud)
+I'm smokin' dope (Gas and mud), that molly water (Gas and mud)
+Or a molly (Gas and mud), I pop a flat (Gas and mud)
+I'm turnin' up (Gas and mud), don't come if you (Gas and mud)
+Ain't got it all (Gas and mud), I'm smoke (Gas and mud)
+I'm leanin' (Gas and mud), I'm sleepy (Gas and mud)
+Can't think (Gas and mud)
+I'm smokin' dope, smokin' dope, smokin' dope (Gas and mud)
+(Gas and mud, gas and mad) I'm leanin' leanin' leanin' leanin' leanin'
+
+[Verse 2]
+Drivin', window down, hit me, wake me up
+Get in my feelings, that molly, know niggas is fake as fuck
+OG, show me some OG, let me take a puff
+Lean man know every time I hit him, he meet me up
+You don't drink, so let me pint up that Diddy (CÎROC)
+That Patron hit me strong, I mix that light wit that Rémy (I'm fucked up)
+Now you see nothin' but the top and the back of her Remy (That head)
+Just chew me up, now, you deserve you some Jimmy's
+Now, fuck for fame, you might go and get you some Fendi (Yeah)
+Don't love me, bitch, you know you love you them pennies (Get money)
+Now my eyes closed, smokin' on that hydro
+Now I'm wide awoke, molly got me grind mode
+I can't move slow, lean got me on Pluto (Pluto)
+Imma dog like Cujo (Cujo)
+Now tell me, bitch, you broke (You broke)
+Bitch yo pocket's a joke (Joke)
+And my block give ya smoke (Smoke)
+Nah, I ain't off them drugs
+[Chorus]
+(Gas and mud) Leanin' (Gas and mud)
+I'm smokin' dope (Gas and mud), that molly water (Gas and mud)
+Or a molly (Gas and mud), I pop a flat (Gas and mud)
+I'm turnin' up (Gas and mud), don't come if you (Gas and mud)
+Ain't got it all (Gas and mud), I'm smoke (Gas and mud)
+I'm leanin' (Gas and mud), I'm sleepy (Gas and mud)
+Can't think (Gas and mud)
+I'm smokin' dope, smokin' dope, smokin' dope (Gas and mud)
+(Gas and mud, gas and mad) I'm leanin' leanin' leanin' leanin' leanin'34EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Home Body (Remix)[Intro]
+DY Krazy
+
+[Verse 1: Teyana Taylor]
+If I finally let you smash, you put your back in it
+Watch this pussy string you out, like it got crack in it
+It look good in the mirror, the way I practice it
+I wanna feel the whole shit, don't give me half of it
+Drunk text lead to rich sex (Yeah, yeah)
+Then that group sex where my bitch wet (Yeah, yeah)
+You know I'm nasty
+Got me touching on my own body
+If R&B don't mention me, don't mention nobody
+I been fly since like, 15, without a co-pilot
+We been fucking for a year, before they know'd about it
+Boy, you know that pussy good, but don't go boast about it
+Boy, you know that pussy wet when you swim deep inside it
+I suggest you wear a vest if you plan on surviving
+Ya day was long, the sex was good
+So tell me all about it
+If you too tired, be my bike, relax and let me ride it
+Coupe sex, with no roof sex (Yeah, yeah)
+Hula hoop sex, on a loop sex (Yeah, yeah)
+Give it to me nasty, yeah (No, oh)
+Ooh, oh, oh, you gon' dive in this pussy, you gon' overdose
+Fuck me good after we eat, then we gone roll the smoke
+Ooh, oh, snatch my soul up in the Rolls, so I can go ghost
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Baby, when I smash you, put your back in it
+Get that first nut, then I'm back in it
+Can you go deep? You keep asking it
+Don't take a whole Perc', she want half of it
+Drug sex, drug sex, yeah, yeah
+Rich sex, rich sex, yeah, yeah
+I know you nasty
+She be touchin' on her own body
+
+[Verse 2: Melii]
+You know you can't compare me to no other (No, no, no, no)
+Fuck so good I call you by your government (Ooh)
+Fuck so good, I fuck just for the fuck of it (Ooh)
+Fuck so good you just can't get enough of it
+Oh, nah, nah, nah, don't slide by
+You're girl can say, "Bye, bye"
+I can't take this for me
+I know you want me and it's clear
+Baby, tell me you decided
+'Cause in your heart you feel you know you can't fight it
+When we together you know we always right, babe
+Right, babe, I feel up on you get excited
+Wanna take control, baby? That's fine with me
+Look me in the eyes when inside me
+Ride or die, need you right beside me
+Any time I front, boy you remind me
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Baby, when I smash you, put your back in it
+Get that first nut, then I'm back in it
+Can you go deep? You keep asking it
+Don't take a whole Perc', she want half of it
+Drug sex, drug sex, yeah, yeah
+Rich sex, rich sex, yeah, yeah
+I know you nasty
+She be touchin' on her own body1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Finesse Out the Gang Way[Intro]
+(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+I came from nothin', I had to go get it
+I had to finesse out the gang way (Gang way)
+I done did everything for the niggas that I love
+Who stuck in the chain gang (Chain gang)
+Shit be so weird, I'm steady watchin' all the niggas who yellin' out, "Gang, gang" (Gang, gang)
+Shit be so different, I'm watchin' them niggas who bitches but yellin' out, "Bang, bang" (Bang, bang)
+Roll up a blunt of that Pluto
+Used to be deep, now I'm riding 'round uno
+I know some niggas who hustlin' but quit
+'Cause they was doin' this shit for too long
+I remember niggas feelin' like brothers
+But now this shit feel like a group home
+And I had told 'em I love 'em so much
+To me, it felt like you can't do wrong
+I was trappin' out the side of my granny crib
+I was servin' with two phones
+I remember tellin' jewelers, "Don't know what a Patek is"
+Now it's two-tone
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+The money make the world spin
+The money make the girls grin
+Been rapping since 2010
+Whoever thought I'd win?
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+Asked them why they sellin' food stamps
+I done grabbed a Urus on some cool shit
+I'ma get it on my own, when I felt alone
+I remember feelin' useless
+I remember servin' to the cool kids
+Twin got a .30 like a pool stick
+Why you think your murders turn to news clips?
+When a nigga die, when his family cry
+And they'll swear to God that he ain't do shit
+I remember niggas being goofy
+Spending their last money on the Gucci
+He just got fly just to get him some coochie
+Went to jail ridin' 'round with a goofy
+I can actually say I'm feelin' like money
+I remember riding 'round with a hunnid
+Had twin with me ridin' one hunnids
+Gucci bagged up with fifty one-hunnids
+Super motivated, come from a dungeon
+Like, why you call the dungeon the trenches?
+It don't matter 'cause I'm bringin' my niggas
+Why you fall out with me just for attention?
+Niggas die when they pop up in my mentions
+Had the realest nigga tell you're a peasant
+Took a Perc' and it got me in my feelings (Got me in my feelings)
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+The money make the world spin
+The money make the girls grin
+Been rapping since 2010
+Whoever thought I'd win?
+The money make the world spin
+The money make the girls grin
+Been rapping since 2010
+Whoever thought I'd win?
+
+[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
+Man, I've been trappin' since 2007
+My mama was strugglin', I had to help her
+From juvenile to penitentiary, I'm better
+I'm happy I can say I got it together
+Fifty-three percent of these niggas feminine
+I am not a gangsta, I am a gentleman
+We the ones that handle murders like businessmen
+Postin' money on the 'Gram, I invented that
+I done came a long way from the middleman
+I got head for an hour in the Cullinan
+I done gave a thousand bows to my brother 'nem
+Shit get serious when them bodies start comin' up
+I put a kit on the Urus, it's bigger now
+Told my baby mama, "We need a bigger house"
+I'm too real for this shit, I done figured out
+Got one foot in the streets, tryna pull it out
+Keep it lowkey, she ain't runnin' her mouth (Mouth)
+She don't ever want me to pull out (Out)
+I ran it up to a low from an ounce
+I'm rockin' clothes I can't even pronounce
+Fuck the pandemic, I love me a drought
+I ran it up in this motherfucker
+Three hunnid shots, that's enough in this motherfucker
+Only The Family, it's us in this motherfucker, gang shit
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+The money make the world spin
+The money make the girls grin
+Been rapping since 2010
+Whoever thought I'd win?
+The money make the world spin
+The money make the girls grin
+Been rapping since 2010
+Whoever thought I'd win?4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Viral Moment[Intro]
+(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it)
+
+[Verse 1]
+I pour an eight inside the Lam' truck, fell asleep flyin'
+I thought them niggas had my back, but I'm steady seein' signs
+And I can't turn my back on Boona like I ain't see him tryin'
+These tears shed, whenever he dead, it's different seein' him die
+Bah, get close up on 'em, you know that shit be graphic
+You gotta pop out with that ratchet, you know this shit get tragic
+And you can't fumble with that stick, you know this shit ain't Madden
+All that shit you did in the streets, you know that shit gon' vanish
+Yeah, I pop these pills, they try to read my thoughts
+And you can't dig back in your past 'cause you got time you lost
+And make that time up for your kids 'cause you know time ain't bought
+Booka bought me a diamond cross, but he know he won't cross me
+They turned they back and said they'd kill me, yeah, that's when they lost me
+I put baguettie inside the Cartier 'cause I'm feelin' bossy
+They feel some type of way in the county jail, I told 'em call me
+I built a relationship with the real with niggas who never saw me
+Yeah, I seen my chance and that's when I grabbed it
+Fuck bein' a hundred, I spent a couple hundred on niggas' tablets
+Lean gave me chest pains, that's when I popped the Perky tablet
+I tried to get that family vibe for niggas who wasn't established
+You do that shit again, what you did to bro gon' get you a casket
+I did shit for niggas without them askin'
+I broke pounds for niggas without them matchin'
+I don't fuck with you, I'ma tell y'all nah even though I got it
+[Interlude]
+Yeah
+Yeah
+Yeah
+Yeah
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+
+[Verse 2]
+This shit was different, we was together like ten years ago
+And I don't talk to a lotta niggas, but they still the bros
+The ones I ain't talk to like that back then, know they still hoes
+And some niggas try to hide they hate, but that shit still show
+I never fucked on block hoes because I call 'em sisters
+One hate me right now as I speak because I called her a hooker
+Cut the loose ends, I cut 'em off, they try to say I'm a butcher
+Bitch, you a rat, never mind, I changed my life, I'm Muslim
+I talked to Chops on FaceTime, he say, "Damn, you back smokin'"
+He say, "That back door damn near closed," I say, "It's back open"
+I say, "These blocks could be back one," he say, "You back hopin'"
+You gotta watch them niggas you love 'cause they still backdoorin'
+He ain't got no hope in beatin' his trial because he lost his motion
+Bro got life, he don't know how pussy smell, that's why he fuck his lotion
+I know some real niggas would lose it all for a viral moment
+My dreads swing, I feel like Wayne, show me my opponent
+
+[Outro]
+You know, I like talkin' to the streets, like
+When you say you the voice, you gotta, like, open up, like
+Tell motherfuckers, like, what it is, like, you can't hold nothin' back
+You gotta relate to them, relate to the poverty, you know what I'm sayin'?
+Relate to the trenches
+You know what I'm sayin', I can't be talkin' 'bout a Richard Mille all the time, know what I'm sayin'?
+Some of the guys don't even know what the fuck a Richard Mille is
+Know what I'm sayin'? You gotta relate
+All angles, know what I'm sayin'?
+The voice
+Yeah
+Yeah
+Yeah
+Yeah
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Downfall[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+You my downfall, I hope you know that shit
+I can't be around y'all, 'cause I can't show you this
+You gon' do what you gotta do to sell that dog food
+And if you got a good bitch, you gotta send her to law school
+'Cause you might need her, tell the feds leave my niggas alone (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+You my nigga, you my dog, you my dog for sure (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+Yeah, you my nigga, and you right here for long
+You my nigga, you my, you my nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+You my nigga, that's a fact, and you can't lie to me (Ayy, woah)
+What I get paid on that block, that's like your salary (Uh, woah)
+Mandatory rules to the trenches, keep your gun on you
+'Fore the money even be involved, they be one hundred
+Fuckin' all these hoes state to state, I ain't see love comin'
+Slowed down on that mud, grew a pudge from it, uh
+Not what you do, just how you do it, ain't what you say, it's how you say it
+You can think about the money, but it's how you gonna chase it
+They freed a couple killers, now they city goin' up
+And you only call me when you see me pourin' up
+And you snuck n' told, you don't know if we know or not
+And you brought me drinks, only time you threw a shot (Wow)
+My other homie told my other homie
+That my other homie other homie tryna kill him
+That's why I only fuck with a couple niggas
+Get out the dope game, get a couple figures
+Make my bitch cum and then I'm cummin' with her
+Real niggas only, ain't no competition
+We dropped Bloodas, now they sayin' "Bloodas"
+If I don't know nothin', I know our fans love us
+I learned to rap and get some bands from it
+You be around the fake, but I'm stayin' from it
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+You my downfall, I hope you know that shit
+I can't be around y'all, 'cause I can't show you this
+You gon' do what you gotta do to sell that dog food
+And if you got a good bitch, you gotta send her to law school
+'Cause you might need her, tell the feds leave my niggas alone (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+You my nigga, you my dog, you my dog for sure (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+Yeah, you my nigga, and you right here for long
+You my nigga, you my, you my nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+
+[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
+Don't even fix your mouth to tell me that you loyal (Keep that)
+They only reason I spare you is because I love you (I swear)
+A whole lot of choppers, couple Jewish lawyers (Yeah)
+Straight dope boy (Yeah), Richard Porter (Trap)
+Took a lot of losses fuckin' with you nigga (Trap)
+Seen a lot of crosses fuckin' with you nigga (Damn)
+Yeah, we did dirt (Yeah), yeah, I front you work (Yeah)
+Plugged on the syrup (Yeah), but that shit was curse (Shit!)
+You like to get high, I like to get paid (Okay)
+I been on some hustlin' shit since 6th grade (Ayy, who dat?)
+I'm the one your mom and daddy told you stay away from
+But I'm the one who that told you fuck them hoes, let's get this paper
+Count a million, smoke a nigga at the same time (Hey)
+Rich nigga, me and you ain't on the same time (it's Dolph)
+On the stage or in the trap, I'm the same nigga (it's Dolph)
+You ain't ever elevated, just the same nigga
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+You my downfall, I hope you know that shit
+I can't be around y'all, 'cause I can't show you this
+You gon' do what you gotta do to sell that dog food
+And if you got a good bitch, you gotta send her to law school
+'Cause you might need her, tell the feds leave my niggas alone (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+You my nigga, you my dog, you my dog for sure (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+Yeah, you my nigga, and you right here for long
+You my nigga, you my, you my nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+
+[Verse 3: Lil Baby]
+You my nigga, you my dog since the sandbox (Sandbox)
+I been runnin' with some killers, we got hand Glocks (Hand Glocks)
+Sippin' syrup, I'm movin' slow like a grandpa (Grandpa)
+Kept it real from the jump, these niggas changed up (Changed up)
+All these diamonds on my neck, they gettin' tangled up
+Hearin' rumors 'bout my main man snortin' dust (Oh)
+We ain't have no ride, we'd steal a car, we don't catch the bus (Yeah)
+I wish Lil Juan could see me now, a nigga rich as fuck (Rich as fuck)
+Fuck a nine-to-five, I'm sellin' whole things (Whole things)
+I was down bad on my dick, I didn't have no dreams (No dreams)
+I swear to God I had a hundred racks at eighteen (Ayy)
+Sittin' in the cell, goin' hard, they tryna mace me (Serve 10)
+Every nigga who threw salt gon' have to face me (Face me)
+Told my bitch that she can leave, she won't replace me (Won't replace me)
+Doin' what I'm 'posed to do, I know they hate me (Hate me)
+I'ma stand up on they ass 'til they take me (Take me)
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+You my downfall, I hope you know that shit
+I can't be around y'all, 'cause I can't show you this
+You gon' do what you gotta do to sell that dog food
+And if you got a good bitch, you gotta send her to law school
+'Cause you might need her, tell the feds leave my niggas alone (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+You my nigga, you my dog, you my dog for sure (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+Yeah, you my nigga, and you right here for long
+You my nigga, you my, you my nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Neighborhood Hero[Intro]
+Smokin' your dead homie
+Facts, gas
+
+[Chorus]
+I know a bitch who do whatever for some Valentinos (Oh)
+I'm with the killers, goin' to BET inside the Vino (Let's get it)
+Man, my city was goin' crazy, rest in peace to Chino (Chino)
+And free that nigga Meech 'cause he the hood hero (Uh, hero)
+Don't gotta prove no point, nigga, we know (Oh yeah, we know)
+And wherever that drama at, we go (We go)
+(You know, you know)
+We the neighborhood heroes
+(We know, we know)
+We the neighborhood heroes
+
+[Verse 1]
+That street shit
+We don't reply to niggas with that tweet shit (Facts)
+Beef shit, nigga said fuck me, he ain't mean it (Pussy)
+Sweet shit, foenem caught a body, they gon' beat it
+Defense, Glock to his face, he won't eat it (Brr)
+All facts, nigga snaked me once and I'ma fall back (Let's get it)
+Nigga say he my brother, but he snaked me, what you call that?
+I cheated on my BM three times with my dog ass
+She gave her number, I delete it, 'cause they all rats
+Chiraq, where the police don't call backup
+Last nigga played with Durkio, he in a backwood
+Chicago niggas play with PnB, but ain't no matchup
+If you know me like you know me, where I'm from, I'm not a rapper
+Burglar, scammer, a murderer, I'm handsome
+When I'm off the drugs, I swear I'm steady throwin' tantrums
+Angelo told me once before, he want a Phantom
+I can't say no 'cause that's my son, I gotta answer
+[Chorus]
+I know a bitch who do whatever for some Valentinos (You know)
+I'm with the killers, goin' to BET inside the Vino (You know)
+Man, my city was goin' crazy, rest in peace to Chino
+And free that nigga Meech 'cause he the hood hero
+Don't gotta prove no point, nigga, we know (We know)
+And wherever that drama at, we go (Oh, oh)
+Oh, we the neighborhood heroes (We the neighborhood heroes)
+We the neighborhood heroes
+
+[Verse 2]
+They say we won't get help unless Obama do it (Turn up)
+Don't get shot in my areas, ain't no trauma unit (Let's get it)
+If you a snake and they ain't do, just know the opps'll do it (Know the opps'll do it)
+And go and drill, this the best time 'cause the opps into it (Brr)
+I still sleep around the savages like I ain't rich
+You talkin' to me about your homie, that's that fake shit (Turn up)
+The city ain't never played my songs, shoutout to Nehpets
+Just take that watch up of your arm 'fore we take it (Yeah, yeah)
+And we the reason for your dead niggas
+Breadwinners, when you hit that stain you ain't share with us
+Fuck the Instagram, this reality
+I know a nigga talk straight cash, and he ain't got a G
+They had my momma usin' WIC when we in poverty
+And I was tired of eatin' Kix, but she know I gotta eat
+Stop lyin', stop tellin' niggas you gon' ride for me
+Stop lyin', stop tellin' niggas you gon' die for me
+[Chorus]
+I know a bitch who do whatever for some Valentinos
+I'm with the killers, goin' to BET inside the Vino
+Man, my city was goin' crazy, rest in peace to Chino
+And free that nigga Meech 'cause he the hood hero
+Don't gotta prove no point, nigga, we know
+And wherever that drama at, we go
+Oh, we the neighborhood heroes
+We the neighborhood heroes4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+T​he Voice[Intro]
+(Turn me up, Josh)
+
+[Verse 1]
+I was goin' through that pain alone
+I was goin' through that phase alone
+We all change, you say I change alone
+Sleepless nights, barely changin' clothes
+You know damn right you was wrong
+I was tired, they didn't realize
+Certain vibes, it don't feel right
+Plenty nights got me traumatized
+Why they lie? I do love my guys
+You lookin' crazy, know the trenches raised me
+I'm Durkio, but I'm Chicago JAY-Z
+And I was scared how that money made me
+I caught a vibe today, was lookin' crazy
+Money ran low, right? Felons can't vote, right?
+I can't even vote for who I believe in, shit ain't goin' right
+I didn't drop a tear inside the funeral, I ain't mourn right
+And I nut in all the hoes I fuck, I blame the porn site
+
+[Chorus]
+Please don't turn away from me
+I got enough on my plate tryna turn away, tryna turn away
+Became the voice of the streets and my people ain't believe in me
+I'm supportive of the streets and them people ain't believe in me
+[Verse 2]
+Quarantine what? I'm just tryna make a buck
+Talkin' to my dawg, he be actin' like he stuck
+Favorite gun a Glock, it slipped up, what a month
+Throw it in they face every time I hold it up
+Granny ain't feelin' too well
+Shootout with the police, I ain't goin' to jail
+How you actin' off a case, you'll know if you tell
+I know a nigga from the hood, he'll serve with no scale
+Watchin' Bands make a play, I seen him score in the mail
+Gave him thirty-nine years, I heard him cry in the cell
+Even though I'm gettin' big, I bought a MAC through my Zelle
+Took a picture on my block, they think I'm back in the field
+
+[Chorus]
+Please don't turn away from me
+I got enough on my plate tryna turn away, tryna turn away
+Became the voice of the streets and my people ain't believe in me
+I'm supportive of the streets and them people ain't believe in me6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+B.O.N (Big Ol Nigga)[Intro]
+It's your boy Lil Durk man
+King of Chicago man
+This is not a diss
+
+[Verse 1]
+Caught a new case and shit, made me look basic
+Police want names, cause I done made it
+Don't fuck with my niggas, they left a nigga hanging
+Free Zoo and free DD, hardbodies don't say shit
+Don't be from Mubu, this rap shit is fufu
+(We don't rap beef, nigga!)
+Catch me on Normal, with Twin he a loose screw
+(My niggas go nuts!)
+These niggas is snitching, we callin' em blues clues
+They telling the police, giving em loose clues
+I fuck with the Migos, but I am not Capo
+Sipping on purple, I'm feeling like harpo
+(I'm sippin' on act!)
+These niggas want war, knock meat out his taco
+For that beef with our team , we shooting like porno
+Shots out of Chiraq, born central city
+Now I'm in LA, eating shrimp with Diddy
+My daddy got booked with some books and a couple of millis
+The next deal I sign is gonna be for a couple of millis
+I don't rock Gucci, I just like Louis V
+That swipe shit is cool, but you will not Woochie me
+How you gone wife her, she just gon' do the team
+You stick to the smokes and the molly, I'mma do the lean
+Shout out to B.O.N., I'm talking 'bout Bump and 'nem
+You diss on Chiraq, you is not coming here
+(Better ask them niggas)
+You so GDK, now you a thug again?
+You so BDK, now you a thug again?
+With these birds man I feel rich homie like Thugger 'nem
+(Like Rich Gang)
+How you feel today, and thinking we plugging him
+And I lost a couple niggas that I can't hug again
+But I seen a couple niggas I cannot mug again
+Shout out to Def Jam, No I.D. 'nem
+Homicide on the scene, no I.D. him
+(Took off his face with this 40!)
+Sipping on lean, my IV Kit
+They look at IG, they wanna be him
+I call up D Thang, he dress a nigga up
+Call up Randy Boy, po' lean in my cup
+I call up Ikey Mikey, he shooting shit up
+They talkin' bout Durk, he picking shit up
+Fuck all that eating shit, I'm with this beef shit
+I use a lot of autotune, but I'm with this street shit
+(Ask all the opps!)
+I bang like Chop, but I'm on my Keef shit
+(I'm fuckin' with him right now!)
+Take a nigga down, but we will not keep shit
+Shout out to 4-6, shout out to Dog Pound
+Shout out to 300, they will not make a sound
+Niggas be tweaking, I know they 'gone hate us now
+If Kobe leave league, there ain't no Lakers now
+Take me out of Chiraq, like Jordan off the Bulls
+How you the king of Chiraq you ain't got no pull
+And these niggas throwing L's like these niggas loyal (These niggas ain't loyal at all!)
+These niggas say they got your back but they ain't for you
+B.O.N
+I'm a big ol nigga
+B.O.N
+I'm a big ol nigga
+[Outro]
+Aye Nuski gang man RIP man
+Free Rondonumbanine
+Aye this my city nigga, gang
+Cause I'm a big ol nigga
+I weigh 150 solid ya hear me I'm still a big nigga, nigga
+Aye my feature price cost these niggas rent for a year man
+I pay you niggas shit up
+Nuski got the strap December 15 nigga, gang29EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Nobody Knows[Hook]
+You want me to lose
+No I'm not perfect and I deserve it, take it personal
+You scream my name in the middle of Spain like Durkio
+I got a story got a movie but nobody know
+Believe me I'm real believe I'm trill for real, you should know
+Nobody knows nobody knows, nobody knows
+Nobody knows nobody knows, nobody knows
+Ooh ooh ooh
+Nobody knows
+Ooh ooh ooh
+
+[Verse 1]
+Young nigga I had a curfew
+What you don't know won't hurt you
+You told police I hurt you
+Like fuck that bitch who birth you
+Y'all had me at my lowest
+I love my brothers who snaked me but I don't wanna show it
+Can't fuck with you I'm honest
+Locked in that cell my first son I ain't get to see him potty
+I'm off them drugs when I get mad I say I'm goin' Scottie
+Take off them Gucci's in the trenches I wear Foamposites
+Lawyer fees and bond money, I drop big deposits
+I drop big deposits, I like my hoe exotic
+My gun get molestic they bound to catch a body
+My homie got bodied I keep their mommas happy
+My kids they goin' to college, I sold dope in Giuseppe's
+Allah come help me (mhm), I'm healthy (mhm), I'm wealthy (mhm)
+Drink filthy
+Niggas, don't get it
+Niggas, ain't with it
+Bitches want attention, I told 'em they can't get it
+[Hook]
+You want me to lose
+No I'm not perfect and I deserve it, take it personal
+You scream my name in the middle of Spain like Durkio
+I got a story got a movie but nobody know
+Believe me I'm real believe I'm trill for real, you should know
+Nobody knows nobody knows, nobody knows
+Nobody knows nobody knows, nobody knows
+Ooh ooh ooh
+Nobody knows
+Ooh ooh ooh
+
+[Verse 2]
+They ain't love you like I love you
+You told me you ain't trust 'em
+And you only believe in me told you they say fuck you
+Look what they did to the muscle, best believe these niggas gon' touch you
+Give the pussy up for free how you know I'ma tussle
+You my brother for life
+Man that shit don't sit right with me
+Niggas say they gon' ride with me
+When you died I was on yo' side
+Momma, I need you
+Your son, he needs you
+Your son is evil, they think they equal
+These niggas don't get it
+Gotta ride around my city
+Can't let them get me, ridin' around with my .50
+30 percs got me dizzy
+Got my gun and got one on top
+Keep niggas in my business, ain't no rules in the trenches
+[Bridge: ASAP]
+All that just be annoyin' folk
+If you can't be, ay if you can't be yourself folk, make your own decisions folk I'm cool
+
+[Hook]
+You want me to lose
+No I'm not perfect and I deserve it, take it personal
+You scream my name in the middle of Spain like Durkio
+I got a story got a movie but nobody know
+Believe me I'm real believe I'm trill for real, you should know
+Nobody knows nobody knows, nobody knows
+Nobody knows nobody knows, nobody knows
+Ooh ooh ooh
+Nobody knows
+Ooh ooh ooh6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+OTF[Intro]
+Young Chop on the beat
+BandKamp
+[Chorus: Lil Durk & Lil Reese]
+I can't trust myself, OTF
+But this is what I rep, OTF (That's GBE)
+Niggas can't get right, so they get left (So they get left)
+It's nothing else but OTF (That's GBE)
+Only the family in my eyes, that's OTF (Bang)
+And we is not a gang, we just here (We just here)
+Everybody claimin' OTF (That's GBE)
+We OTF, bitch, we OTF
+L-L-Lets get it
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Everyday I like to bake, I need cake (Let's get it)
+Real niggas with me, they ain't fake (Real niggas with me, they ain't fake)
+Cool niggas, cool with the jakes (Uh, let's get it)
+The MAC that I got a take his face
+No shells, ima do 'em with the eight (Nah, nah)
+Niggas sweet, on my life, I call 'em cake (Let's get it)
+I got thirties on thirties with a K (Thirties on thirties with a K)
+Movie clips, I be shootin' like I'm Zae (Let's get it)
+Everywhere I go, they be knowin' my name (Durk)
+They be screamin' L's and screamin' bang (Let's get it)
+Everywhere I go, they be knowin' my name (L's, L's, L's)
+They be screamin' L's and screamin' bang (Bang bang)
+[Chorus: Lil Durk & Lil Reese]
+I can't trust myself, OTF
+But this is what I rep, OTF (That's GBE)
+Niggas can't get right, so they get left (So they get left)
+It's nothing else but OTF (That's GBE)
+Only the family in my eyes, that's OTF (Bang)
+And we is not a gang, we just here (We just here)
+Everybody claimin' OTF (That's GBE)
+We OTF, bitch, we OTF
+L-L-Lets get it
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Reese]
+These niggas can't get right so they get left
+I be ballin' out the gym, don't need no help
+I be swaggin' to the max, I swag myself (I swag myself)
+Ima hitta, like Lil Durk, invented that
+Mouth duck taped, I neva rat (I neva rat)
+For that bread, I go bananas, I go ape (I go ape)
+All my niggas global now, outter space (Outter space)
+I ain't doing shit for free you gotta pay (Pay)
+She gone fuck for free, anyway
+And I only want the top, that mean yo face
+I can't trust a soul, get 'em out my face
+Ima savage for that green, need that cake
+[Chorus: Lil Durk & Lil Reese]
+I can't trust myself, OTF
+But this is what I rep, OTF (That's GBE)
+Niggas can't get right, so they get left (So they get left)
+It's nothing else but OTF (That's GBE)
+Only the family in my eyes, that's OTF (Bang)
+And we is not a gang, we just here (We just here)
+Everybody claimin' OTF (That's GBE)
+We OTF, bitch, we OTF
+L-L-Lets get it
+[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
+I'm on the block and my name hold weight (64)
+Where I'm from, late night, it ain't safe (Let's get it)
+Fuck a op, dot cops, niggas snakes (Niggas snake)
+Rachael Ray on my waist, I'm tryna bake (Tryna cook)
+Movie clips with uzi, one take (Graaah)
+My life a movie, I be livin' what I say (I be livin' what I say)
+Rat niggas them the ones behind the tape (Let's get it)
+Snitch niggas them the ones behind the jakes (L's, L's)
+On my wrist, it's an Audemar (It's an Audemar)
+I'm ballin' hard, I'm with all the stars (OTF, GBE)
+OTF, bitch, we some stars (Let's get it)
+Foreign bitches say we got some awesome cars (Let's get it)
+[Chorus: Lil Durk & Lil Reese]
+I can't trust myself, OTF
+But this is what I rep, OTF (That's GBE)
+Niggas can't get right, so they get left (So they get left)
+It's nothing else but OTF (That's GBE)
+Only the family in my eyes, that's OTF (Bang)
+And we is not a gang, we just here (We just here)
+Everybody claimin' OTF (That's GBE)
+We OTF, bitch, we OTF
+L-L-Lets get it17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Extravagant[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
+Lil Durk
+I heard you wanna do a freaky song with the Queen
+What’s good? Rrr
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Bend you over, scratch your back up
+Lick your chest, pull your tracks out
+Lick on your neck, spit in your mouth
+Thumb in your ass
+Make you cum (Same time, same time)
+Make you cum (Same time, same time)
+Make you cum (Same time, same time)
+Make you cum (Same time, same time)
+Don't go out with your friends, post me on Instagram
+Tell the world that I'm your man, tell the world that I'm your friend
+Lick on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
+Wanna suck on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
+Wanna touch on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
+I wanna love on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
+I wanna kiss on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
+I wanna grab on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
+Spend life with you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
+Spend time with you
+
+[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
+Oh, you're usually up to no good
+But I get you because you're so hood
+When it go in, it feel so good
+Oh, baby
+Don't go out with your friends
+Start switchin' up your plans
+Don't be on Instagram
+Don't disappear again
+Oh, boy, you got this pussy jumpin'
+Oh, damn, we really fuckin' fuckin', baby
+Oh, baby
+Keep cummin' in it 'cause I want your baby
+I want you suckin' on my toes
+Fuck you better than them hoes
+'Cause it's tighter and it's wetter and I suck it like a pro, oh
+Bend me over, then hit it from the side
+Let me ride you, then ride it from behind
+I ain't sharin', bitch, 'cause it's mine
+Hit the deepthroat, then the bix-nine
+He killin' for this pussy, he said, "Nick's mine"
+Thick and long, damn, the dick's bomb
+Best I ever had, not a diss line
+And the best part, kiss the whole time (Kiss the whole time)
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Bend you over, scratch your back up
+Lick your chest, pull your tracks out
+Lick on your neck, spit in your mouth
+Thumb in your ass
+Make you cum (Same time, same time)
+Make you cum (Same time, same time)
+Make you cum (Same time, same time)
+Make you cum (Same time, same time)
+Don't go out with your friends, post me on Instagram
+Tell the world that I'm your man, tell the world that I'm your friend
+Lick on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
+Wanna suck on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
+Wanna touch on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
+I wanna love on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
+I wanna kiss on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
+I wanna grab on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
+Spend life with you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
+Spend time with you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+Bend you over, touch your toes, doggystyle
+This the quickest I done came, it's been a while
+What you scratchin' my back for, and I'm goin' faster
+My phone don't matter, so don't disturb
+Miss Durkio, female me
+You got a man, bitch, email me
+Pussy on ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wee
+It smell like ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wee
+It taste like ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wee
+It look like ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wee
+Relation goals
+It's how far I came
+It's how far I go
+We, we, we keep going, kay, okay, okay
+Keep screaming, yeah, yeah, yeah
+It's worth it, okay, okay, okay
+It's working, okay, okay, okay
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Bend you over, scratch your back up
+Lick your chest, pull your tracks out
+Lick on your neck, spit in your mouth
+Thumb in your ass
+Make you cum (Same time, same time)
+Make you cum (Same time, same time)
+Make you cum (Same time, same time)
+Make you cum (Same time, same time)
+Don't go out with your friends, post me on Instagram
+Tell the world that I'm your man, tell the world that I'm your friend
+Lick on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
+Wanna suck on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
+Wanna touch on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
+I wanna love on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
+I wanna kiss on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
+I wanna grab on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
+Spend life with you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
+Spend time with you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Prada You[Intro]
+DY Krazy
+
+[Verse 1]
+Permanent  mark on my heart, girl, you careless
+And  when you act like you don't care, that shit be scary
+And I got caught with four, five hoes, I'm so embarrassed
+I put the streets before myself, it gave me leverage
+No  disloyal in my heart, whatever that is
+Came  a long way from Amiris, rocking Ballys
+I know some niggas don't take care of they kids, they don't call 'em daddy
+And  that's a deadbeat, got a Trackhawk with the red seats
+Let's get married, get a couple M's, then I'm ready
+Give you Chanel sneaks, then a Chanel bag color cherry
+And I ain't nothing like them other niggas, so don't compare me
+Actuality,  they treated me unfairly
+
+[Chorus]
+You put your friends in our business
+You know they dying for attention
+'Cause ain't no point in bein' no friend
+L-O-V-E, do you love me?
+R-E-S-P-E-C-T, don't say fuck me
+Tryna L-I-V-E, do you trust me
+If I gave your ass my heart, girl, you lucky
+And you better tell the world that you love me
+That you love me, yeah
+Do you love me?
+Do you love me? Yeah
+[Post-Chorus]
+And I don't talk about no weak shit, I don't touch it
+Tear your hole up and your throat back when I'm bustin'
+You told your friends inside your groupchat we was fuckin'
+I heard your friends say that I treat you like you nothing
+I'm a gangster, but I moan when you suckin'
+When we fuckin', I fuck long, I don't rush it
+Fuck my past, you can't hold onto nothing
+When you mad, you say go'n on and fuck
+
+[Verse 2]
+I done bought you Gucci, Louis, and Prada too
+I done bought you a Prada bag, said I'm proud of you
+Play with my bitch and it's bada-bing, then bada-boom
+I'm high as hell, I'm taking Percocets by the moon
+Get that Lambo' truck the color Nipsey Blue
+And you be feeling like the man in the empty room
+I don't gotta force you for the pussy1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Who is This[Intro]
+Who the fuck is this man (5 in the morning)
+
+[Chorus]
+Hello, I got Fredo with Lil Reese on camera
+Putting duffle bags of work in the Phantom
+Man it ain't shit we can't handle
+Hello, who is this?
+Y'all going in and out of town, and we watching (what)
+That deal that you got, can't stop it (man)
+These cases that we got, the new topic (the new topic)
+Hello (let's get it) who is this?
+
+[Verse 1]
+Feds watching me saying first 48 (let's get it)
+Said 3 hunnit part of the murder rate (I heard)
+Niggas snitching, bitches tellin' 'em, where shorty stay
+I need to pack up and leave before the 28th (I'm gone)
+Go to O'Block, call up Top'nem (O'Block)
+Catch a opp, 30 pop, they can't stop them (brrr-ah)
+Rumor 'round that the labels gon' drop them (we fold 'em)
+Rumor 'round that the opps gon' drop them (they fake)
+Got Gotti calling me about white (about white)
+Got my hittas on point all night (all night)
+Got the plug acting funny, its tight (its tight)
+'Cause the feds on point, its alright (let's get it)
+[Chorus]
+Hello, I got Fredo with Lil Reese on camera
+Putting duffle bags of work in the phantom
+Man it ain't shit we can't handle
+Hello, who is this?
+Y'all going in and out of town, and we watching (what)
+That deal that you got, can't stop it (man)
+These cases that we got, the new topic (the new topic)
+Hello (let's get it) who is this?
+
+[Verse 2]
+Cop a brick on parole, fuck a judge (fuck a judge)
+Gotta choose who you want for a plug (let's get it)
+Before I get robbed, I'll take a slug (brrr-ah)
+Gotta watch for a nigga with a bug (he a snitch)
+Ch-ch-ch-chopper beat like 808s (like 808s)
+For a fee my lil' niggas take a face (take a face)
+See I'm chilling where its hot and ain't safe (the lam)
+Where you get shot down for a eighth (for a eighth, bah)
+Fredo got the trap going nuts (going nuts)
+Reese keep telling me it's just us (at the top)
+Savage shit, bitch we don't give a fuck (give a fuck)
+I got the feds calling me about us (let's get it)
+
+[Chorus]
+Hello, I got Fredo with Lil Reese on camera
+Putting duffle bags of work in the phantom
+Man it ain't shit we can't handle
+Hello, who is this?
+Y'all going in and out of town, and we watching (what)
+That deal that you got, can't stop it (man)
+These cases that we got, the new topic (the new topic)
+Hello (let's get it) who is this?17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Chiraqimony[Intro]
+You know what I'm saying, um
+The album done
+Love Songs for the Streets 2
+
+[Verse]
+I got niggas who locked up who niggas lied on
+These niggas shootin' at these kids, they shootin' in blindfolds
+I got blood in my eyes, it ain't mine, oh
+And I got niggas in the trenches who I'd die for
+They got a murder that's unsolved, it got my mind gone
+And foenem still'd be right here if he ain't take his mask off
+Kenneka Jenkins' murder still unsolved, oh
+They said I still can't do no shows in Chicago
+That's why I'ma charge a hundred fifty for a concert
+When I'm done with that gun, clean your palms, oh
+I'd rather do hundred years than see my mom hurt
+Before you say I left you hangin', get a bond, oh
+I tell 'em, 'Nine coming home, they say I'm lying, oh
+I wonder what was in his mind in that Tahoe
+Off this ecstasy, I cannot sleep-ay-ay-ay
+Wash this gun powder off with some bleach-ay-ay-ay
+I'm Lil Durk and I be representing the trenches
+Steady ready running from the Jakes, we hoppin' fences
+I regret I caught that case, I had a witness
+And when I'm talking to the streets I bet they listen
+When I was down bad on my dick, they ain't pay attention
+Man, I fell down to my knees when the law came
+And I can't go like Mitch in the hallway
+I'd rather go out just like Rico, snake 'em all, ayy
+[Outro]
+Oh, oh-oh, ooh
+I put this pain in this shit, that's why I got the streets
+They gotta come see me for that pain shit, bro
+Oh, oh, ooh, woah, oh, oh5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Instigator[Chorus]
+Manipulator, instigator
+Oh you think you Bigga Rankin, and got some paper
+Oh I take a lot of them drugs, they keep my day up
+And I hope his lawyer beat his case up
+If I tell you I love you and then I love you
+If I call you my brother then you my brother
+It was part of my struggle, part of my struggle
+And you was down and out with me when it was ugly
+
+[Verse 1]
+I wanted to tell you a lot of shit but ain't get the chance to
+They say that shit gon' fall on me whatever my friends do
+And we always sold the link whenever the rent due
+And I told my family I got 'em when music break through
+Made my first hundred thousand, that's why I feel myself
+Man the rumors killed me deeply, I wanted to kill myself
+Before I let an opposition do it, I'll kill myself
+I feel that pain I thought I'd never feel
+Same nigga tricked on me from the sand, mmh
+Same niggas that I gave a hand, mmh
+Man this shit was not the plan, mmh
+Just for thinking they my friends
+
+[Chorus]
+Manipulator, instigator
+Oh you think you Bigga Rankin, and got some paper
+Oh I take a lot of them drugs, they keep my day up
+And I hope his lawyer beat this case up
+If I tell you I love you and then I love you
+If I call you my brother then you my brother
+It was part of my struggle, part of my struggle
+And you was down and out with me when it was ugly
+[Verse 2]
+Remember you had gave me chicken I ain't want Chinese
+I remember ridin' to 8Ball and MJG
+And I got kids so ain't no family price, this shit ain't free
+I done put two pills inside me like this shit ain't me
+I'm deep inside the hood, for woods they need ID
+You was cool but I ain't loyal so I ain't need to breathe
+And you was hungry in the county so I sent a sleeve
+And I was walkin' around my block, my Glock is stallin' deans, yeah
+Chinchillas and gold Rollies, they hood trophies
+I remember ridin' dirty, hope I don't get pulled over
+And I tried to get a job driving bulldozers
+Now it's steamers and high speeds, don't get pulled over
+
+[Chorus]
+Manipulator, instigator
+Oh you think you Bigga Rankin, and got some paper
+Oh I take a lot of them drugs, they keep my day up
+And I hope this lawyer beat this case up
+If I tell you I love you and then I love you
+If I call you my brother then you my brother
+It was part of my struggle, part of my struggle
+And you was down and out with me when it was uglyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Real[Hook]
+Pour a cup of that dirty
+Might take me a perc 30
+Gotta watch out for who love me and the same people who hurt me
+Gotta watch out for who love me and the same people who hurt me
+My momma said I might OD
+I'ma a drinker ma I ain't worried
+Gotta watch out in these streets
+I'ma a thinker ma I ain’t worried
+Can't trust none of these niggas
+Don't love none of these bitches
+How they judging me nigga
+I came up from these trenches
+I might roll a blunt up for my people
+I might pour a cup up for my people
+
+[Verse 1]
+Baby momma actin' evil
+Uncle still playin' wit them needles
+New car gas diesel
+New money cash Visa
+Nuski died what they believin'
+Brotha muslim to my pops too
+Tell 'em pigs no pork needed
+We ain't tryna talk no agreements
+Beat my case wit the best lawyer
+Told my sister I want the best for ya
+Fuck a strippa go invest money
+IG hoes that's a test for ya
+Devil workin' want the best of ya
+Street niggas make a mess of ya
+Lil niggas put stress on ya
+Yea yea yea
+Start them killas off of guns, start the traphouse off of pounds
+Bitch you know I love my son, boy my back was on the ground
+Who love you when no one there, who love you when no one care
+[Hook]
+Pour a cup of that dirty
+Might take me a perc 30
+Gotta watch out for who love me and the same people who hurt me
+My momma said I might OD
+I'ma a drinker ma I ain't worried
+Gotta watch out in these streets
+I'ma a thinker ma I ain’t worried
+Can't trust none of these niggas
+Don't love none of these bitches
+How they judging me nigga
+I came up from these trenches
+I might roll a blunt up for my people
+I might pour a cup up for my people
+
+[Verse 2]
+Close homie tried to kill me
+I'm just givin' y'all that's the real me
+Real niggas gotta feel me
+Station tryna they tryna wheel me
+Couple big niggas tried to lil me
+I got more power so don't try me
+I got missed call from my granny
+Gotta get back wit the family
+Streets say I need old me
+Nappy dreads off the codeine
+Block niggas servin' dope fiend
+Gold rollies to a trophy
+Fuck a deal I got street money
+Keep money plug keep comin'
+Comin' strong nothin' weak to me
+Nick Cannon Glocks keep drummin'
+In the streets wit me it ain't nowhere
+Got all of these money I'mma show it
+So who love you when no one there, who love you when no one care
+[Hook]
+Pour a cup of that dirty
+Might take me a perc 30
+Gotta watch out for who love me and the same people who hurt me
+My momma said I might OD
+I'ma a drinker ma I ain't worried
+Gotta watch out in these streets
+I'ma a thinker ma I ain’t worried
+Can't trust none of these niggas
+Don't love none of these bitches
+How they judging me nigga
+I came up from these trenches
+I might roll a blunt up for my people
+I might pour a cup up for my people12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Coming Clean[Verse 1]
+You turn me on when you be shavin' off your pussy
+Makin' that macaroni sound when it gushy
+She gon' give me the sloppiest head with her good teeth
+And she love when I be off them Percocets when I'm munchin'
+Snatch the condom off, goin' raw sex with it 'cause it feel better
+Put my finger in her, when I take it out then we just gon' lick it together
+Audacity to ask you when I'm done with bitches, like when we gon' get it together?
+Why don't thesе niggas be lovin' these bitchеs? Me and Runny hit 'em together
+I'ma go buy the lil' bitches Celine bags, she ain't seen cash
+When we sat down, she told me that it's more cash then it's more ass
+She told me her ex-nigga ain't had no cash, he worked for DoorDash
+He ain't even cash out on her birthday, he gave her store credit
+
+[Chorus]
+Every day, you know I think about you
+Can somebody tell that girl I love her? (Somebody, oh)
+I'ma tell 'em I can't be without you
+Can somebody tell that girl I love her? (Somebody, oh)
+
+[Post-Chorus]
+I'm just comin' clean, I was bein' mean, I ain't 'posed to be mean
+I'm just comin' clean, I was bein' seen, I ain't 'posed to be seen
+I'm just comin' clean, I know you ain't cheat, I was just bein' mean
+I'm just bein' clean, I had another phone, I was just bein' clean
+[Verse 2]
+Drug sex, I ain't even had water, I ain't pop it yet
+Drug sex, she callin' me daddy, I ain't her father yet
+Drug sex, rich sex, puttin' diamonds on her new Patek
+Cross-check, goin' in the stores, I don't even notice that
+Bougie, took down my number, you ain't even call me yet
+Durkio, I ain't even gon' cap, my rich hoes call me that
+Side bitches, I ain't even gon' cap, I buy 'em all new baguettes
+I'm buyin' prescription, I ain't even gon' cap, I ain't hit the Tooka yet
+
+[Bridge]
+(Somebody, oh)
+(Somebody, oh)
+
+[Chorus]
+Every day, you know I think about you
+Can somebody tell that girl I love her? (Somebody, oh)
+I'ma tell 'em I can't be without you
+Can somebody tell that girl I love her? (Somebody, oh)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+52 Bars[Verse]
+30 30's with 30's,30 niggas we dirty
+I got my shooters they shooting, we show them niggas no mercy
+From the pot to the block, from the block to the lot
+I got to duck from the ops, they be too cool with the cops
+See my life like a movie, I caught a case for the tooly
+The judge given out ten I ain't scared I do it
+So if a nigga run up on me I react with the uzi
+If a nigga run up on me I react with the uzi
+Son needed his daddy I still need him right now
+He doing life in the Feds need that appeal right now
+I catch a body I'm gone, I'm dipping right out of town
+I see the scout who told he getting pelled right down
+L's up to I die, blood, sweat, and some tears
+Def Jam they signed me, complete my dream as a kid
+Got locked up told my celly, he thinking life is a gig
+Tell'em all I'm on TV MTV I'm the shit
+I hit a stain on some bricks, I can't look back I'm ahead
+I can't look back on this bread, I guess disease is to rare
+One did and it spread where I be 64th
+All that rating is dead I put a nine to his head
+Lil rock snatched for attempt lawyer money I got him
+If he can't hold weight he best believe I'm gonna spot'em
+I can't sit in the streets and let my real niggas rotting
+All black like I'm Bruce, so who think that was robbing
+And they drop my advanced, I'ma cop me up six
+I'ma carry a fenz and I'ma cop me a Benz
+I got Tommy's and Mac's, 40 cals, Glock 10's
+Momma told me you gon make it but, you can't get it in
+I'm a trapper to rapper, real niggas to actors
+Same people who’s fans they use to say ain't a factor
+I'm on top of the city, so them rumors ain't matter
+8 balls the size of baseballs in the field I'ma batter
+A nigga tried to kill me dead, ops tried to wheel me in
+Like the Cubs in '79 them niggas won't win again
+Judge told me eye to eye PD riding on her end
+Get caught with another slammer they say they first offer 10
+I can't change up like a penny, I want head just like a penny
+You won’t catch in the telly, catch me in back of the Bentley
+Niggas know I'm nailing shit, niggas know we killing shit
+I don't really give a fuck all my niggas we be in it
+We be 30 deep at least 30 of us polled up
+Taking risk that I hope and see my baby growing up
+Russian roulette in the streets, life is all about luck
+Pussy, money, weed, loyalty, trust is what a nigga lust
+I'ma I'm packing like a Green Bay Packer, all white Challenger, saltine cracker
+Free all of my niggas doing more than 3 calenders
+Pigs snatched me up, smacked me up cause I ain't answer them
+Can't snitch ain't a bone in my body say bitch
+I can't switch, half them shooters ain't shooting they faking
+I'm savage, my teacher always told me I ain't average
+She said Lil Durk he'll shoot I remind them of the Mavericks
+(let's get it)13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Cross Roads[Intro]
+OTF NuNu man, you know how we rockin' man, MG-03, 72nd
+So you- we on the block this early?
+Yeah it's 9th Street man, fool a lot of shit happened there
+And I'm in my feelings at a crossroads
+Don't want to go
+Crossroads
+
+[Pre-Chorus]
+Meet me at the crossroads, never be lonely, meet me at the crossroads
+Meet me at the crossroads, never be lonely, meet me at the crossroads
+And I'm gonna miss everybody
+And I'm gonna miss everybody lord
+And I'm gonna miss everybody
+And I'm gonna miss everybody
+And I'm gonna miss everybody lord
+And I'm gonna miss everybody
+
+[Chorus]
+Don't want to be lonely (meet me at the crossroads)
+Don't want to be lonely (meet me at the crossroads)
+Don't want to be lonely (meet me at the crossroads)
+Don't want to be lonely (meet me at the crossroads)
+And I'm gonna miss everybody
+Capo, L'A, everybody
+Nuski, Fredo, everybody
+I done seen they dead bodies
+And these bodies steady droppin' but you barely hear about 'em
+And they can't take fear up out 'em, oh
+[Verse]
+Allah, we don't believe in Jesus
+RIP Kenneka Jenkins
+Look what they doin' to my people
+Think it's funny, why they tweakin'?
+They gon' snake you, they not equal
+That shit with Fredo got me tweakin'
+They not cryin', they just tweetin'
+Ain't no time to do no grievin'
+Percocet come out my pores
+You don't feel that when they die 'til it happen to yours, yeah
+But they got a choice
+In the trenches, I done did it, I became a voice
+See I ain't changed but I was goin' through changes
+Pluto'd still be alive if he ain't hang with strangers
+Niggas love you when you dead, that shit the strangest
+Skylar and Bella my two angels
+Fo'nem at your roof like a fucking reindeer
+So deep inside this hellhole, it don't rain here
+We love the same people, we ain't got the same tears
+They don't understand me, don't think they can hear
+Spread the love (we can't 'cause niggas die 'bout it)
+Spread the love (this time they said I'll die 'bout it)
+Spread the love (my niggas, I'll fire shots 'bout 'em)
+Spread the love (too many niggas got bodied)
+I'm so deep in Chicago, whoever thought I'd see France?
+If I ain't have beef I think they'd be treatin' me like Chance
+Old heads cannot mislead me, they know that I'm too advanced
+Even though that I'm lowkey, got killers on my demand, ayy
+[Outro]
+You ever seen friends turn to snakes?
+You ever seen snakes turn to friends?
+I'm seein' this shit happen every day
+That's where we at, know what I'm sayin'
+We rap about it 'cause we got, know what I'm sayin'
+I see people judgin' us, talkin' 'bout
+They always talkin' 'bout guns, postin' guns
+They doin' it for the money
+See I came from shit, know what I'm sayin', so I do what I want
+That's why 2Pac was so great, you feel me?
+He spoke his mind
+Nigga ain't gotta be no gangster
+Everybody with me ain't no gangsters
+You know what I'm sayin', everybody with me ain't no killers
+Everybody with me don't get money
+You know what I'm sayin', but we gon' make that shit work
+We gon' put the money niggas with the money niggas
+We gon' put the killers with the killers, know what I'm sayin'
+And let it get treacherous for niggas, you know?
+For real, for real6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Granny Crib[Intro]
+(ATL Jacob)
+
+[Chorus]
+Came a long way to a mansion crib
+I had roaches at my granny crib
+Jumped into the streets on accident
+Police snatched me up they better not ask me shit
+I don't want no Quali I want some Actavis
+I bet that nigga won't lack again
+Remember I had them 2s for 10s
+Put me on child support you better not ask for shit
+On my dead body
+I remember wakin' up and seeing a dead body
+And I can't go back on my word that's on my dead body
+Don't come to my funeral crying ova my dead body
+And I ain't gon' pick you out I'm talking 'bout everybody
+I remember selling weed inside some Ed Hardy's
+My homie he the police he might be fed probably
+That's on my dead body
+
+[Verse 1]
+You ain't never been in a shootout with yo' homie he ain't shoot back
+Niggas don't try me when I'm by myself 'cause I'm too strapped
+Always tryin' to fix some shit where its loose at
+Couldn't get none to eat where I'm at I sold loose squares
+Tryin' tell my judge my story like who cares
+Can't explain the love I got in for Dahmir (for my son)
+Don't come outside when it's war I think you scared
+Wasn't in my life I tell my kids you dead
+Know some niggas that'll snake their homies for some meds
+Know some niggas that don't take care of their homies in the feds
+Know some niggas that took some gunshots to the head
+No reaction and scream "gang gang" when I'm dead
+Please be greater, don't please these haters
+When that Bentley paddle, like please these gators
+I don't cry at wakings, I'ma grieve later
+You don't believe me now, you gon' believe me later
+You ain't bleeding now, you gon' bleed later
+We don't buy 5s 7s, nigga we take 'em
+Percocet eater, I told Rex take 'em
+Ain't let money change him
+I told Rex thank you
+[Chorus]
+Came a long way to a mansion crib
+I had roaches at my granny crib
+Jumped into the streets on accident
+Police snatched me up they better not ask me shit
+I don't want no Quali I want some Actavis
+I bet that nigga won't lack again
+Remember I had them 2s for 10s
+Put me on child support you better not ask for shit
+On my dead body
+I remember wakin' up and seeing a dead body
+And I can't go back on my word that's on my dead body
+Don't come to my funeral crying ova my dead body
+And I ain't gon' pick you out I'm talking 'bout everybody
+I remember selling weed inside some Ed Hardy's
+My homie he the police he might be fed probably
+That's on my dead body
+
+[Verse 2]
+I'ma attached to my babies
+They be drivin' me crazy
+My three sons crazy
+Make my daughters ladies
+Turn these thous to millions
+Goin broke prevent it
+I be on my enemies
+101 percentage
+Don't fuck wit no sucker niggas
+My life I adjusted wit it
+I snake  you just to get it
+Don't wanna die, keep my distance
+Wonder why I keep my pistol
+Had fame since we was little
+Kept guns from being bullied
+Cap guns to keep 'em fully
+My teacher tried to push me
+I need them birds like Whoopi
+My bitch I love her pussy
+For thirty thousand book me
+They steady tryna book me
+Smoke a pound of cookie
+A designer junkie
+I done survived the jungle
+I'ma survive the struggle
+Forever gon' ride wit muscle
+Luffy
+These niggas ain't real, act like they love me
+Homicide, homicide if a nigga touch me
+Facts, oh-oh-oh
+A shame on you mean that's a shame on me
+Got fame on you mean that's fame for me
+If you get 100 years, that's the same for me
+I'll forgive you for what you did just explain to me
+[Chorus]
+Came a long way to a mansion crib
+I had roaches at my granny crib
+Jumped into the streets on accident
+Police snatched me up they better not ask me shit
+I don't want no Quali I want some Actavis
+I bet that nigga won't lack again
+Remember I had them 2s for 10s
+Put me on child support you better not ask for shit
+On my dead body
+I remember wakin' up and seeing a dead body
+And I can't go back on my word that's on my dead body
+Don't come to my funeral crying ova my dead body
+And I ain't gon' pick you out I'm talking 'bout everybody
+I remember selling weed inside some Ed Hardy's
+My homie he the police he might be fed probably
+That's on my dead body4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Molly Gurl[Chorus]
+I'm in molly world, I need a Mollygurl
+Pineapple swirl, keep me in molly world
+Bite down because I'm bussin', feel on top of the world
+I'm out here off a molly, I need a Mollygurl
+I'm in molly world, I'm in molly world
+Bitch, I'm out here bussin', I need a Mollygurl
+I'm in molly world, I'm in molly world
+Bitch, I'm off the shits, I need a Mollygurl
+
+[Verse 1]
+Bitch I need a molly, I'm off one in the party
+I just copped me a 'Rari, I'm global like safari
+Your bitch she need a molly, she ride me like a Harley
+I chop her like a Harley, O.T.F. we are the party
+Yeah bitch I'm rolling, all my bottles golden
+Got her in here zoning, take one ain't no folding
+My dick that bitch be holding, all this money throwing
+All this money throwing, all this money throwing
+Bitch I'm bout that life, off one ain't no sleep
+Bitch you must be scared off a whole fucking piece
+Bitch I'm in the streets, fuck nigga don't want no beef
+300 that's the team, 300 that's the team
+
+[Chorus]
+I'm in molly world, I need a Mollygurl
+Pineapple swirl, keep me in molly world
+Bite down because I'm bussin', feel on top of the world
+I'm out here off a molly, I need a Mollygurl
+I'm in molly world, I'm in molly world
+Bitch, I'm out here bussin', I need a Mollygurl
+I'm in molly world, I'm in molly world
+Bitch, I'm off the shits, I need a Mollygurl
+[Verse 2]
+Mollygurl got my supermodel, I don't loan my Gucci goggles
+Pop one and might rock a visor, T.R.U. Religion my true religion
+Foreign car my roof missing, white on white I'm a fool with it
+White on white I’m a fool with it. In that spotlight I’m a fool with it
+I'm out here like everyday, I get money in every way
+Went to jail for my petty case, molly world that's a better place
+L's up for my hater's face, I'm energized like Gatorade
+Cooking shit like Rachel Ray, O.T.F. till I die in the grave
+Bitch I'm out here rolling, all these bitches going
+Kush too strong, that potent, she wetter than an ocean
+Molly got her in motion, and lean is what I'm pouring
+Molly, where we going
+That molly, where we going
+
+[Chorus]
+I'm in molly world, I need a Mollygurl
+Pineapple swirl, keep me in molly world
+Bite down because I'm bussin', feel on top of the world
+I'm out here off a molly, I need a Mollygurl
+I'm in molly world, I'm in molly world
+Bitch, I'm out here bussin', I need a Mollygurl
+I'm in molly world, I'm in molly world
+Bitch, I'm off the shits, I need a Mollygurl7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Redman[Intro]
+Oh, redman, red van
+(Ayo, Bans, what you cookin'?)
+Redman, murder man
+Servin' bands, outta Xans
+(Ayy, pull up, Lam)
+Man down, oh, oh
+
+[Verse]
+I ain't get the chance to tell you I love you, I'm tellin' you I love you now
+And you gotta ride with your gun every time you outside in the Chi'
+You ain't never had that feelin' in your stomach you gon' die
+Don't too many niggas send money to that jail, so I try
+I know a nigga died with a name, couple of his niggas still ain't slide
+All these niggas say that they gang, they ain't even did shit for the guys
+Same way that Pluto died, we gon' do the same shit to the Y
+Gotta eat, bitch I trust went in my pants, took some cash
+How you know a nigga from your hood told and you ain't tryna put him on blast?
+Man, Terry died in his sleep off fake Percs, not no meds
+They come around 'bout bodies, gotta go blame niggas who dead (Shh)
+That same day my cousin died, I couldn't tame it with meds
+They ask me where I'ma be in ten years, shit, I said, "The feds"
+They ask me what I'ma do about ****, shit, he dead
+I went to the emergency room and I seen Pluto on that bed
+And I ain't gon' repeat that shit I said in my head, dead man
+[Chorus]
+Redman, murder man
+Homicide, red van
+Shots fired, headband
+Man down, man down
+
+[Post-Chorus]
+Shots fired, was a homicide, ayy, ayy
+Shots fired, that's a homicide, yeah, yeah
+Shots fired, that's a homicide, yeah, yeah
+Shots fired, that's a homicide, yeah, yeah5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+India, Pt. 3[Intro]
+TouchofTrent be wildin' with it
+
+[Verse]
+The way you snatched my heart, feel like you had it before
+The way I kiss your lips, feel like I kissed you before
+Fuck you from the back, feel like I hit it before
+And I asked you for some anus, like you ain’t did it before
+Before me, I don't care who was before me
+You lonely, now you ain't gotta be lonely
+My baby, challenges, you know ’em, baby
+I gravitated your love for the making
+Baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, our marriage
+Makе sure you make a hundred Ms off cosmеtics
+When I decide to get you a ring, I'm gettin' all carats
+And they sneak diss from fake pages, they all jealous
+And when I do tell you I love you, it don't be small letters
+And you gon' cuss a nigga out, tryna fuck for some Margielas
+I hate when you try to ignore me, they tried to say that you ain't for me
+I had to figure it out on my own, had to take you on this journey
+Got my heart screamin', uh-uh-mm, mm-mm
+Stop movin' girl, I’m bout to cum
+I changed your life from the ghetto
+You got me screamin’ falsetto
+Put you in that rose gold, take off that metal
+Love when your landing, see you at arrival
+"No Label" song wasn't for you, I need a title
+Done fuckin’ these hoes everywhere, I need a bridal
+She don't care to be around my boys
+You concealed and carried my heart like a FOID
+I don't want no different hoes like Floyd
+Give you my last name, that's Banks, like Lloyd
+I’m holding you down, you so used to clowns
+Pop up unannounced, told me he a mouse
+Told me don't give him pounds, told me he ain't allowed
+Told me he ain't my crowd, it was true, so I'm proud
+[Outro]
+Make me proud
+Make me proud
+Make me proud
+Make me proud, baby1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Turn Myself In[Intro]
+(Squat made the beat)
+(Turn me up, Josh)
+(Go Grizz)
+(Winners Circle)
+
+[Chorus]
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, God, can you hear me?
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't really with me
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, main homies turned against me
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, heard the story, think I'm finished
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, give my lawyer a hundred and fifty
+Ooh-oh-oh
+
+[Verse 1]
+I wish I would turn myself in before I fuck one last time
+I wish I would turn myself in before I pour up one pint
+I wish I would turn myself in without kissin' my kids, no, it ain't right
+I wish I would turn myself in without playin' that shit back that night
+I wish I would turn myself in without droppin' my album
+I wish I would put trust in a nigga knowin' they goin' sour
+I told 'em I wish I would, I fuck her in the butt, go douche
+Told 'em put a big bag on my books, make sure my artist get pushed
+Look up at the judge, can't look, state makin' up lies for sure
+I'm an innocent man for sure, it is what it is for sure
+Nobody gon' ride, had a warrant, so I can't hide
+India gon' stay by my side, I did a song with Chance tonight
+He givin' positive vibes to better my image for life
+I turn myself in tonight, head down with these 'cuffs on, just read me my rights
+[Chorus]
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, God, can you hear me?
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't really with me
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, main homies turned against me
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, heard the story, think I'm finished
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, give my lawyer a hundred and fifty
+Ooh-oh-oh
+
+[Verse 2]
+I got five million followers, I need five million dollars
+I scream, "Free Melly," from my cell even though they ain't got 'em
+Mmm, free Von, free Zoo, even though they got the same problem
+Mmm, false accusation, why they name droppin'?
+They wanna know if I'm rappin' or robbin', takin' these drugs for family problems
+I get a call, I call my mama, mmm, I'm sorry
+I get a bond, I'm givin' 'em property, no, I can't tell, that's part of the policy
+If you don't fuck with me, nigga, then fuck you, but I show love for niggas a part of me
+I went from Margielas to state shoes, Amiri denims to jumpsuits
+Locked in a cell with a curfew, in population, they can hurt you
+No PC, commissary and receipts, fan mail, I gotta reread
+New rappers wanna be me, can't be me, I'm gangster
+
+[Chorus]
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, God, can you hear me?
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't really with me
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, main homies turned against me
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, heard the story, think I'm finished
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, give my lawyer a hundred and fifty
+Ooh-oh-oh
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, God, can you hear me?
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't really with me
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, main homies turned against me
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, heard the story, think I'm finished
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, give my lawyer a hundred and fifty
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't really with me2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+248[Verse]
+Drugs straight out the capsule, send her ass to molly world
+I don't even drink for real, but I damn near fucked a bottle girl
+I just bought a bitch two pair of Chanels, I told her, "Model for it"
+When I'm in the club with niggas I don't like, we havin' bottle wars
+Said to my man like we on that nigga ass, ain't no talkin' to us
+Give me compliments, my bitch for real, but ain't no talkin' to her
+Champagne back to back in the Gucci store when I walk through it
+Get high, then I treat the mic like therapy 'cause I talk to it
+I sit back and ask myself, "Why?" so many times
+They treatin' sports just like the streets, they tryna give 'em fines
+He in the trenches without a gun, I called and gave him mine
+Bumped heads with my day ones yesterday, I say I'ma give 'em time
+Hope BA get right back off that time, they gave him fifty-five
+I hate Tayski gone forever, we locked in on 59th
+He was my dawg, he was my 'round, he was like fifty twice
+I made it out, I beat the odds, you gotta be precise
+Me and my auntie had some words, that shit ate me alive
+See, my lil' daughter bad as hell and she ain't even five
+He got the same time as the shooter and he ain't even drive
+An O-P-P got hit in his T-O-P and he ain't even die
+I've seen so many young niggas lose they lives
+That's why when I go to a funeral today, I don't even cry
+And that real shit run in my veins
+Some niggas I don't fuck with for real, they just wanted my stain
+I put ninety on your head, that's one of my chains
+And I can't cap, that nigga Von made me go to Johnny Dang
+I popped a pill and hit my head, damn, I was feelin' strange
+I'm swingin' first whenever a nigga ask me what I bang
+When you lose five niggas in one summer, that's when you'll feel my pain
+You ain't gotta snatch it, they'll kill you, you can't feel my chains
+I'm the highest in the room, I feel just like La Flame
+They'll give you life, but change to a dub if you give 'em names
+Yeah, my life for real for real, this not a movie
+If a nigga I know support my song, they'll call 'em groupies
+And they ain't even meet Lil Baby, but they'll go post his music
+And that's my dawg for sure, yeah, that's my dawg for sure
+And I be stressed out with my kids, sometimes I don't call at all
+And you be actin' like you off Percs, but you off Tylenol
+I done popped some X and I told my mama I was off Adderall
+I buy that Glock, I need that switch, I need that attatchment, y'all4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Bora Bora[Intro]
+DJ on the beat so it's a banger
+
+[Chorus]
+All this clout shit, you chasin' that, Balenciaga, space cadet
+I don't even fuck with niggas, I'd just rather chase a check
+Man, this shit so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek
+I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora, cost me 80 racks
+I'm the one, bitch asked me for a flight when she ain't ate it yet
+I'ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back
+Can't no real nigga lie on they word and try to take it back
+I might mix my Percocet with red, I can't find the Act
+
+[Verse 1]
+Off a lotta pills, kissin' bitches, ew
+Designer junkie, yeah, only top Chanel
+Don't get caught with the scale, bro 'nem died in the field
+We had to split our meals, went half for hotels
+Gotta watch your mans, that's the beauty of the streets
+Look at me and my bitch, that shit Beauty and the Beast
+Never call my phone about the opps 'cause ain't no peace
+Man this shit for real, found out my homie, he police
+
+[Chorus]
+All this clout shit, you chasin' that, Balenciaga, space cadet
+I don't even fuck with niggas, I'd just rather chase a check
+Man, this shit so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek
+I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora, cost me 80 racks
+I'm the one, bitch asked me for a flight when she ain't ate it yet
+I'ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back
+Can't no real nigga lie on they word and try to take it back
+I might mix my Percocet with red, I can't find the Act
+[Verse 2]
+Funeral, suit and tie, I'll shoot for the guys
+Takin' shrooms on me now, car go vroom on them now
+I got groupies on me now, I got Gucci on me now
+I put blood in my Shahada, I got kufis with me now
+Feel like I'm dyin', I'm too high, Pluto died in the Chi
+Got me ridin' around, hunnid rounds on him now
+Hunnid rounds on him now
+Pluto died in the Chi, Pluto...
+
+[Chorus]
+All this clout shit, you chasin' that, Balenciaga, space cadet
+I don't even fuck with niggas, I'd just rather chase a check
+Man, this shit so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek
+I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora, cost me 80 racks
+I'm the one, bitch asked me for a flight when she ain't ate it yet
+I'ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back
+Can't no real nigga lie on they word and try to take it back
+I might mix my Percocet with red, I can't find the Act8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Party[Intro: Lil Durk]
+Yeah
+Let's throw a party, let's throw a party (Let's get it)
+Let's throw a party (A party, a party party)
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Let's have a party
+Invite the bad bitches
+Invite the drug dealers
+Bring the city out 'cause I'm that nigga
+She wanna be famous
+Just let me record her
+Put grits in my water
+We gonna turn up at this party like
+Party party let's throw a party
+Party party let's throw a party
+Party party let's throw a party
+Party party let's throw a party
+Party party let's throw a party
+Party party let's throw a party
+Party party let's throw a party
+Party party let's throw a party
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Party party lets throw a party
+She geeking, she tweeking, she high off the molly
+Bitches on bitches, she say she not gay if she kissing her body
+Bring me Patron, I meant the designer
+Pass me the hookah, pass me the 9
+Pass me my mic, my show starts at 9
+Let's party party party party
+Lil bitch say she want me now, say my name bring the city out
+She wanna fuck 'cause she see me at Diddy's house
+Lil ho i can't go low, I can't go (Let's get it!)
+Call DJ up, play me, block party
+Glock 40 on me, 'cause these niggas hate me
+Lil bitch she a head hunter (Say she a head hunter)
+Wanna fuck cause my red bottoms (Cause my red bottoms)
+I'm turning up I'm a bread winner (Turning up I'm bread winner)
+You can't come if you ain't getting money (She ain't getting no money)
+I can't go, tryna get a bank roll (Bank roll)
+You ain't on the list should of never came ho
+Get in free, if you do the Bang Bros
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Let's have a party
+Invite the bad bitches
+Invite the drug dealers
+Bring the city out cause I'm that nigga
+She wanna be famous
+Just let me record her
+Put grits in my water
+We gonna turn up at this party like
+Party party let's throw a party
+Party party let's throw a party
+Party party let's throw a party
+Party party let's throw a party
+Party party let's throw a party
+Party party let's throw a party
+Party party let's throw a party
+Party party let's throw a party
+
+[Verse 2: Young Thug]
+Party when I'm broke, party when I'm rich
+Party in a coupe, party with your bitch
+No candy see you later
+We gorillas nigga, cage us
+Party hard, I need more acres
+No phone, I book on papers
+You could say I'm in 3hunna the way I left the bitch in that dirt
+I'm a King Slime, she walk off I'm going in her purse
+Ooh she feeling me just like a nurse
+Just because I'm a star don't mean she won't get burnt
+(Party!)
+Jiggle that, jiggle that, jiggle that baby
+(Party!)
+When I fucked you I came right back the next day
+(Party!)
+Nigga party big as a parade
+(Party!)
+I'm YSL, Durk, tell 'em whatcha bang
+[Bridge: Lil Durk]
+OTF, I do it for the fam
+Pull out your phone and do it for the 'gram
+Put ya hands up jump up and down and just jam (Jam)
+Jump up and down and just jam
+Yeah
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Let's have a party
+Invite the bad bitches
+Invite the drug dealers
+Bring the city out cause I'm that nigga
+She wanna be famous
+Just let me record her
+Put grits in my water
+We gonna turn up at this party like
+Party party let's throw a party
+Party party let's throw a party
+Party party let's throw a party
+Party party let's throw a party
+Party party let's throw a party
+Party party let's throw a party
+Party party let's throw a party
+Party party let's throw a party34EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Street Affection[Intro]
+(Ayy, pull up, Lamb)
+
+[Verse 1]
+They ain't doing they job, they ain't serve and protectin'
+Even street niggas need that love and affection
+Big homies not big homies, they ain't tryna give direction
+The advice they gave to me, I told them niggas they could've kept it
+Could've stayed on the porch, but jumped inside the streets, I had a selection
+Ain't no back and forth talkin' on the 'net, we send a message
+You want the king, you want that tiger head like the nigga off of Tekken
+Put blood, sweat, and tears inside of this shit, you gotta respect it
+You ain't did shit for the streets, so how you gon' put a word in?
+I'ma do what all I can do, but I ain't never say I was perfect
+Man, that gun heavy, palms sweaty, you acting nervous
+Put a hundred thousand on his head, that's two verses
+The county days, I used to wake up, wash up with the Jergens
+She told me three niggas she fucked, when I went in, she was a virgin
+And I can't hang around no bitch niggas, I'm too allergic
+An iPhone plus an iPhone, two jail calls, I merge it
+
+[Chorus]
+The one I called my brother not my brother 'cause he told them other niggas we not brothers
+I can't tell a nigga that I meant that I love him, I be lying, I don't love him
+Get in my feelings when I pop all prescriptions, I take all these pills and I crush 'em
+If you ain't known for having cash or that bag, they gon' treat you like you nothing
+[Verse 2]
+Don't be telling me 'bout your block, nigga, fuck them
+You can't bring your ass around if you say fuck twin
+Into it with us, kiss your kids, make sure they tucked in
+Two fifties in a millennium clip, that's a buck-ten
+The one you look up to a pussy, his nuts tucked in
+Ain't hide the guns fast enough, the police rushed in
+And since you died for your gang, you got slumped in
+You pull up bleeding out that pussy, you got a sucker then
+You signed your name up on that statement, you got the best font
+You asked me do I love you? Mhm, I'm nonchalant
+Went on the 'Gram, seen an opp died, that's when I sparked a blunt
+Maybe sipped a lil' lean too, but that's not the point
+A lot of money through Western Union get you a blocked account
+I'm on camera, I got a case, so foenem knock 'em out
+We move the same, we all as one, that's what I'm talking 'bout
+I'm the same, you touch my chain, foenem chalk 'em out, yeah, yeah
+
+[Chorus]
+The one I called my brother not my brother 'cause he told them other niggas we not brothers
+I can't tell a nigga that I meant that I love him, I be lying, I don't love him
+Get in my feelings when I pop all prescriptions, I take all these pills and I crush 'em
+If you ain't known for having cash or that bag, they gon' treat you like you nothingEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Death Ain’t Easy[Intro: King Von]
+(Turn me up, Josh)
+Alright, 'cause he really a ho (Ayo, Vani)
+Like, he really, like
+You know, they probably told him
+Like you know when we came in, uh
+(Ayy, Young Cutta, turn up)
+He got up outta there when we was in Cali and shit
+We came, and then he tried to shake my hand with love
+Like that's the second, I told him another time
+Told him we 'bout to get on his ass, have him duckin' and shit
+
+[Chorus]
+Who told me death is easy?
+Who told me death is easy?
+Like why you leave me?
+Why you tell me?
+Why you tell me that death is easy?
+They ain't bleed like we bleed
+
+[Verse]
+Sheroid was a cool nigga
+A real nigga, not a stoop pigeon
+I hate J Money move loose with it
+He the one that's out the roof with it
+You think you tough, you got your clip extended
+Been on my own, I'm feelin' independent
+I love you too, but I don't know your feelings
+You ain't gotta tell me 'cause I know the difference
+I wash my pain away with painkillers
+No new friends, I'm with the same niggas
+Came from nothin', you see what fame get us?
+They went to jail, took care of the main niggas
+Baby mama realer than some day ones
+I gotta stash the drugs whenever they come
+I made "Dis Ain't What U Want" inside the basement
+Stayed alive inside the trenches, yeah, I made it
+What's-his-name would've been around, but he hated
+I fell off with my sound and they faded
+Look at me now, I'm shittin' in they faces
+Them billions close around, I can taste it
+Bitches stealin' kids, they tryna take 'em out my testicles
+I was fuckin' strippers, I was actin' unprofessional
+Lookin' at my son and I tell him, "I'ma better you"
+And that shit we doin', we get caught, we goin' federal
+I won't say it no more, you get Dior, you actin' sexual
+All the opps unhealthy, but I know a couple vegetable
+Leave me alone, I don't wanna talk no more
+And I found myself, I ain't feelin' lost no more
+Good weed with the Coldarin don't make me cough no more
+The reason niggas dyin', it ain't my fault no more
+He don't love his block, he not a boss no more
+He died off the pill, I don't wanna pop no more
+[Chorus]
+Who told me death is easy?
+Who told me death is easy?
+Like why you leave me?
+Why you tell me?
+Why you tell me that death is easy?
+They ain't bleed like we bleed
+They ain't bleed like we bleed
+They ain't bleed like we bleed4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+True Colors[Verse 1]
+Have a threesome with your bestie I'ma chance it
+Don't take a pic when we together that's a fed shit
+I spent over 4-5 racks on these glasses (on these glasses)
+I want that purple with my color just like Kansas
+Make sure I'm super fly because the cameras (yuh)
+Put a mm mm mm mm inside a Tropicana
+Sway don't, but the whole hood got the answers (yeah yeah)
+Black power in my blood my cousin Lee a panther (let's get it)
+Do a buck 50 riding down Lake Shore (skrt)
+God took away my niggas they don't make more (yeah)
+You take one of mine we gon' take four (do-do-do)
+Bitches screaming fake love like a Drake tour (turn up)
+We gon' pull up in that truck and it's paid for (turn up)
+How you flexing with your homie, shit it ain't yours (let's get it)
+Cleaning pots inside the trap but I hate chores (gang)
+BJ took mine he catch a case I take yours (brother)
+Hitting that dope I gotta take dome (dome)
+I'm from the trenches make me hate storms (Chiraq)
+How the fuck you on top and you don't make noise? (gang gang)
+I brought a hellcat from the trenches and I made it roar (skrt)
+We violent, shawty don't be too silent (yeah yeah)
+She don't like public, all her pages be private (yeah yeah)
+Before I pay a nigga bills I buy fashion (nah)
+I fuck her off a perky pill got me lasting (yeah yeah)
+[Chorus]
+Ain't no way that hate can overpower love (woah)
+Ain't no money in the world that can buy you trust (woah)
+Used to look up to them niggas they in the back of us
+Used to be my brother, show me they color
+True colors, yeah your true colors (true colors)
+True colors, yeah your true colors (true colors)
+Niggas sneak dissing while you show your true colors (true colors)
+Even with these shades I can see your true colors
+
+[Verse 2]
+I can't put no niggas over mine, I'ma over grind
+Over time, for more chains I'll over shine
+I'm screaming free 'em even if appeals denied
+Gave 'em guns just to get some lower time
+Like drinking lean shit way too cold with ice
+Kidnap your son got me like I'm Uncle Ice
+Your ass ain't right, keep my strap like a dyke
+They shot my brother, we was in it all night
+They don't listen you ain't no politician
+And I was broke ain't have no pot to piss in
+Don't fuck with too many niggas had to keep my distance
+When I do come around I swear I feel the tension
+I love my cousin Iris man I swear I miss her
+Her daughter look just like her I see her and kiss her
+My daddy never seen my kids, only through some pictures
+At the time I was fighting cases so I couldn't visit
+[Chorus]
+Ain't no way that hate can overpower love (woah)
+Ain't no money in the world that can buy you trust (woah)
+Used to look up to them niggas they in the back of us
+Used to be my brother, show me they color
+True colors, yeah your true colors (true colors)
+True colors, yeah your true colors (true colors)
+Niggas sneak dissing while you show your true colors (true colors)
+Even with these shades I can see your true colors2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I Know[Intro]
+DJ on the beat so it's a banger
+
+[Chorus]
+I know one nigga, he started a war but he don't want no parts
+I know one nigga'll snake his family 'cause he ain't got no heart
+I know one nigga who'll come out a Cut' just 'cause he ain't have no car
+I know one nigga who'll sniff a perc just 'cause he ain't got no bars
+I know one nigga told me stop singin', told me put out them bars
+Why would I do that and that's one main reason I got these cars?
+Nowadays crazy
+They'll make you feel bad if you ain't got no job
+Nowadays crazy
+They don't teach you 'bout school, they'll teach you how to rob
+Yeah, turn up
+We ain't goin' back to be broke no more
+You my bro, we ain't goin' back and forth 'bout a ho
+How you say you fam but you don't show no love?
+How you say you fam but you don't show no love?
+
+[Post-Chorus]
+Only The Family, I went to jail and I plead for insanity
+I stay with my family, they wasn't around, thought they abandoned me
+Do they love us like they say they do?
+Do they love me like they say they do? (Do they love me like they say they do?)
+[Verse 1]
+I went to jail and met Muslims, reason I don't eat swine
+Ain't talked to my son in a minute, my mama had told me fine
+My cousin had went to the feds and told me that he took his time
+I lost my mind, I thought I was trippin', they told me that he dropped a dime, damn
+Granny still holdin' up, sometimes she'll lose her mind
+Had to catch myself sayin', "Remember?", damn well she don't remember '09
+I threatened my homies, know damn well I'm lyin'
+Don't switch your story, you know them niggas told on Nine
+Can't hang with the mice
+So high, I done came in her twice
+Know a bitch suck dick for the Mikes
+And I'm so legit with the ice
+Drug dealer, no family price
+I stopped drinkin' lean with the ice
+G-Wagon, I lean to the right
+I move like a thief in the night
+Some niggas don't use they pipes
+Stop playin', you'll lose your life
+Some niggas ain't cool with a slice
+Four-five with a drum, they slide
+When they slide, you hide
+You get caught, that's pride
+'Cause you ain't gon' tell that story
+'Cause you know you dyin'
+[Chorus]
+I know one nigga, he started a war but he don't want no parts
+I know one nigga'll snake his family 'cause he ain't got no heart
+I know one nigga who'll come out a Cut' just 'cause he ain't have no car
+I know one nigga who'll sniff a perc just 'cause he ain't got no bars
+I know one nigga told me stop singin', told me put out them bars
+Why would I do that and that's one main reason I got these cars?
+Nowadays crazy
+They'll make you feel bad if you ain't got no job
+Nowadays crazy
+They don't teach you 'bout school, they'll teach you how to rob
+Yeah, turn up
+We ain't goin' back to be broke no more
+You my bro, we ain't goin' back and forth 'bout a ho
+How you say you fam but you don't show no love?
+How you say you fam but you don't show no love?
+
+[Post-Chorus]
+Only The Family, I went to jail and I plead for insanity
+I stay with my family, they wasn't around, thought they abandoned me
+Do they love us like they say they do?
+Do they love me like they say they do? (Do they love me like they say they do?)
+
+[Verse 2]
+Keepin' it real is the recipe
+I let the streets get the best of me
+Drug dealers tried to invest in me
+I know some people in desperate needs
+Gang hungry, I invest in we
+Stayed in a home with no type of heat
+9 to 5, I had checks a week
+My big bro had a block of cheese
+My shorty slide in SRT's
+Four-five Glock with extended wings
+They gon' slide when they off them beans
+I ain't gon' lie, I can't be no meme
+I still cry when I talk to OG
+I see him dead, that shit OC
+Two hundred grams and I send 'em OT
+Gotta watch niggas, they be police
+Rest in peace to Fredo, kill that lean
+A day with Booka in the trenches, Halloween
+They know that we 'bout it
+I know some niggas that doubted me
+Run up on me, boy I doubt it
+Who the fuck say that you family?
+[Chorus]
+I know one nigga, he started a war but he don't want no parts
+I know one nigga'll snake his family 'cause he ain't got no heart
+I know one nigga who'll come out a Cut' just 'cause he ain't have no car
+I know one nigga who'll sniff a perc just 'cause he ain't got no bars
+I know one nigga told me stop singin', told me put out them bars
+Why would I do that and that's one main reason I got these cars?
+Nowadays crazy
+They'll make you feel bad if you ain't got no job
+Nowadays crazy
+They don't teach you 'bout school, they'll teach you how to rob
+Yeah, turn up
+We ain't goin' back to be broke no more
+You my bro, we ain't goin' back and forth 'bout a ho
+How you say you fam but you don't show no love?
+How you say you fam but you don't show no love?
+
+[Outro]
+Don't want to be broke
+Back and forth 'bout a ho
+You don't show no love
+Family4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Spin the Block[Intro: Future]
+Spin, spin
+Southside in this muhfucka
+They gon' come down and do it all
+ATL Jacob
+They gon' turn back around too, they-they coming back around
+Atlanta to the Chi', all the way around
+Yeah
+
+[Chorus: Future]
+Spin the block, spin it one more time (All the way, all the way)
+Got the drop on you, sittin' outside (Skrrt, skrrt)
+Me and Durkio go back to back (Back to back)
+Hangin' out the window, MAC to MAC (Brr)
+Spin the block, nigga, spin it one more time
+Unload that Glock, nigga, load that one more time
+Fuck them cops, nigga, spin it one more time (One more time)
+Hit the spot then I'm hittin' it one more time (Let's get it)
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+I'm a southside Englewood nigga with a check (Nigga with a check)
+How the fuck you into it with us and you ain't kill nobody yet? (Kill nobody yet)
+You was holdin' up diplomas, they was holdin' up a Tec (For real)
+While my 'migos drink Corona, we was pourin' up the Tech (Yeah)
+So don't ever front your move, 'cause Booka catch you through the back (Let's get it)
+Ain't no rumors for no stool, paperwork, we spittin' facts (Facts)
+And they goin' off my word, only time they give it back (Huh)
+And my brother lost that trial time, he tryna give it back (Gang)
+We be rollin' in the lobby, we be mixin' it with Fatz
+That's why they don't play with me 'cause I'm not friendly with the threats (Let's go)
+Only The Family in my eyes, I got it tatted on my neck (Let's get it)
+I just took a flight to Detroit, got some head playin' Dex (Osama)
+While my baby mamas trippin', think they made my life a wreck (Ooh)
+And they all thought I was tripping 'cause I said his ass a wreck (Ho)
+Why they steady askin' for cash and they know they ass in debt? (Let's get it)
+And that shit we did with 9, that shit first flight to the feds
+They wanna kill us (Kill us)
+Foenem geekin' off them dots, they wanna drill up (Drill up)
+I know some niggas payin' rent, doin' fill ups
+Before they talk to me, these niggas rather talk to pillows (Talk)
+We talkin' to these trenches, niggas act like they don't hear
+I throw my set up with that draco 'cause we bang
+These niggas mad, they turned to opps 'cause they can't hang (Facts)
+They tried to drag my name through mud 'cause they ain't gang (Facts)
+They say they family but they don't understand my pain (Facts)
+Told them old-heads, sit back, just don't get involved (Let's get it)
+And that dope they got ain't sellin', they brought fentanyl (Bought fentanyl)
+23 and 1, no visits, I ain't get a call (I ain't get a call)
+Foenem put them beams on you, look like chicken pox (Look like cicken pox)
+And that gun I got, that shit don't even come in stocks (Brrah)
+And that nigga I call my plug, his shit don't come in rocks (Don't come in rocks)
+And I heard my ex-bitch out here bad, I heard she full of cocks (She full of cocks)
+And you'd think he fuck with Craig the way he flippin' cars (Brr)
+[Bridge: Lil Durk]
+Ooh, ridin' 'round with your Draco (Ridin' 'round with a Draco)
+Ooh, ridin' 'round with your mask on (I'm ridin' 'round with my mask on)
+Ooh, ridin' 'round with your Glock out (I'm ridin' 'round with that Glock out)
+Ooh, shout-out niggas who gon' rock out (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+Ooh, I ride around with that Draco (Ridin' 'round with that Draco)
+Ooh, I ride around with my mask on (With my mask on)
+Ooh, I ride around my check up ('Round that my check up)
+Ooh, I ride around with my mask on (Let's get it)
+
+[Chorus: Future]
+Spin the block, spin it one more time (All the way, all the way)
+Got the drop on you, sittin' outside (Skrrt, skrrt)
+Me and Durkio go back to back (Back to back)
+Hangin' out the window, MAC to MAC (Brr)
+Spin the block, nigga, spin it one more time
+Unload that Glock, nigga, load that one more time
+Fuck them cops, nigga, spin it one more time
+Hit the spot then I'm hittin' it one more time
+
+[Verse 2: Future]
+I'm a hot nigga, somethin' like Juvenile
+Hit the pot, nigga, hold the other side
+Off that block, where the shit get pop-popped
+Bullet brr, sprinkle, sprinkle, bodies drop, drop (Brr, brr)
+Every hour, there's a homicide (Brr, brr)
+Fuck them cowards, they can't come outside (Brr, brr)
+Soon as you up the tool, oh, ain't 'bout to let it fly (Brr, brr)
+Niggas get out of line, gotta let it die
+Spin the block and spin it one more time (Yeah, yeah, woo)
+Hit the top, hit it one more time (Woo, woo, let's go)
+Spin the block, spin it one more time (Woo)
+Drop the top, it's a Aston Martin (Drop that top)
+Ask my Zoe, he gon' ride or die
+Kick a door, we go eye for eye
+Split the goal, blood on your mind
+Aventador, I can touch the sky
+Out the dungeon, like no dragon fear
+Baby gangster, get it how you live
+RondoNumbaNine, get you out of here (Woo)
+I just turned the Gucci socks to a ski-mask
+I stopped drankin' for a month, then I relapsed
+Got my hood sewed up and I don't be there (I got dawgs)
+Bought some chains for my niggas, what they be 'bout
+Give a bitch 10 Gs when she leave out (Woo, woo)
+Catch the bullet from the stick, cut your sleeves out
+Going straight for the hit, then you ease out (Brr)
+Do a U-turn, hit 'em up, then speed off (Speed off)
+Ain't no lead, just somethin' to read 'bout
+[Chorus: Future]
+Spin the block, spin it one more time
+Hit your block, say it's man down
+Hit his top, hit him one more time
+Spin the block, hit it one more time
+
+[Outro: Future]
+All the way, all the way4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Hittaz[Chorus]
+Hitta, my niggas drilling, my niggas winning
+Don't get hit up
+My niggas chilling, my killas itching
+Bitches, can't trust these bitches, these bitches tripping
+In it, my niggas in it, we all hittaz
+Hitta, my niggas drilling, my niggas winning
+Don't get hit up
+My niggas chilling, my killas itching
+Bitches, can't trust these bitches, these bitches tripping
+In it, my niggas in it, we all hittaz
+
+[Verse 1]
+Hittaz, I call them hittaz
+Don't get hit up on the lam, that's 64th
+My niggas in it doing drills, I wake up early
+That's when they slippin'
+Say no lackin', that's when they lackin'
+I love that feel of niggas leaking
+These niggas cheesy, shoutout to Reese can't relate
+Fuck niggas they hate, hit 'em with that A or that Glock'a
+I'm on my block'a, FN go frr-aah
+That mini chopper, knock off his topper
+L'z up, don't pick no shells up
+That's that revolver, no face that means there's no case
+That mean no topper, L's up, don't pick no shells up
+That's that revolver, no face that means there's no case
+That mean no topper
+[Chorus]
+Hitta, my niggas drilling, my niggas winning
+Don't get hit up
+My niggas chilling, my killas itching
+Bitches, can't trust these bitches, these bitches tripping
+In it, my niggas in it, we all hittaz
+Hitta, my niggas drilling, my niggas winning
+Don't get hit up
+My niggas chilling, my killas itching
+Bitches, can't trust these bitches, these bitches tripping
+In it, my niggas in it, we all hittaz
+
+[Verse 2]
+OTF, I ride for them
+Angelo, I'd die for him
+3hunnit, did time for them
+Fuck niggas, no time for them
+Catch a opp, make that 30 pop, eat that mind of his
+Free Rex, bro just doing that time for shit, that savage shit
+I told my hittaz they get locked up then I got em
+Can't no nigga in the jam say I'm a liar
+Real nigga, I'm loyal when I'm grinding, I'mma start a riot
+These niggas hate me, ride into a AP
+Clips on KD, free Law, free T, white range like D
+These bitches love me, these niggas copy
+Throw them L'z up for them hittaz
+[Chorus]
+Hitta, my niggas drilling, my niggas winning
+Don't get hit up
+My niggas chilling, my killas itching
+Bitches, can't trust these bitches, these bitches tripping
+In it, my niggas in it, we all hittaz
+Hitta, my niggas drilling, my niggas winning
+Don't get hit up
+My niggas chilling, my killas itching
+Bitches, can't trust these bitches, these bitches tripping
+In it, my niggas in it, we all hittaz16EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+When We Shoot[Intro]
+(Turn Me Up Josh)
+(Young Cutta run it up)
+
+[Verse 1]
+I be with demons, and yeah, I admit it
+Get too high, got to flush my kidneys
+Niggas be hoes, gotta mind my business
+Call from the feds, they'll run up your minutes
+Watch these hoes, they'll do it for image
+Fuck four hoes, tryna turn me to stripper
+I don't trust niggas, so I ride with my nickel
+Crushed up faces, bustdown emerald
+Can't trust twice 'cause it ain't that simple
+Ten toes down, I'll ride for my niggas
+When you ride through the 'Raq, gotta look at it through mirrors
+He got caught 'cause I know he didn't
+You know damn well you can't duck them switches
+You gotta shoot for it 'cause that bitch be glitchy
+I miss my dawg, gotta stay out my feelings
+Miss my dawg, gotta stay out my, yeah
+Love my block and I love my city, we call hoes eats
+Wake up late, mouth 50K, better brush your teeth
+I'ma say no when the nigga ask, I know he a leech
+Contract with the label, bitch, I'm able, I'm signed to the streets
+We ain't no goofies and I told Doody them pills be havin' me nervous
+Nigga had shot my brother, when it come to the money, my shorty be constantly purgin'
+Fuck my opps, we on his ass, catch 'em, blast, nobody nervous
+We on his ass, ain't no pass, foenem do him dirty
+I'm with the killers and I be comfortable 'round them gangsters
+I'm with the robbers and I be comfortable 'round them gangsters
+I give him a thirty, he pop out the car, he gettin' too anxious
+Won't give him no X when he got his gat 'cause shorty too dangerous
+[Chorus]
+And you can't run when we shoot
+You can't run when we shoot
+You can't run when we shoot
+And you can't run when we shoot
+
+[Verse 2]
+You better not slip, you better not trip
+Come out the cut and blick
+Them hoes left quick when I wasn't lit
+Now them hoes be on my dick
+I'm from the Lam', fuck 63rd, but that don't go for Hyp
+I'ma get that Lam' truck blue for sixty days, that shit for Nip
+And I don't even cheat on my bitch
+Them bitches be tweetin' like, "Lil Durk be cheatin'," like bitches don't be on my dick
+Why you be sneakin' and dissin' and pillowin'-talkin' when you with a bitch?
+It be the niggas I used to call brother, I call 'em and tell 'em, "Let's get it"
+Better ride with your blick, yeah
+
+[Chorus]
+And you can't run when we shoot
+You can't run when we shoot
+You can't run when we shoot
+And you can't run when we shoot
+And you can't run when we shoot
+You can't run when we shoot
+You can't run when we shoot
+And you can't run when we shoot4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+OC[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Smoke opps out a Vega, 20 a show and the these niggas can't take us
+40 Ruger leave a nigga with face lifts
+RIP Pluto me and him on a space ship
+Told Bentley to put me on the wait list
+I just copped me a chopper, that Nina my fragrance
+Roc gotta mop, he addicted to maintenance
+No barber, but bro Nem be taping
+Fly in that Bimmer with that steamer with K's
+I got the Ashton and I throw up the Tre
+I'm getting money, I'm stuck in my ways
+Bitch, you ain't me cause I gotta get paid
+Niggas be talking, got shooters like Ray
+Slide in the morning do a drill, no Sway
+Wanted his head gotta watch for the jakes
+Niggas they bitch, they'll chill for the cake
+But these bitch ass niggas so fake
+
+[Verse 2: OTF NuNu]
+These niggas be fake, gotta watch them
+I’m hot, so I know they plotting
+Go broke, have lil bro rob them
+That Nina my problem solver
+Man down, no shells, revolver
+At the top but I gotta go harder
+I like my lean a lil' darker
+Bullet holes same size as Ms. Parker
+My squad, they stay on dummy
+Get back if you ain’t gettin’ no money
+YSL got me straight stuntin
+I’m strapped, you tweak, I’m uppin'
+Cash out, make it back, it’s nothing
+Red spots on his face, no blushing
+These guns, they burning like Usher
+My shooters gonna score at the buzzer
+[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
+Niggas get clapped bout rap
+War time, no twitter but a nigga get clout
+Clout Boyz, beg for a diss to get clout
+Do a hit with 4-6, catch a opp then we out
+Ring cost 30, but the watch cost 50
+Ask French, cause he got at the same place for like 50
+Free 5, tryna give bro 5 thats 50
+Then we slide wit the 50, free 9 no 50
+And we cooling with foreign
+Bang Bro yo' bitch, no porn
+Just made a hundred off touring
+Free Rio, gave him 23 like jordan
+Twenty two shotz, plus one that's Jordan
+If you stupid, niggas mad cause we do this
+Lil Varney he a savage and he ruthless
+3hunna OTF, that’s the movement
+
+[Verse 4: OTF NuNu]
+Put a drum in a nickel
+Shootas on point, and they aiming official
+Blowing that tech like a ref with a whistle
+My niggas they thirsty, don't pick up your dribble
+Want war, we got missiles
+Squad so hungry they eating a grissle
+Bitch I'm the shit, I'm allergic to tissue
+We savage, not civil, get money no issue
+Only the family cause niggas ain't with you
+Feeling myself cause I copped a new pistol
+Aiki gon' blow, Rex toting on the low
+Bought a lens for the scope, guns cocked for a roach
+Take 'em down for the coke, Remy got it in his coat
+Pound and lean, roll the dope, these niggas don't tote
+Yall niggas won't blow, 400 for da goat
+Broke niggas do the most, stacking bread by the loaf
+Burning trees by da O, try to swim, and get soaked39EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Like That[Intro: Lil Durk]
+A nigga talkin' 'bout a motherfucker can't use no tune
+Like a motherfucker ain't in these streets, on God
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Why you playin' with my shorty like he won't come up out that cut?
+Why you talkin' out your neck like he won't turn your ass to Runtz?
+They say why we ain't kill his ass? We was on his ass for a couple months
+You know Blow, his ass a smoker, he put three grams in a blunt
+Got a booster, she'll do it, I don't pay for Saint Laurent
+Ain't no peace treaty with the opps, don't call my phone 'cause I ain't the one
+How they give him 39 and he ain't get caught up with no gun?
+Ain't no pass, we on your ass, don't get caught up with your son
+It's one opp that we ain't blast, after him, it ain't no fun
+How you say your ass the man and you ain't give your block no guns?
+Man, you know his ass a rat, how he get out in a month?
+Why you actin' like a bitch? Nigga, you should've been a punk
+We gon' catch you lackin', off them pills, wearin' them glasses
+We gon' hit your blindside, foenem hit you nine times
+I send hits through Cash App, I'm on the 6 with Badazz
+On that car if he back back, fuck my opps, I'm Die Y
+
+[Chorus: King Von & Lil Durk]
+Why you walk like that? (He told)
+Why you talk like that? (He told)
+Why you move like that? (Let's get it)
+Why you shoot like that? (He old)
+Why you lack like that? (Yeah)
+Why you act like that? (Let's get it)
+Why you fu' like that? (Why you fu'?)
+You make the news like that (Yeah)
+See, I ain't built like that (Let's go)
+Bitch, you get killed like that (Let's go)
+My pockets gettin' big  (Let's get it)
+Like Uncle Phil in there (Uncle Phil in there)
+Who got the pills in there? (Who got them pills in there?)
+Take off your heels in here (Take off your heels in here)
+It's gon' get real in here (On God)
+So don't get killed in here (Let's get it)
+[Verse 2: King Von]
+I got my pipe in here, I won't think twice in here
+I'm shootin' everybody, even the...
+OT, I fly you here, what size shoe you wear?
+Must be the pills talkin', can't lie, I'm high as hell
+Where I'm from, you better not tell, where I'm from, it's dead or jail
+Where I'm from, it's on that car, and watch out, there go 12
+Where I'm from, it's hit or miss, and he got hit, he quit
+Where I'm from, you lookin' stiff, then put him in a zip
+Where I'm from, we smokin' him, that Tooka, man, be chokin' him
+These hoes ain't shit, gang, I'm fuckin' her, she posting him
+She made a paragraph, she talkin' 'bout she was close to him
+Hoes ain't shit, her baby daddy, she killed both of them
+
+[Chorus: King Von & Lil Durk]
+Why you walk like that?
+Why you talk like that? (He told)
+Why you move like that? (Let's get it)
+Why you shoot like that? (He old)
+Why you lack like that? (Yeah)
+Why you act like that? (Let's get it)
+Why you fu' like that? (Why you fu'?)
+You make the news like that (Yeah)
+See, I ain't built like that (Let's go)
+Bitch, you get killed like that (Let's go)
+My pockets gettin' big  (Let's get it)
+Like Uncle Phil in there (Uncle Phil in there)
+Who got the pills in there? (Who got them pills in there?)
+Take off your heels in here (Take off your heels in here)
+It's gon' get real in here (On God)
+So don't get killed in here (Let's get it)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Refugee[Intro]
+(Ayy, pull up, Lam)
+(2Ezzy on some other shit)
+
+[Verse]
+I'm poppin' a seal in Barneys
+I'm signin' a deal with a Sharpie
+I went to sleep smokin' on a Backwood and I'm burnin' the carpet
+I grew up in vacant apartments
+They pressin' up pills, retarded
+They don't even care if niggas steady dyin' from it, they just floodin' the market
+Off them drugs, I nodded
+I'm with the killers regardless
+Don't ask me why I got a gun on me 'cause these niggas be killin' the artists
+I fell in love with a darlin'
+They steady bringin' up charges
+I went to sleep with my anklе monitor goin' dead and I forgot to charge it
+He comе from the streets, the darkest (Yeah)
+Every day sleep with a Barbie (Yeah)
+He out of my life, he tardy (Yeah)
+Niggas gon' shoot, we ain't arguin' (Yeah)
+How you get killed when you partyin'? (Yeah)
+The streets and the bitches my audience (Yeah)
+Look at my diamonds, they ornaments (Yeah)
+We turn a killin' to tournament (Yeah)
+We get a revenge, it's glorious (Yeah)
+The two F&N's, I ordered it (Yeah)
+I'm lovin' that Urus, I ordered it (Yeah)
+She suckin' my dick, I'm recordin' it (Yeah)
+The police, they call him notorious (Yeah)
+He did a line early (Yeah)
+I wasn't buyin' jewelry (Yeah)
+How I'ma bribe the jury? (Yeah)
+I live in designer stores (Yeah)
+I drink outta Styrofoam (Yeah)
+He takin' them Percocets (Yeah)
+I hate that he died alone (Yeah)
+I'm leavin' them snakes alone (Yeah)
+I'm leavin' them fakes alone (Yeah)
+The homicides gettin' solved (Yeah)
+I'm leavin' them jakes alone (Yeah)
+Cut my homie off (Yeah)
+He a custo (Yeah)
+If I go broke (Yeah)
+Turnin' cutthroat (Yeah)
+We don't cut dope (Yeah)
+Can't save a slut, though (Yeah)
+He got two headshots (Yeah)
+What he got rushed for? (Yeah)
+[Outro]
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+Yeah, yeah, yeah3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Lil Niggaz[Produced by Dree The Drummer]
+
+[Intro: Lil Durk]
+Yea, let's get it
+You niggas talk like big niggas
+These niggas ain't done shit
+Free my niggas
+Yeeeaaaah
+Tweak with my squad
+I move if you tweak with my squad
+Don't tweak with my squad
+Lil nigga, lil nigga
+Lil nigga, lil nigga
+Let's get it!
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+It look bad for a nigga, funeral set up, it look sad for a nigga
+40 Ruger shooters, gave all that I had for a nigga
+Where you from, what's your past lil nigga?
+And you broke and you mad lil nigga?
+Fuck a price what the tag lil nigga?
+My shooters on deck playin' tag lil nigga
+You can't get a pass lil nigga
+Get caught, that's your ass lil nigga
+You movin' too fast lil nigga
+You tweak with the squad, that's your ass lil nigga
+Lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga
+Tweak with my squad, that's your ass lil nigga
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Your niggas wanna tweak with my niggas
+I'm a dog, I'ma eat with my niggas
+Twitter beefing, that ain't me lil nigga
+Location on and we can meet lil nigga
+Wifey holding down the street with my niggas
+My gang claim three lil nigga
+All this shit, that ain't me lil nigga
+Got killers, every gang with me lil nigga
+War time, shooters that's four-nine
+Put a murder on bro that's more time
+Up mine, I'ma shoot thirty four time
+Or nah, cook a brick or nah?
+Nigga say he ain't snitching but I know he lying
+Lil nigga, lil nigga
+Get money, get bigger
+Them niggas ain't with ya'
+Talk loud and get switched lil nigga
+And we big niggas, and I lost a lot of shit, nigga (Let's get it)
+Sip lean, get the kick, lil nigga
+Who you with lil nigga?
+Where you from? You can't flip lil niggas
+And we the shit lil niggas
+I'm gone, how they sick lil niggas
+And your Rolex tick lil nigga
+Where you from? You ain't from where I from lil nigga
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+It look bad for a nigga, funeral set up, it look sad for a nigga
+40 Ruger shooters, gave all that I had for a nigga
+Where you from, what's your past lil nigga?
+And you broke and you mad lil nigga?
+Fuck a price what the tag lil nigga?
+My shooters on deck playin' tag lil nigga
+You can't get a pass lil nigga
+Get caught, that's your ass lil nigga
+You movin' too fast lil nigga
+You tweak with the squad, that's your ass lil nigga
+Lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga
+Tweak with my squad, that's your ass lil nigga
+[Verse 2: Offset]
+You a lil nigga and I'm a big dog (huh?)
+You can die quick, nigga, only one call
+I'm at the top and I'm never gone fall
+Hundred round, make it clap like an applause
+I pull up with Durk, hop out the vert (skrr, skrr)
+(Braw Kraw!) six feet under the dirt
+My diamonds is watery, you can come surf (water)
+My plug is an alien not from this Earth
+I had a dream like Mr. King (dream)
+Geekin', I need some Visine
+Gettin' money, runnin' all in my jeans (money)
+Back in the day used to serve all the fiends (back Pimp C)
+Actavis, I need lean (drink)
+Porsche Panoramic, Forgiatos on the feet (panorama)
+Young Rich Nigga, you ain't seen what I seen (no)
+I used to trap mid as a teen (I did)
+You niggas be copyin' my swag, you a clone (copy me)
+Giuseppe steppin', ain't no Foams (Giuseppe me)
+My bitch just landed here from Rome (bad)
+Hop in the 'Rari, we gone (skrr, skrr)
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+It look bad for a nigga, funeral set up, it look sad for a nigga
+40 Ruger shooters, gave all that I had for a nigga
+Where you from, what's your past lil nigga?
+And you broke and you mad lil nigga?
+Fuck a price what the tag lil nigga?
+My shooters on deck playin' tag lil nigga
+You can't get a pass lil nigga
+Get caught, that's your ass lil nigga
+You movin' too fast lil nigga
+You tweak with the squad, that's your ass lil nigga
+Lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga
+Tweak with my squad, that's your ass lil nigga
+[Verse 3: Cash Out]
+You know I'm gettin' money, I pull up in foreigns, I jump out with shooters
+He talk about robbin', we lay in his yard and bust his medula (we bustin' his head)
+A million a day, when I'm in the trap I feel like Frank Lucas (I'm feelin' like him)
+I iced out the Rollies, and stepped out the place, I only eat sushi
+You know what I'm sippin', you know what I'm grippin' (you know what's on call)
+I'm all on that, boss niggas got passes I know that they crippin' (you know what I'm crippin')
+Give 'em the fork and give 'em the bowl, I know they ain't whippin' (I know they ain't in the pot)
+Durk he flew in, I brought him to the trap and showed him my vision (I showed him what's up)
+My shooters no clubbin' (my shooters no clubbin')
+My shooters straight thuggin' (they thuggin' forreal)
+Your shooters, they bluffin'
+They go the feds and give 'em discussions (they give 'em discussions)
+Whip it up, whip it up, baby I'm up in the bowl (I'm up in the bowl)
+Back then, show money on your head, he dead on the stove (he dead on the stove)
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+It look bad for a nigga, funeral set up, it look sad for a nigga
+40 Ruger shooters, gave all that I had for a nigga
+Where you from, what's your past lil nigga?
+And you broke and you mad lil nigga?
+Fuck a price what the tag lil nigga?
+My shooters on deck playin' tag lil nigga
+You can't get a pass lil nigga
+Get caught, that's your ass lil nigga
+You movin' too fast lil nigga
+You tweak with the squad, that's your ass lil nigga
+Lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga
+Tweak with my squad, that's your ass lil nigga
+
+[Verse 4: Quavo]
+None of my niggas is innocent (nah)
+None of my niggas is witness
+I pull up, unload the extensions
+Walk in the trap and see pigeons
+Birds (birds)
+Migos, Lil Durk, Cash Out on the curb
+Skippa Da Flippa itching for body, give him the word
+Bet you won't bust a move
+All my niggas got choppers, they'll damage you
+Bet you won't bust a move
+Have a nigga floatin' in the Chattahoochee river, fool
+She cook it so fancy (whip, whip)
+You niggas can't stand it (ha)
+When I whip it, the J's they love it
+I'm cooking a brick and they call me McLuvin'
+Trap or die nigga, no Jeezy, corporate thuggin'
+All of my niggas got gas and dirty sticks all out in public
+My cup is so dirty, I'm drinkin' on Ruxman (lean, lean, dirty)
+You niggas is soft, lookin' like Telletub-man
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+It look bad for a nigga, funeral setup, I be all sad for a nigga
+40 Ruger shooters, gave all that I had for a nigga
+Where you from, what's your past lil nigga?
+And you broke and you mad lil nigga?
+Fuck a price what the tag lil nigga?
+My shooters on deck playin' tag lil nigga
+You can't get a pass lil nigga
+Get caught, that's your ass lil nigga
+You movin' too fast lil nigga
+You tweak with the squad, that's your ass lil nigga
+Lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga
+Tweak with my squad, that's your ass lil nigga39EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+0 to 300I lost Nuski & Rondo to some bitch niggas
+Turn 0 to 300, hit the switch nigga
+And my circle no squares so you dont fit nigga
+Draft day with my shooters so who you pick nigga
+Heard some rappers from my way, they got they chain snatched
+Tryna pay my nigga Top to get they chain back
+Police rappin from my way had to explain that
+Name all in them papers boy explain that
+Opps all on my dick, want me to tweet 'em back
+I can't tweet 'bout violence, be on the news at 9
+Tell Lil Jojo no CLOUT, man he in snoozin now
+You feed a nigga you just mad you gotta move around
+Oh Lord, I called Zu with that pipe, he like O Dawg
+And it's a glo in my city, we dont know yall
+They killed my blood cousin Nuski, I'ma show yall
+50k we watch the squad news post
+50 commas you end up Zeko, dead man
+Arm, Leg, Egg, Chest, we talkin head man
+Caught my daddy with 8 mil he in the feds man
+We catch a snitch then he a dead man
+Try to give me probation, I'll take it any day
+I dont smoke or drink anyway
+I pick LeBron over Tony Parker thats any day
+I pick a srt8 over a foreign thats any day
+My nigga laughin, i be specific now
+We cut 'em loose now we ain't pillow talkin to bitches now
+I never heard a story about him really gettin down
+(what he do?) heard he got a rapper for the low with em now
+2 for 5, I gotta chill shit
+Thinkin' bout my bro I wanna kill shit
+At least I ain't lying I keep it real bitch
+Shoutout Keke Palmer she a real bitch
+Oh Lord, shoutout to them O Boys
+These pussy niggas makin no noise
+I'm from Chiraq, Drillinois
+So kill the noise I'ma tell em like- Ohhh
+I was in LA, Game wanted a hook nigga
+Menace he my witness want that look nigga
+Tyga went to go pay 'em I think he shook nigga
+Yeah come to Chicago and meet that Wuk nigga
+Or that Count nigga, or that last nigga
+Or that Twin nigga, Bump he in the feds nigga
+How you gon dickride the block then get a pass nigga?
+I see you in LA you ain't get no pass now87EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+The Story 2.5[Intro]
+(ATL Jacob)
+On my son this shit was a freestyle, you know what I'm sayin'?
+I just, when this muthafucka spoke to my mind, so if I ain't say yo name just know I love y'all for sure, you know what I'm sayin'
+No hard feelings you feel me?
+
+[Verse]
+Late night sleepin' through the gunshots (Yeah)
+Yeah, police sirens that shit everywhere
+No one to blame 'cause ain't no victim there (Victim cares)
+Can't get no justice 'cause no one cares (No one cares)
+All I had was all the trappers
+All I had was all the trappers
+All I had was all the rap niggas that's hood tryin' come up
+All I had was the dope dealers (Yeah, yeah)
+All I had was the dope dealers (Yeah, yeah)
+Neighborhood hero
+Fell out with my main nigga, yeah I thought that really loved me
+Shout-out to my nigga Varney but you know that's that nigga brother
+Rex that's my dawg forever, never undercover (No, no)
+And these bitches wanna fuck and suck on us, but we'll never love 'em yeah (Get back)
+Randy always got the weed, yeah yeah yeah
+Ikey off the flats t’d, yeah, yeah, yeah
+And you know what Twin doin' ridin' around with that 100 shots (Brrrr)
+On that 20 block perimeter tryna look for opps (Where you at?)
+No tellin' what Jason and Dthang doin', they probably with thots (Eaters)
+Can't mention none of my old homies, they party with opps (Bitches)
+Catch Hypno on Damen he ridin' with mops (Gang, gang)
+Even though that nigga gangsta, he ride with us (Gang, gang)
+Tory he from Canada, Doodie from Kankakee (Forreal, forreal)
+We did shit with the whole Lam, but they secret safe with me
+Chubbz and OJ leave you slumped if you play with me (Forreal, forreal)
+I can't tell you foe'nem name but they play with C (Shh)
+I'd say fuck rap and shoot a nigga dead if they play with Steve (Brrrr)
+Gotta keep it low, shout-out Boonie Mo but he play with keys (He do)
+Bitch skin yellow he drugged as hell off the rim thang
+GL and Mayski puttin' on all black just to get that rent paid (Gang, gang)
+Me and D-Town ain't seein' eye-to-eye but I love them boys (My brothers)
+They saved my life and they don't know that's why I love them for it (My brothers)
+I love O'Block we had some words that shit like tug of war (My niggas)
+That shit went far but not that far them boys my brothers boy (On God)
+Heard some shit with THF but I don't believe the rumors (My niggas)
+Them my real brothers so we cannot get into it (My shooters)
+That shit what Top and 'em did just forget 'em for it
+You know we gang-gang, gang-gang, 300, Glory Boyz (3Hunna)
+300 two times my 600s (600)
+A show or not a show for sure for sure them boys is comin' (Forreal, forreal)
+Rondo caught a case, Zoo caught a case (Facts)
+I had caught a case, Dede caught a case (Facts)
+We couldn't get out at once that shit lame (Facts)
+They say I left them in that jail hangin' that shit pain (False)
+Like that hurt my feelings (Yeah, yeah), I know that hurt you nigga (That hurt you)
+Night time made you go in the crib like a curfew nigga
+What's crazy Baby D you think I hurt you nigga (That shit crazy)
+Ain't gon' talk about my past relation but you hurt your nigga (Bitch)
+Dogg Pound took me in when I had no one nigga (No one nigga)
+We go way back, way way back we had no guns with us (Young niggas)
+Murdertown gang gang they was turnt up with us (My niggas)
+Man Jane, E Rob, Tyson, Smooth know what it is (Forreal, forreal)
+Lil Law daughter, Lil Charles son, I love them kids (I love them kids)
+And I gave them what they want when no one did (When no did)
+Three boys, two daughters, I love all my kids (On God)
+I heard rumors they not mine but I know my kids (Let's get it)
+Now I'ma talk to the streets as I always talked to the dead (Talk to dead)
+How you a killer and a snitch? You threw in the flag (Damn)
+Reese Money, Fredo, SD
+Rondo, L'A, Nuski, Booka, Chief Keef (Yeah, yeah)
+Take it back to 2012 when we had a bond (Had a bond)
+When the whole gang had deals and we had fun (Had fun)
+Rell that's my brother like my dad's son (My dad's son)
+I ain't never got no abortion case say on my dead son (No, no)
+I fuck with the Ts, 4s, GDs, BDs, Moes (Gang, gang)
+Fuck with the kings, souls, mafias, and all the cobras
+All the upcoming rappers I salute ya
+Don't get in my way tryna get some fame I'll shoot ya (Bang!)
+I'll take off these Gucci loafers and suit up (Turn up)
+Pop me a Percocet might leave y'all boot up
+[Outro]
+Boot up
+I'm boot up
+I'm boot up
+I'm boot up
+I'm boot up
+I'm boot up
+I'm boot up1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I Go[Produced by Young Chop]
+
+[Intro: Lil Durk]
+OTF them my niggas
+TTE them my niggas
+THF them my niggas
+Dog Pound them my niggas
+EBK them my niggas
+Westside
+300 them my niggas
+Chiraq them my niggas
+Oblock them my niggas
+Lowend them my niggas
+100 them my niggas
+600 them my niggas
+
+[Pre-Chorus: Johnny Maycash]
+Riding around with that tool
+So I'm cool
+And I keep them Normal killers
+They come and kill you
+Yeah them My niggas
+Get poked for your figures
+And then forget you
+Yeah them My niggas
+[Chorus: Johnny Maycash]
+Wherever I go they go (they go)
+Wherever I go they go (they go)
+Wherever I go they go (they go)
+Wherever I go they go (they go)
+Wherever I go they go (they go)
+Wherever I go they go (they go)
+Wherever I go they go (they go)
+Wherever I go they go (you know)
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Summertime pop out them killas
+Hop out if we see them niggas
+Tryna tell em I got my city
+Wherever I go they go
+Wherever I point they blow
+That bitch wanna play that role
+See the gang on the camera roll
+She going
+Free bro, free bands we got it
+They took J-Money, he was savage
+You could fuck a opp, hoes be wildin'
+Nighttime by the lake with them cannons
+I told them when I got on
+They'll go every step I make
+I swear every breathe I take
+We going, we going
+Remember I ain't have no gucci
+Remember I ain't have no Louis
+Remember I ain't have no groupies
+All my niggas shooters
+All my niggas ruthless
+All my niggas wilding
+All my niggas violent
+And they kill for me
+Lets get it
+[Pre-Chorus: Johnny Maycash]
+Riding around with that tool
+So I'm cool
+And I keep them Normal killers
+They come and kill you
+Yeah them My niggas
+Get poked for your figures
+And then forget you
+Yeah them My niggas
+
+[Chorus: Johnny Maycash]
+Wherever I go they go (they go)
+Wherever I go they go (they go)
+Wherever I go they go (they go)
+Wherever I go they go (they go)
+Wherever I go they go (they go)
+Wherever I go they go (they go)
+Wherever I go they go (they go)
+Wherever I go they go (you know)
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+We leaning, we smoking, we rolling
+We on it, we toting
+No phony broke niggas
+No money, whatever I'm on they on
+They ride through right and wrong
+For a price they get 'em gone
+Never fall out for these bitches
+My nigga, I love my niggas
+My niggas was in them trenches
+Now all my niggas in Benz'
+Still got niggas cuz I ain't get a sentence
+They industry, I'm in the streets
+Niggas acting street be killin me
+And a lot of my niggas is killas
+Fuck yo niggas, I love my niggas
+And they ride through whatever
+Fuck yo niggas, I love my niggas
+And they ride through whatever
+[Pre-Chorus: Johnny Maycash]
+Riding around with that tool
+So I'm cool
+And I keep them Normal killers
+They come and kill you
+Yeah them My niggas
+Get poked for your figures
+And then forget you
+Yeah them My niggas
+
+[Chorus: Johnny Maycash]
+Wherever I go they go (they go)
+Wherever I go they go (they go)
+Wherever I go they go (they go)
+Wherever I go they go (they go)
+Wherever I go they go (they go)
+Wherever I go they go (they go)
+Wherever I go they go (they go)
+Wherever I go they go (you know)22EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+RN4L[Intro: RondoNumbaNine]
+Yeah, man, it's Nine, man, live from the trenches, man
+Happenin'  with my boy Durkio, man
+He  the soul of the streets, man, I'm the voice of the streets, man
+I'll be back out there going crazy
+Bro was there when wasn't nobody there, man
+You  know, payin' lawyer fees, you know, sending bread, whatever, on bro
+Holding  a motherfucker down, man, doing his thing for me
+All you fu' ass niggas out there snaked out, man, on some fake shit, man
+Remember  all the real niggas
+Showed love, man, stayed down, shout out to real niggas, man
+Y'all know I'm on my OTF shit, man, on go
+
+[Chorus]
+They told me don't die young because I'm talented
+You  really for me, you been around and you ain't asked for shit
+Voice of the streets, and if I say it, Varney stand on it
+I speak my soul through my music, I'm so passionate
+And if you thinkin' 'bout taking my chain, just know you would die with it
+When them niggas count your pockets, you gotta watch that shit
+I ain't have a pot to piss in, you did
+You say this brother shit fell off, it did (Turn up)
+
+[Verse 1]
+I'm the brains and you the muscle, that's Varney still
+And niggas really speak they mind off them Perky pills
+They left me hanging and left me abandoned, that shit hurt me still
+We fell off and it was a shootout, and I think they'll murk me still
+In the studio smoking exotic, comin' up with new bars
+I tried to stop it, I tried to stop it, that shit too far
+Been around with my brothers, you give me endurance, I ride with two Glocks
+And I'm thinking 'bout getting insurance, tryna do me like 2Pac
+Ooh, it hurt my soul
+Who gon' ride with you 'til the end?
+Then again, you gotta watch out for your friends
+They disrespect me on the 'net, don't pay it no 'ttention
+[Chorus]
+They told me don't die young because I'm talented
+You really for me, you been around and you ain't asked for shit
+Voice of the streets, and if I say it, Varney stand on it
+I speak my soul through my music, I'm so passionate
+And if you thinkin' 'bout taking my chain, just know you would die with it
+When them niggas count your pockets, you gotta watch that shit
+I ain't have a pot to piss in, you did
+You say this brother shit fell off, it did (Turn up)
+
+[Verse 2]
+Gotta be a snake to hang around you snakes
+Boona gon' be straight, you know that's my lil' ace
+If you play with my name, the streets gon' give you a taste
+Just signed my deal with Bel-Air, fuck around and give you a case
+Niggas low-key Chuck E. Cheese, tryna give you a case
+A lot of pussies in these streets and I'll never embrace
+You talking like you an OG and you can't get replaced
+They wanna see your face in the casket, I told 'em leave your face
+And I be thinkin' about my dawg until them Runtz gone
+Until a nigga shoot that dome, it won't be much long
+It's not a letter to the streets, it's just a love song
+Lost Baby D to these streets, can't believe my cuz gone
+
+[Chorus]
+They told me don't die young because I'm talented
+You really for me, you been around and you ain't asked for shit
+Voice of the streets, and if I say it, Varney stand on it
+I speak my soul through my music, I'm so passionate
+And if you thinkin' 'bout taking my chain, just know you would die with it
+When them niggas count your pockets, you gotta watch that shit
+I ain't have a pot to piss in, you did
+You say this brother shit fell off, it did (Turn up)
+[Outro]
+Let's get it
+DJ on the beat, so it's a banger1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+500 Homicides[Intro]
+Oh! These niggas ain't gangstas
+Stay tryna take my lil homie off the streets huh
+Free 'Nine bitch!
+We still got real niggas out here (so everybody gangsta now huh?)
+Where you from nigga?
+Free the guys man, you ain't from where we from
+I told my niggas we gon' make it man
+It's a fucking movement man
+We a fucking family, we ain't a gang
+OTF (Squad)
+
+[Verse 1]
+These niggas is bitches, getting info from bitches
+Go and tell to the piggies
+I'm tryna get riches, and stay on that business
+Free bro, niggas snitching
+My case almost over, you lucky one pending
+I put 2 in his lemon, this 4-5 a lemon
+Extended clip for his niggas
+And he ain't shit to his niggas
+We don't hesitate, from DeeDee and BayBay just know that the opps ain't never safe
+Load up the Glock, and reload the 8
+Do a drill on the op, no clones I see dots
+ACG's, Free the Guys shirt, and one pair of rocks
+I'm on the block
+Hope my tape don't flop, and it go gold when it drop
+I'm not a liar, start D'ing them baggies, and we risking indictment
+Just to get flier than a first class ticket, United
+300, O'block
+Murder murder, kill kill, in the jam I'll never squeal
+My label only time I deal
+I fuck with G's, B's, Moes, Kings,  Snakes, 4's and the niggas under Neal
+Silver spoon, you don't know how hunger feel
+Dreaming 'bout 100 mil, step on that curb with 100 pills
+Western Union money to bro and them, in the cell doing 20 years
+And I lost a couple of these niggas, and they ain't never seen 20 years, oh
+Bro died when I was out of town, shit happened I’m not around
+Slide through every opp block and we up shots till they not around
+What's up with this twitter beef?
+Thought we was keepin' it in the streets?
+They mad I'm in the winner seat, from the summer time 'till winter breeze
+And choppa squeeze, bitch go blaat, blaat, blaat!
+I ain't even gotta rap, (rap, rap) Rex nem in the trap (trap, trap)
+One time no light bulb, bro n em got a lamp, (lamp, lamp)
+Where you from you ain't stamped (stamp, stamp)
+Niggas know we the champ (champ, champ)
+Got niggas sneak dissin', it ain't rap
+Make a real nigga gotta spit facts
+Got some niggas saying keep it only rap
+That's how these old niggas stay on the map
+Headshot, we ain't getting into that
+Niggas tellin' hands full of pens and pads
+Grab a pack, blood bleeding real bad
+Doin' hit in a coupe, in a Range, or an Audi
+Fuck a nigga doubt me
+All on my dick when they see me
+Knowing this bitch wanna be me
+Hell yea you can die over a retweet
+I'm grabbing my pole on mimi
+I can't see a nigga like Stevie
+I won't tell, I'll take me a BG
+Let's get it!
+GANG!27EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+What If[Intro; TK Kravitz]
+(TK Kravitz)
+
+[Verse 1: TK Kravitz]
+Baby, you know how I'm coming
+I came up from nothing
+That's why I can't fuck with you niggas who be fronting
+If you my dawg, you my dawg for real, for you I kill
+If I got it then you got it too, that's the deal
+Just don't change on me, my nigga
+My life can't get no bigger
+I became a big spender
+But you still don't get the picture
+That money don't mean shit to me
+That money don't mean shit to me
+
+[Chorus: TK Kravitz]
+I notice everybody love you when you got something to give (Everybody, I'm talking everybody)
+But what if I ain't have it?
+Would you still be my rib? (My rib!)
+If I didn't have nothing to give
+What if I ain't have nothing to give?
+What if I ain't have nothing to give?
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+I lost so many niggas, I dropped a tear about 'em
+We drop couple of their niggas, you don't hear about it
+I tell my niggas I love them to death, that's on my dead body
+I don't wanna give up my life to anybody
+Think they finessing, Durk will not help 'em out
+'Cause I want they ass to win and take a better route
+Wish Law ain't take that fifteen, he ain't settle well
+They get 'em off the street, they had to set 'em down
+[Chorus: TK Kravitz]
+I notice everybody love you when you got something to give (Everybody, I'm talking everybody)
+But what if I ain't have it?
+Would you still be my rib? (My rib!)
+If I didn't have nothing to give
+What if I ain't have nothing to give?
+What if I ain't have nothing to give?
+
+[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
+My momma said I don't love nobody but codeine
+Trapping like a fool 'til my pockets obese
+Real copped to ten murders, on the police
+Gave him twenty years, still send him money every week
+I feel like, we don't work, we don't care, we don't never speak
+Told my team, "Need plaques," so I don't never sleep
+I'm forever real, I'm from the mud, believe
+Can't struggle when I'm rich, I had to go and cheat
+
+[Chorus: TK Kravitz]
+I notice everybody love you when you got something to give (Everybody, I'm talking everybody)
+But what if I ain't have it?
+Would you still be my rib? (My rib!)
+If I didn't have nothing to give
+What if I ain't have nothing to give?
+What if I ain't have nothing to give?
+What if I ain't have nothing to give?
+What if I ain't have nothing to give?5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Green Light[Intro]
+DY Krazy
+Let's get it
+
+[Verse 1]
+Man, give that boy this message (Let's get it), can't wait 'til foenem catch him (Yeah)
+Keep callin' me a rapper, I might be the one to stretch you (Might be the one to stretch you)
+He claimin' that he gang, the only reason foenem loved him (Let's get it)
+I told him he a bitch, he ain't on shit, he nothin' special (What?)
+I just brought four Strikers (Strikers), foenem and them desperate (Let's go)
+But I just took the keys 'cause foenem arguin' over Tesla
+Why you think that he gon' ride for you? He gon' do what I tell him (Gang)
+I don't stop at red lights anyway, it's green light when they catch you (Yeah, yeah)
+Grab that TEC, nah, ayy (Let's get it), grab that MAC, ayy
+Talkin' behind my back, nah, nigga (Let's get it), he a rat, yeah
+Tweakin' on that 'net, yeah, turn you to a pack, yeah
+Turn up in that 'Cat, yeah, that .40 Glock my gat, yeah (Brrah)
+Von pass that strap, yeah, take who chain? That's cap, yeah
+That rap money in the trap, yeah, play with me, get clapped, yeah
+Pussy (Bitch)
+
+[Interlude]
+Hello?
+Yeah, your bitch ass
+Man, you know what the fuck it is, man
+OTF and 300 y'all can't touch these, boy
+Man, get your bitch ass outta here, nigga
+You know what the fuck it is with us, nigga
+You a ho
+[Verse 2]
+Yeah, so you tough, huh? (Let's go)
+You ain't get enough, huh? Treat you like you Krump, huh? (Dope)
+Oh, you think you turnt, huh? Come out cuts and dump some
+Like my cash in lump sums, niggas don't want these problems
+She put coca on her gums, switches on our guns
+We can't go for none', bitch, I put that on my son
+Why you shoot him in his back? 'Cause that pussy tried to run
+Get your hand out your pocket 'cause I know it ain't no gun
+
+[Outro]
+Aww, you turnt, huh? Aww, you geeked, huh?
+Aww, you turnt, huh? Aww, you geeked, huh?
+Aww, you turnt, huh? Aww, you geeked, huh?
+Aww, you turnt, huh? Aww, you geeked, huh?
+Aww, you turnt, huh? Aww, you geeked, huh?
+Aww, you turnt, huh? Aww, you geeked, huh?
+Aww, you turnt, huh? Aww, you geeked, huh?
+Oh, you turnt, huh? Aww, you geeked, huh?3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Broke Up in Miami[Intro]
+(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Put my dick in her oven, mmm
+Loyal to my bitch, won't put my dick in her buddy, hmm
+She done flew to Florida with all her buddies, mmm
+Fell out, she stopped texting me all of the sudden, hmm
+She text me, say I'm embarrassing her in public, hmm
+I can't lie, I thought 'bout you in customs, hmm
+She fell in love with me, not my money, hmm
+She tell me keep going when she cummin', hmm
+I'm tryna put a boy in her tummy, hmm
+
+[Chorus]
+Do you love me? (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
+Do you love me? (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
+Do you love me? (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
+Do you love me? (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
+(Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
+(Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
+(Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
+
+[Verse 2]
+Don't talk about bitches in my past, you know that pussy old
+You can go out of town for a hundred days, I know that pussy closed
+You ain't gon' play, you gon' bring my drugs, make sure that Cookie rolled
+Come around my dawgs, ain't tryna kick it or playin' that sister role
+Even on bad terms, ain't no givin' out information
+They ask me somethin', I won't respond, that shit verification
+You get mad when I'm nonchalant 'cause I don't be thinking it's major
+They be mad I'm nonchalant 'cause I don't respond some haters
+Woo, yeah
+When you put numbers on true love, you can't fake the amount
+And I'm worldwide with who I love, this not a fake account
+I cover your mouth when we fuck 'cause you hate to shout, mmm, mmm
+[Chorus]
+Do you love me? (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
+Do you love me? (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
+Do you love me? (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
+Do you love me? (Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
+(Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
+(Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
+(Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
+
+[Outro]
+Yeah, yeah, woah, woah, woah
+Yeah, yeah, yeahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Times[Intro]
+Real shit, shout out to my squad
+This ain't for no fuck niggas, ya hear me?
+(L's) I tell em like..
+(L's)
+
+[Chorus]
+Times ain't the same
+I seen, real niggas change
+I seen, solid niggas fold
+I'm talking about, snitching on they main
+I gotta, duck from this pressure
+And be re-leased from this pain
+But this, shit come with this fame (come with this fame)
+Times ain't the same
+I seen, real niggas change
+I seen, solid niggas fold
+I'm talking about, snitching on they main
+I gotta, duck from this pressure
+And be re-leased from this pain
+But this, shit come with this fame (come with this fame)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Everyday I wake up, I gotta take a breath
+Gotta get right before a nigga try to leave me left
+Momma need help, got a new baby
+Nigga try to rob me, run up on me, nigga must be crazy
+Shit ain't right, but I gotta get real
+I hope folks come back from the pill
+I don't smoke or drink, and I don't pop pills
+I'm just high off life
+Can't trust a soul, so pussy nigga get up off
+And I keep my pole, so pussy nigga get up off
+Cause shit ain't the same, I can't trust a soul
+Cause shit ain't the same, shit ain't the same
+[Chorus]
+Times ain't the same
+I seen, real niggas change
+I seen, solid niggas fold
+I'm talking about, snitching on they main
+I gotta, duck from this pressure
+And be re-leased from this pain
+But this, shit come with this fame (come with this fame)
+Times ain't the same
+I seen, real niggas change
+I seen, solid niggas fold
+I'm talking about, snitching on they main
+I gotta, duck from this pressure
+And be re-leased from this pain
+But this, shit come with this fame (come with this fame)
+
+[Verse 2]
+Niggas want me dead, I can't go
+And I'm that nigga, they know
+I'm from the real streets, and I call it the Lam
+No thanksgiving, but I'mma go ham
+Free my nigga Jam, get him out the jam
+Free Boona, cause he gon blam
+And I'm beefing with the opps, they'll get shot
+Turn up
+And I tell em' my team, they'll nail em'
+And my niggas can't tell under pressure
+For them saying they real, I can't feel em'
+I'm just tryna eat and see millions
+Cause shit ain't the same, I can't trust a soul
+Cause shit ain't the same
+And I tell em' like
+[Chorus]
+Times ain't the same
+I seen, real niggas change
+I seen, solid niggas fold
+I'm talking about, snitching on they main
+I gotta, duck from this pressure
+And be re-leased from this pain
+But this, shit come with this fame (come with this fame)
+Times ain't the same
+I seen, real niggas change
+I seen, solid niggas fold
+I'm talking about, snitching on they main
+I gotta, duck from this pressure
+And be re-leased from this pain
+But this, shit come with this fame (come with this fame)8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Bougie[Intro]
+Jahlil Beats
+
+[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
+Uh
+When I made it rich, I went and bought a Bentley, bitch (Bitch)
+Walk into Saks Fifth like, "give me that and give me this" (Gimme that)
+That's your Wednesday crush, you know Lil' Fish done hit that shit, uh (Shit)
+You ain't gotta tell me, I know niggas envious, uh (Hey)
+Count the cash while my lil' bitch bounce her ass (Bounce that ass)
+Richard Mille cost 150, that's your stash (That's your stash)
+Poppin' shit on Instagram, that's your past (That's your what)
+When we catch you out in traffic, just don't crash (Brr, brr, brr)
+I got a bag, I'm doin' the most, you niggas lamb, I am the GOAT
+They wanted gas, I'm givin' 'em smoke, jump off the jet, get on the boat
+I'm in a yacht, I'm with a thot, she givin' me throat, aw, shit
+Cut off the top, Rolls Royce drop, I get ghost, skrt
+Pull up in a "what the fuck was that?", ho (That, ho)
+We still throwin' supermodels off the back, bro (Back, bro)
+Alley-oop my bitch to Harden, I give her back, bro (Back, bro)
+And you better not send my bitch back with her back broke (Back broke, gang)
+
+[Pre-Chorus: Lil Durk]
+First thing on my mind when I wake up is a check
+In the trenches with my slimes, they be trippin' off the X
+When I'm gone off these drugs, I don't think about my ex
+And I ain't know that ho for long, she asked for Audemars Piguet
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Oh, you want some diamonds, you don't want no bag, you're think you're bougie, huh?
+And you don't want no Fashion Nova, you want some Gucci, huh?
+And when we out, I can't be seen 'cause I don't know who you fucked
+And why she think she playin' me? this shit be groupie love
+Oh, I think I'm bougie
+Mike Amiri jeans cost me two Gs
+I can't take her to the crib, go get some room keys
+Oh, I think I'm bougie
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+Came a long way from the trenches, ridin' CTA
+From the chopper to the jet, it look like GTA
+And they say I won't be shit, ain't make my GPA
+And I heard his ass a rat, I'm sippin' T-E-A (Oh)
+I thought you was my B-O-Y, but your ass D-E-A
+I used to walk with a .22 inside my Kenzo
+Paperwork came back too dirty, gotta keep your head low
+If he too loud and he too wild, then he get paid for (Oh)
+I know some niggas that take your head off for that bankroll
+Lawyer money up to my dogs, then it's case closed
+Boy, you just start sippin', we sold him Karo
+I popped some X, I was geekin', I DMd J. Lo (Oh)
+Jimmy Kimmel in Chicago, pull up, late shows
+They put Lil' Vernie in that chair, you know he ate those
+Niggas jumpin' dick to dick, man, I hate those
+I remember I put a dime inside a Faygo
+[Pre-Chorus: Lil Durk]
+First thing on my mind when I wake up is a check
+In the trenches with my slimes, they be trippin' off the X
+When I'm gone off these drugs, I don't think about my ex
+And I ain't know that ho for long, she asked for Audemars Piguet
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Oh, you want some diamonds, you don't want no bag, you're think you're bougie, huh?
+And you don't want no Fashion Nova, you want some Gucci, huh?
+And when we out, I can't be seen 'cause I don't know who you fucked
+And why she think she playin' me? This shit be groupie love
+Oh, I think I'm bougie
+Mike Amiri jeans cost me two Gs
+I can't take her to the crib, go get some room keys
+Oh, I think I'm bougie4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Fabricated[Verse 1]
+Tryna get a check, they was procrastinatin'
+I stay around killers, I stay around robbers, they keepin' me motivated
+My brother was droppin' me off with my blick, he know I'm intoxicated
+I'm goin' to give DeDe his bond tonight, DA want him incarcerated
+I told him I ain't make it just because I'm hot, I gotta get nominated
+I gotta go turn up and get me a check and I can't keep my mama waitin'
+I put my Perc' in my lean, but I wasn't sharin' lean
+Twenty-one hundred on jeans, but I was sharin' jeans
+Feds come, hide in closet
+Car stopped, stash the Masi'
+They talk bad about me
+They say I'm 'Luminati
+They say don't talk to the jails
+He ain't buy no guns through Zelle
+He ain't send no pounds through mail
+He don't be on the block for real
+Fuck him, he gon' die for real
+Low-key, he a clown for real
+He don't do for his guys for real
+He stay out of town for real
+What he do in his raps, he lyin'
+He doin' shows, no time to kill
+I love them deep, they turned they back on me, them signs for real
+
+[Chorus]
+Think what you want, ain't tryna clear no rumors up
+Think what you want, I know they do not fuck with us
+I made "Dis Ain't What U Want," I brought the block
+He had the chance to tell on niggas, he gave 'em up
+They don't fuck with you for real (I know)
+They don't love you for real (I know)
+They don't appreciate your skills (I know)
+They do not care if you die or live, ooh
+[Verse 2]
+Knowin' your vibes be fake and crazy, that's why, me, I keep it the realest
+Niggas did somethin' to you, you ain't did shit back, but you 'posed to be one of them killers
+You be the one who be sleep on the block in the car with the Glock, but you a gorilla
+I give 'em money to handle they business, they spinnin' the block back to back like a Triller
+'Posed to be gang, they say that I changed, they makin' me mad, I'ma tell 'em I didn't
+I'm talkin' the worst way, I helped niggas out on they birthday
+We shouldn't've been cool in the first place
+Always support at your court date
+Sneak up on opps, make 'em urinate
+Sleep in the traps 'til our shirts stink
+
+[Chorus]
+Think what you want, ain't tryna clear no rumors up
+Think what you want, I know they do not fuck with us
+I made "Dis Ain't What U Want," I brought the block
+He had the chance to tell on niggas, he gave 'em up
+They don't fuck with you for real (I know)
+They don't love you for real (I know)
+They don't appreciate your skills (I know)
+They do not care if you die or live, ooh3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Perkys Calling (Remix)[Intro]
+Ay, I'm back on that '07 shit, ya hear me
+I think I'm the only nigga that can turn opps to fans, ya hear me
+Free 9
+
+[Verse]
+Me and Nuski swagged up in grad school
+Remember when the homicide grabbed you
+Boogieman had the trap like a drive thru
+The coke is goin' quick like it's fast food
+Booka told me D-rose lost his 9-1
+Appeal money for them killas when that time come
+Sneak dissin' what these goofy niggas dyin' from
+One call I'll make my TV it'll slide up
+I press 1JB 'cause Zoo was callin'
+I press 7 'cause these goofys callin' (Let's get it!)
+I fucked yo' bitch and took her Louis shoppin' (Ain't nothin'!)
+Fucked yo' bitch and took her Louis shoppin'
+I beat my case I keep my pistol on me (Let's get it, L's)
+This nigga 'pose to been my man but he was snitchin' on me
+And everytime he came around I was grippin' on it
+Like fuck yo life I won't think twice and I'll blink you homie
+We’ll turn your IG to an obituary
+I just took couple of yo homies to a cemetery (Let's get it!)
+And you know we did it you ain't did nothin' (Bitch)
+DD in the jam and he ain't said nothin' (Let's get it, L's)
+Can't name a fucking nigga that I ran from
+Just made 60 thousand off a Samsung
+Just put a couple bodies on my damn gun (grrah!)
+And we carry draco's like they hand guns
+Bitches want this glo', wanna be famous
+Cummed inside her mouth I make her taste dick (Eater)
+Them skinny bitches whine I make em' take dick
+Might fuck her in the butt so she can stay thick
+I lost my niggas to this shit that's why I'm solo homie (gang)
+Uptown Miami hood and I was dolo homie
+The streets will pull you back and forth like yo-yo homie
+Like we ain't kill your mans and I don't know your homie
+I can hear Nuski calling
+I can hear Yuyu calling (Chino)
+I can hear L'A calling
+Yeah, I can hear Pluto calling
+I can hear Iris calling
+I can hear J-Money calling
+And I can hear O' calling
+Yea I can hear Moe calling
+I was staying in Chicago cause I had to (Lets Get It! Ls)
+Probation for my pistol it was bad news
+All these niggas tried to diss me cause they had to (Gang)
+Even if I was with my kids, know I had to
+I got better fans I got better thoughts
+Like shout out to them killas who was never caught
+Niggas screaming gang gang yea they hella soft
+I seen that shit happened thats a gimmick nigga (Fraud)
+A hunnid for my jewelry for my image nigga (Lets get It)
+In the field with my killas playing scrimmage nigga
+That Timmy Turner won't none to my Timmy nigga
+Tim-Tim kept a fifty in the city nigga
+Niggas opps to me I use to hang with  (Bitch)
+Now they want me dead on some fame shit (Bitch)
+Or they want some peace but thats the same shit
+And they call them people that's the same shit (Gang!)5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Kanye Krazy[Intro]
+Tahj Money
+Ayy, pull up, Lam
+
+[Verse 1]
+I fucked up so many times, would you bless me again?
+You went through what I went through, you would feel desperate to win
+You got statements on your dog, you a threat with the pen
+Couple nights, I wrote strike 'cause they was changing the VIN
+And I drink a ginger ale, that’s what I take with my ten
+I say this one last time then I'll take it again
+Is you with me or you not but ain't gon’ say it again
+Get a second chance with promises, don't break it again, oh
+
+[Chorus]
+I'm goin' Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy
+I'm goin' Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy
+I'm goin' Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy, Kanyе crazy
+Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy, goin’ Kanye crazy
+
+[Verse 2]
+You ain’t got thе answers, Sway
+I be claimin' I’m the realest like any other day
+The feds got him wearing a camera inside his Cartier
+Tryna not to bring up shit you did, you gotta concentrate
+They don't be thinkin' bout handcuffs no more, they tryna kill me
+I won't put my trust in you no more, you gotta feel me
+Bringin’ all my K's, I had to seal it
+Kanye crazy but this the real me
+[Chorus]
+I'm goin' Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy
+I'm goin' Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy
+I'm goin' Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy
+Kanye crazy, Kanye crazy, goin' Kanye crazy7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Weirdo Hoes[Intro]
+Woo, woo, woo
+Geraldo  Live on the track
+Yeah 
+
+[Pre-Chorus]
+I don't be slidin' through no blocks, I be slippin' by (Skrrt, skrrt)
+How you fuckin' the same niggas that done killed the guys?
+And  you tried to suck my dick, called me a lie
+I  don't give your ass no cash, I just get you high
+
+[Chorus]
+You a Thotiana, huh?
+How  you a Barbie doll, bitch, you ain't got a car
+And you be fuckin' for that cash, you ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it, huh?)
+You ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it, huh?)
+Bitch, you ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it, huh?)
+You  ain't got it, huh? (Bitch)
+Ho, you ain't got it, huh? (She a eater)
+Broke bitch, huh (She a eater)
+You ain't got it, huh? (She a eater)
+You ain't got it, huh? (She a eater)
+Bitch (Yeah)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Bitch, you weak, your ass a L, huh? (Let's get it, yeah)
+Quiet as kept, you fuck with them real, huh? (Yeah)
+I heard you fuckin' through your Zelle, huh?
+You fuckin' on a nigga that killed my mans, huh? (Bitch)
+Ayy, tell your man stay out my business, man
+Put that bag on his head, I'm a businessman (Damn)
+When I say it, niggas hop inside that minivan (Skrrt)
+Ayy, kill him dead, off them Perkys sayin' anything (Damn)
+Think you scared
+Boona out that jam, he did eight, free the rest
+Nigga caught me, tried to blick me down but he ain't catch
+Same nigga say that he gon' kill me, now he stretched
+Same nigga say he killed my homie, said I'm next
+Same bitch said she sucked my dick in LAX
+I told her...
+[Chorus]
+You a Thotiana, huh?
+How you a Barbie doll, bitch, you ain't got a car
+And you be fuckin' for that cash, you ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it, huh?)
+You ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it, huh?)
+Bitch, you ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it, huh?)
+You ain't got it, huh? (Bitch)
+Ho, you ain't got it, huh? (She a eater)
+Broke bitch, huh (She a eater)
+You ain't got it, huh? (She a eater)
+You ain't got it, huh? (She a eater)
+
+[Verse 2]
+Bitch, how you braggin' on them niggas that kill shit (You a ho)
+Why you braggin' on that nigga? He a real bitch (You know)
+Bitch, you broke, ho (Let's get it)
+Fuck this, man, your ass ain't shit, you broke the bro code
+Dissin' on my cousins in your song, that leave you, ayy (Skrrt)
+Huffin', plugs be real puffin'
+Foenem comin' out that cut, niggas still scuffin', ayy
+These niggas still bluffin', ayy
+Put that gun down, you ain't gon' kill nothin' (Grrah)
+Booster-ass bitch, you tryna steal somethin'
+I got tatted off this Perk and I ain't feel nothin' (Grrah)
+Ayy, on that car, he can't run 'cause he ain't that far
+Like that Glock 'cause it go blah
+Blah-blah
+We gon' pop up, off that dot dot
+She a thot-thot, she a thot-thot
+[Chorus]
+You a Thotiana, huh?
+How you a Barbie doll, bitch, you ain't got a car
+And you be fuckin' for that cash, you ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it, huh?)
+You ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it, huh?)
+Bitch, you ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it, huh?)
+You ain't got it, huh? (Bitch)
+Ho, you ain't got it, huh?
+Broke bitch, huh
+You ain't got it, huh?
+You ain't got it, huh?
+Bitch, you ain't...2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Molly Girl (Remix)[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+I'm in Molly World, I need a molly girl
+Pineapple swirl keep me in Molly World
+Bite down because I'm bussin', feel on top of the world
+I'm out here off a molly I need a molly girl
+I'm in Molly World, I'm in Molly World
+Bitch I'm out here bussin', I need a molly girl
+I'm in Molly World, I'm in Molly World
+Bitch I'm off the shits, I need a molly girl
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Bitch I need a molly, I'm off one in the party
+I just copped me a 'Rari, I'm global like safari
+Your bitch she need a molly, she ride me like a Harley
+My chopper like a Harley, O.T.F. we in the party
+Yeah bitch, I'm rolling , all my bottles golden
+Got her in her zone, and take one, ain't no folding
+My dick that bitch be holding, all this money throwing
+All this money throwing, all this money throwing
+Bitch I'm 'bout that life. off one ain't no sleep
+Bitch you must be scared, off a whole, fuck a piece
+Bitch I'm in the streets, fuck nigga don't want no beef
+300 that's the team, 300 that's the team
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+I'm in Molly World, I need a molly girl
+Pineapple swirl keep me in Molly World
+Bite down because I'm bussin', feel on top of the world
+I'm out here off a molly I need a molly girl
+I'm in Molly World, I'm in Molly World
+Bitch I'm out here bussin', I need a molly girl
+I'm in Molly World, I'm in Molly World
+Bitch I'm off the shits, I need a molly girl
+[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
+Ohhh, I'm in Mary World
+Smoke until I pass out, drink until I hurl
+O's all I blow, smoking K.K. at my shows
+And my fans be front row, do you roll, do you roll?
+Say that they're like us, but we are not the same
+20 million later, still ain't nothing change
+Poppin' up at the party, niggas poppin the molly
+Riding out with young Durk, fuck around and get murked
+Pyrex on my shirt , Space Jams on my feet
+Me without that chronic is incomplete and we in the streets
+Say that they're like us, but we are not the same
+20 million later, still ain't nothing change
+Mobbed out, bitch I'm Gotti, tattoos on my body
+Smoke it all 'til nothing left, T.G.O.D., O.T.F
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+I'm in Molly World, I need a molly girl
+Pineapple swirl keep me in Molly World
+Bite down because I'm bussin', feel on top of the world
+I'm out here off a molly I need a molly girl
+I'm in Molly World, I'm in Molly World
+Bitch I'm out here bussin', I need a molly girl
+I'm in Molly World, I'm in Molly World
+Bitch I'm off the shits, I need a molly girl
+[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
+Molly girl my supermodel, I don't loan my Gucci goggles
+Pop one in my 'Rari riding, True Religion my true religion
+Foreign car, my roof missing, white on white, I'm a fool with it
+White on white, I'm a fool with it, that spotlight I'mma fool with it
+I'm out here like everyday, I get money in every way
+Went to jail for my petty case, Molly World that's a better place
+L's up in my haters' face, I'm energized like Gatorade
+Cooking shit like Rachael Ray, O.T.F. 'til the day I grave
+Bitch I'm out here rolling, all these bitches going
+Kush too strong, that potent, she wetter than the ocean
+Molly got her in motion, that lean is what I'm pouring
+Molly, where we going? That molly where we going
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+I'm in Molly World, I need a molly girl
+Pineapple swirl keep me in Molly World
+Bite down because I'm bussin', feel on top of the world
+I'm out here off a molly I need a molly girl
+I'm in Molly World, I'm in Molly World
+Bitch I'm out here bussin', I need a molly girl
+I'm in Molly World, I'm in Molly World
+Bitch I'm off the shits, I need a molly girl8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Breather[Intro]
+Nard & B
+Trenchwork
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+If we fuckin', that's my pussy, better not give it to nobody
+We started we was young, so it barely got some bodies
+I just love my nine, she be with me like we family
+Fuckin' with no condoms 'cause I'm tryna start a family
+Gotta take a breather
+Gotta take a breather
+Gotta take a breather
+Gotta take a breather
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Fuck her on the Temper-Pedic
+Turn around, let me eat it
+Flip her over, let me beat it
+Let her swallow all the semen
+Let me close, the pussy bleedin'
+I'ma smash it for no reason
+Kill it dead if she cheatin'
+I won't share 'cause I'm greedy
+His and hers, yeah, we eatin'
+Khaki bag to the needy
+Shawty super, super ready, ayy
+Got me super, super jealous, ayy
+Fly with super, super yellow, ayy
+I'ma cop a new bezel, ayy
+Fuck her for a lotta minutes
+Take a shot of that Henny, ayy
+I'ma give you the business
+You should take that Henny straight
+I be seein' all my homies under your pic
+Don't pay these hoes no attention, this is your dick
+Turn on Pandora, play your shit
+Put me in your life, we don't waste no time
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+If we fuckin', that's my pussy, better not give it to nobody
+We started we was young, so it barely got some bodies
+I just love my nine, she be with me like we family
+Fuckin' with no condoms 'cause I'm tryna start a family
+Gotta take a breather
+Gotta take a breather
+Gotta take a breather
+Gotta take a breather
+
+[Verse 2: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
+Did I hit it? Yup
+Is it mine? Yup
+Was it wet? Was it wet?
+Was it cryin'? Yeah, yup
+I think you think (I think you think)
+That I don't think that it's mine (That I don't think that it's mine)
+I think you drink (I think you drink)
+And forget about me all the time
+I, I be counting moons
+I, I don't think it's too soon
+I, I don't think I'm too cool
+To say that I miss you
+Come on, baby, ride, baby, ride
+With the time of your life
+That mean you love it for once
+I might be drunk or be high
+Either or, I can't decide
+Let's just admit that you're mine
+I'ma claim it, bitch
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+If we fuckin', that's my pussy, better not give it to nobody
+We started we was young, so it barely got some bodies
+I just love my nine, she be with me like we family
+Fuckin' with no condoms 'cause I'm tryna start a family
+Gotta take a breather
+Gotta take a breather
+Gotta take a breather
+Gotta take a breather
+
+[Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign]
+You know you mine
+You know you mine, yeah
+We spend the time
+Like all the time, ooh, yeah, yeah
+I hit you raw like all the time, yeah
+We in the mall like all the time
+So many diamonds I can't tell the time
+I been going out, keep me alive
+First I'ma roll the L, pass me the light
+Under my Gucci belt, that's a vibe, mmm
+All this drinking and this kissing got me horny
+Put your lips on me then put that pussy on me
+Ride that D just like you backseat of the Harley
+Hold on tight, babe, hold me down, hold me down
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+If we fuckin', that's my pussy, better not give it to nobody
+We started we was young, so it barely got some bodies
+I just love my nine, she be with me like we family
+Fuckin' with no condoms 'cause I'm tryna start a family
+Gotta take a breather
+Gotta take a breather
+Gotta take a breather
+Gotta take a breather
+
+[Outro]
+TrenchworkEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Love Songs 4 the Streets[Intro]
+DJ on the beat so it's a banger
+
+[Chorus]
+I make love songs for the streets, love songs for these bitches
+Also love songs for my day ones, make love songs for the trenches
+Even the ones who doubted me, the ones say I'm actin' different
+Ones in and out my life who never came back, they still miss it, yeah
+Been on this road, I'm chasing a bag, ain't talk to God in a minute
+Ain't talk to my youngest son in months, I asked him please forgive me
+I'm in the studio with killers, told me get out my feelings
+I be trying but I can't, yeah
+
+[Verse 1]
+See, he gang, you ain't
+Tryna pop my pain away
+Wash that bloodstain away
+Long way from Section 8
+I can't trust my day one homie, I can't trust him, nah
+It's so crazy, I seened him snake me, but I brushed it off
+I'ma go so deep, I want my lyrics in your soul
+If we got a problem, I ain't gon' show it in front of no hoes
+Big bro got the streets on lock for real, he getting old
+You say you fixed your statements, but at the end, you still told
+Bitch, you know I'm smart as shit
+Tryna break my heart and shit
+She think she gon' get me back
+Fuckin' on these artists
+Book and Von, you gotta fuck 'em too
+Just 'cause they a part of this
+You started this, them niggas started this
+[Chorus]
+I make love songs for the streets, love songs for these bitches
+Also love songs for my day ones, make love songs for the trenches
+Even the ones who doubted me, the ones say I'm actin' different
+Ones in and out my life who never came back, they still miss it, yeah
+Been on this road, I'm chasing a bag, ain't talk to God in a minute
+Ain't talk to my youngest son in months, I asked him please forgive me
+I'm in the studio with killers, told me get out my feelings
+I be trying but I can't, yeah
+
+[Verse 2]
+I knew this shit wasn't right
+Appeals gon' take time
+In the field, ain't no cryin'
+Taking pills to keep from crying
+J Money not here to give me advice
+I seen the hurt in his eye
+Heard the pain in his voice, yeah
+When I wanna hear your voice, I call your voicemail
+I put Chicago on my shoulders, my shit sore still
+I hate the way that court smell
+I know some niggas who ain't told and they won't still
+
+[Chorus]
+I make love songs for the streets, love songs for these bitches
+Also love songs for my day ones, make love songs for the trenches
+Even the ones who doubted me, the ones say I'm actin' different
+Ones in and out my life who never came back, they still miss it, yeah
+Been on this road, I'm chasing a bag, ain't talk to God in a minute
+Ain't talk to my youngest son in months, I asked him please forgive me
+I'm in the studio with killers, told me get out my feelings
+I be trying but I can't, yeahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Die Slow[Intro]
+DJ on the beat so it's a banger
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+For the nigga that killed my cousin, woo, make sure he die slow
+I know a killer that's ready to shoot something, but he shoot with his eyes closed
+Better watch how you speak on that OTF shit, 'cause shit, I'd die for it
+I'll go against the grain for one of my niggas, shit, if I got to
+If I got to (Boo-boo-boo-boom, yeah), if I got to (Yeah, pussy)
+If I got to (Yeah), if I got to
+Pussy ass nigga get robbed, if I got to
+Pussy ass nigga get shot, if I got to
+I'm killing all my opps, if I got to
+Hit his ass twice with this Glock, if I got to (Ayy)
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+They say they want Durk with no auto, ayy
+I'm from Chicago, where we turn our opps to Gelatto, ayy
+We shoot at opps, we high speed cops, we ducking potholes, ayy
+Man, he was woofin' like he was like that, man, we touched that taco, ayy
+Man, it's a drought on these real niggas, man, free Ralo, ayy
+Man, I can't get caught with no guns, you ain't even got no case
+Foenem touch your face
+I keep Bloods, I keep Crips when I touch the A
+Man, I'm clutching on my iron, man, this street life ain't no joke
+Nigga touch me then he dyin', niggas know we ain't no hoes
+I put savage in this love shit, without me, ain't no goals
+I put pistols all in Chiraq, nigga, without me, ain't no poles
+[Chorus: Lil Durk & 21 Savage]
+For the nigga that killed my cousin, woo, make sure he die slow
+I know a killer that's ready to shoot something, but he shoot with his eyes closed (Straight up)
+Better watch how you speak on that OTF shit, 'cause shit, I'll die for it (Yeah)
+I'll go against the grain for one of my niggas (On God), shit if I got to (Straight up)
+If I got to (Boo-boo-boo-boom), if I got to (Yeah, pussy, straight up)
+If I got to (Yeah, on God), if I got to
+Pussy ass nigga get robbed, if I got to (Straight up)
+Pussy ass nigga get shot, if I got to (Straight up)
+I'm killing all my opps, if I got to (On God, pussy)
+If I got to
+
+[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
+I got Hall of Fame status, bitch, don't try me like a rookie (21)
+I need a quarter ticket if your ass wanna book me (On God)
+Let off so many shots, neighbor said it sound like a fully (21)
+If I die, it one of my partners 'cause the opps all pussies (On God)
+You ain't never slid for your brother, you scared to get in trouble, y'all niggas might tell (Bitch)
+Run around like he a killer, he snitching in the car, he ain't make it to the jail (Snitch)
+Glock in my lap, I'm strapped
+Too rich to fistfight, niggas get clapped (21)
+Everybody 'round me paranoid, you might get smoked tryna reach for some dap (On God)
+Savage so 4L, he got a drum on his stick (Facts)
+Come pick up your girl, we left cum on your bitch (Hah)
+Niggas shot y'all whole gang, y'all niggas ain't do shit (21)
+We play freeze tag with these bullets, dawg, and all y'all niggas it (On God)
+[Chorus: Lil Durk & 21 Savage]
+For the nigga that killed my cousin (Straight up, straight up), make sure he die slow (21)
+I know a killer that's ready to shoot something, but he shoot with his eyes closed
+Better watch how you speak on that OTF shit, 'cause shit, I'll die for it
+I'll go against the grain for one of my niggas, shit, if I got to
+If I got to (Boo-boo-boo-boom, yeah), if I got to (Yeah, pussy)
+If I got to (Yeah), if I got to
+Pussy ass nigga get robbed, if I got to
+Pussy ass nigga get shot, if I got to
+I'm killing all my opps, if I got to (Pussy)
+If I got to (Ayy)6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Different Meaning[Intro]
+(12 Hunna on the beat)
+(DY Krazy)
+
+[Verse 1]
+When you wake up off them pills, that feeling terrible
+The worst thing to be known is when they scared of you
+And they gon' laugh right in your face when they ahead of you
+And to be technical, that shit we do is federal
+Holding tear backs from this life, it's so unbearable
+You a copycat, that's not lean, that's Theraflu
+I'ma jump from the top of my money with a parachute
+And who you look up to a ho, I wouldn't dare salute
+I keep taking care of my killers, they wouldn't care to shoot
+I got your address from a bitch, that's for a pair of shoes
+You got a text like, "He got hit," that shit be scary news
+They told me, "Get up out the streets, you can go back to school"
+
+[Bridge]
+My life hurts so bad
+Thinking 'bout if you was here, what kinda life you would have
+Nowadays, the way we live, we live our life on the edge
+Nowadays, the way we live, you would die if you scared, uh
+
+[Chorus]
+This life is for the ghetto
+This life, this life, this life
+This life is for the ghetto
+This life, this life, this life
+[Verse 2]
+Nobody put fear in us
+I put real life inside this music, they not hearing us
+I know what's real, I had some real killers tearing up
+I did all I can for 'em, they not sincere enough
+They stopped believing me way back then, they can't cheer with us, mmm-mmm
+It get treacherous, that's why they don't mention us
+Why you holding onto a snitch? Just give that victim up
+They can't take care us alone, that's why they cliquing up
+They told me to go pop and give the trenches up
+I said fuck that shit, four killers inside a Bentley truck
+It would've been five, but one of them died, his soul was given up
+Wish I talked to him on the last call, told him live it up
+
+[Bridge]
+Where the love? Mmm, where the love?
+You know it's tiring tryna clean blood from a rug
+You know it's tiring watchin' my back and duckin' slugs
+I know two robbers said they tired of sticking up
+
+[Chorus]
+This life is for the ghetto
+This life, this life, this life
+This life is for the ghetto
+This life, this life, this life
+This life is for the ghetto
+This life, this life, this life
+This life is for the ghetto
+This life, this life, this life2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Play with Us[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Nigga with a bag, that's why them older niggas hated him
+Know that ain't he goin', he'll crack a nigga cranium
+Bigger than a mob, can't be touched, titanium
+Gang goin' harder, dare a nigga to come and play with us
+Stripper bitches mad 'cause I fucked her friend at stadium
+Bitch know she done lost her whole life 'cause she ain't stay with us
+Niggas know they'll lose they whole life if they play with us
+Niggas know they'll lose they life if they play with us
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Niggas know they be super goofy, they can't hang with us
+She live for show, I just bought Chanel because she pigeon-toed
+Pinky rose, I ain't talkin' champagne but they live for sure
+Old days, we was havin' shootouts up in broad day
+Hallways, mamas kick us out, that was always
+Street shit, streets want anyone our age
+Bro was found guilty with fourteen, boy them dog days
+I know a rich nigga that'll kill you for some Balmains
+Last nigga, say fuck my guys, now they all dead
+I done got my bitch super pregnant, got 'em all mad
+My guys fuck with your guys, then it's mob ties
+Met a bougie bitch, said she ain't going, I took her to Popeyes
+Why lie? She ain't pull her pants down, bye-bye
+Why lie? I got six kids, I'm a da-da
+Ride in that McLaren, when I see 'em, I'ma drive by
+And you not my family, you ain't around me, on God, God
+No, no, no, no, no
+When you smoking on exotic, you need top notch
+Shout WorldStar, on the come up, gave me top box
+No, no
+Niggas know they lyin', they say they got opps
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Nigga with a bag, that's why them older niggas hated him
+Know that ain't he goin', he'll crack a nigga cranium
+Bigger than a mob, can't be touched, titanium
+Gang goin' harder, dare a nigga to come and play with us
+Stripper bitches mad 'cause I fucked her friend at stadium
+Bitch know she done lost her whole life 'cause she ain't stay with us
+Niggas know they'll lose they whole life if they play with us
+Niggas know they'll lose they life if they play with us
+
+[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
+Took my last thirty shams, I bought a gram and got back in it
+Always fallin' off in the mall, flexin' for the bitches
+OG Boobie, top lieutenant, look him dead in his eyes
+BreadWinner homicide, and now we on the rise
+Foreign car pull in, oriental headlights
+Starving in the trenches, one day we'll be just fine
+I was gettin' them in high school, only rule is don't lie to me
+See the belt, I'm a fly shooter, send the addy, I'll fly to it
+Pourin' up the lean, droppin' bracelets in the cup
+All this ice, I'ma die for it
+All I ever wanted was a whip and to ride Forgis
+Big booty bitch lounge around while we loud blowin'
+Pen bump the hip and I'ma still be around for it
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Nigga with a bag, that's why them older niggas hated him
+Know that ain't he goin', he'll crack a nigga cranium
+Bigger than a mob, can't be touched, titanium
+Gang goin' harder, dare a nigga to come and play with us
+Stripper bitches mad 'cause I fucked her friend at stadium
+Bitch know she done lost her whole life 'cause she ain't stay with us
+Niggas know they'll lose they whole life if they play with us
+Niggas know they'll lose they life if they play with us
+[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
+And I scream "I'm from the Lam'," I gotta let 'em know
+He told on the whole mob, that's why they let him go
+He first got locked up, ain't sent money, I sent letters though
+My big bro had the D-line locked, it was in a finger four
+He was on that block, you know what's up, what we did for Moe
+Go fuck on me then fuck my mans, I don't get these hoes
+Booka said he catch that bag, he gon' get D Rose
+I ain't gon' lie, I tricked off once, I bought some Jimmy Choo's
+Knew I was a star, dropped that song, I got some good reviews
+Ain't gon' say her name but the bitch had bust me down for Fendi boots
+And that nigga you callin' your big bro, I seen him gettin' hoed
+Every time we come through swaggin', they wanna be us
+Bitches always put they head down like they don't see us
+They in the back of the plane, seat 27, had to key us
+He don't know how to work no gun, he say it jammed but it was de-cocked
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Nigga with a bag, that's why them older niggas hated him
+Know that ain't he goin', he'll crack a nigga cranium
+Bigger than a mob, can't be touched, titanium
+Gang goin' harder, dare a nigga to come and play with us
+Stripper bitches mad 'cause I fucked her friend at stadium
+Bitch know she done lost her whole life 'cause she ain't stay with us
+Niggas know they'll lose they whole life if they play with us
+Niggas know they'll lose they life if they play with usEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Street Prayer[Verse 1]
+I don't know about you, but I ain't tryna die young
+I don't like to brag about the shit that I done
+I took good care of the streets, I'm an icon
+I got snaked by some niggas, took care of my son
+I ain't put that on they lawyer, they got them title
+The way you wrote that statement, you a writer
+Told on 'em in the station, gave 'em right up
+DD did time with no lawyer, it's survival
+I'ma cut your ass right off, hang with my rivals
+Catch a case while you a felon, I'll say it's my gun
+They got my picture in the feds, say I'm a Disciple
+They say I switched up 'cause I don't believe in the Bible
+First time on the head, I kept my eyes closed
+Only nigga I'm scared of is John Doe
+And no support 'll make your time slow
+Just a real nigga without trying to
+
+[Chorus]
+See the trenches had made us
+Lil' nigga, got my weight up
+Hard work and dedication
+Street niggas need to pray up
+Street niggas need to pray up
+Street niggas need to pray up
+Street niggas need to pray up
+Street niggas need to pray up
+[Verse 2]
+It be your dog, it be your dog
+That shit so crazy what happened to Law
+When the streets took Baby D, it had came with a flaw
+Granny asked where Nuski at, it's crushing my heart
+Tryna smoke on some zaza, just pass me the tops
+The reason I can't trust y'all, you talkin' to opps
+That shit be strange when they say they love you
+They say I changed when I got a hundred
+You can't complain 'cause I been a hundred
+Wartime inside the trenches, buyin' different bullets
+Hop out a Cutlass right into the bushes
+Run right on 'em while them niggas lookin'
+Blood in my eyes, they tryna get me
+I'm the most wanted in my city
+I'm the most hated in my city
+Gotta watch out for the niggas who gon' envy
+
+[Chorus]
+See the trenches had made us
+Lil' nigga, got my weight up
+Hard work and dedication
+Street niggas need to pray up (Yeah)
+Street niggas need to pray up (Yeah)
+Street niggas need to pray up (Yeah)
+Street niggas need to pray up (Yeah)
+Street niggas need to pray up (Yeah)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Right Here[Chorus]
+The number one spot, bitch, I'm right here
+I'ma stay on top, bitch, I'm right here
+All my real niggas, bitch, we right here
+Only the family in my eyes, and bitch, we right here
+We right here, we right here
+Only the family in my eyes, and bitch, I'm right here
+I'm right here, I'm right here
+All the haters getting mad 'cause I'm right here
+I'm right here, I'm right here
+Only the family in my eyes, and bitch, I'm right here
+I'm right here, I'm right here
+A lot of niggas mad 'cause I'm right here
+
+[Verse 1]
+Bitch I'm right here feeling like an all-star
+Told her keep her body, I want all top
+Bitch we down at Gucci, we don't mall shop
+Pair of Gucci goggles got me on top
+Call my bro up, go wassup god (BroGod)
+He told me in a minute we on WorldStar
+You know Lil Durk got hella fans
+Fuck a local, nigga, I'm a real star
+Pull up in the S550
+Jump out cocaine white looking crispy
+This is for the niggas tryna diss me
+I'm right here in the spot, you can't miss me, L's
+[Chorus]
+The number one spot, bitch, I'm right here
+I'ma stay on top, bitch, I'm right here
+All my real niggas, bitch, we right here
+Only the family in my eyes, and bitch, we right here
+We right here, we right here
+Only the family in my eyes, and bitch, I'm right here
+I'm right here, I'm right here
+All the haters getting mad 'cause I'm right here
+I'm right here, I'm right here
+Only the family in my eyes, and bitch, I'm right here
+I'm right here, I'm right here
+A lot of niggas mad 'cause I'm right here
+
+[Verse 2]
+Only the family in my eyes, and I'ma be real
+I'm right here in the light, with no deal
+Bitch, I'm rolling money like I'm off a pill
+I'm just tryna eat, and see 100 mill'
+The streets calling my name, I'm like, "Wassup?"
+Dreads hanging, got me like a rasta
+Ain't no way of living from this choppa
+From this choppa, from this, from this choppa
+Don't hold me back, I'ma unleash
+Streets in my ear, like you a beast
+OTF, bitch, we in the streets
+Better than these niggas in the industry
+[Chorus]
+The number one spot, bitch, I'm right here
+I'ma stay on top, bitch, I'm right here
+All my real niggas, bitch, we right here
+Only the family in my eyes, and bitch, we right here
+We right here, we right here
+Only the family in my eyes, and bitch, I'm right here
+I'm right here, I'm right here
+All the haters getting mad 'cause I'm right here
+I'm right here, I'm right here
+Only the family in my eyes, and bitch, I'm right here
+I'm right here, I'm right here
+A lot of niggas mad 'cause I'm right hereEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Super Powers[Intro]
+Yea
+The vibes so crazy right now
+
+[Verse 1]
+I'm off the lean I got super powers
+Dive in that pussy like scuba divers
+Hop out all black like a uber driver
+Wild the whole trap like wood supplies
+Yo' IG Jim Carrey, you liar liar
+I'm in the hoe like the other side
+I got right now and I can't retire, yea
+
+[Chorus 1]
+This is the shit that they ride to
+This is what you drink and get high to
+This is the shit these niggas don't get
+They ride and I'ma ride to
+When I get dressed I got super powers
+What's in my cup give me super powers
+Niggas tell tales, and they super silent
+I'm in my zone, I got super powers
+Super powers, super powers
+I swear I can take over the world
+Super powers, I got super powers, I got super powers
+I swear I can take over the world (Let's get it!)
+[Verse 2]
+Bankroll like Bruce Banner, pour a 8 I need two fantas
+Coke body on a pretty woman, new car police scanner
+Nail a opp with only 1 hammer, bullets burn ‘em like a sun tan
+Watch me whip it like the nae nae dance,                                          car feeling like it's superman
+15 thousand on the back end, all black on me like I'm batman
+Ain't no robbin', that's a joke man
+Green light then it's go whip
+That's a drill in case it's bustin'
+Bad bitches wanna touch herself
+She just wanna make love or somethin'
+Convos 'bout where're ya from
+Super powers got me high too
+Made it out cause I had to
+Threw the Chi like a DM
+Hood love me when I slide threw
+Couple hundreds on my denims
+And these shoes ain't coming out
+Swagger got a nigga 'bout to fly
+Taking off with these super powers
+
+[Chorus 2]
+This is the shit that they ride to
+This is what you drink and get high to
+This is the shit thse niggas don't get
+They ride and I'ma ride to
+When I get dressed I got super powers
+What's in my cup give me super powers
+Niggas tell tales, and they super silent
+I'm in my zone, I got super powers
+Super powers, super powers
+I swear I can take over the world
+Super powers, I got super powers, I got super powers
+I swear I can take over the world
+[Verse 3]
+Xans in my water, can't feel myself
+I wish I had powers just to heal myself
+Remember them nights I'd kill myself
+And now I got thoughts just to be the best
+The labels ain't believe me, had to prove myself
+Dthang you know, nigga you was there
+People left who said they wouldn't
+For the niggas I lost I'd take a bullet
+Run up on me now I wish you pull it
+OTF my empire nigga without a cookie
+30 fo' a show, tell them niggas book it
+I'm tired of niggas lookin' at me like a rookie
+Shark in the water on the deep end
+House in the hills like the Weeknd
+Only like to party on the weekend
+Only like real, fuck pretend
+Thank God for my mother
+Thank the Lord for my brothers
+We gonna take on the world
+So she can be my super woman
+I'ma get this super money
+I'ma turn up with these super powers yea yea
+
+[Chorus 2]
+This is the shit that they ride to
+This is what you drink and get high to
+This is the shit these niggas don't get
+They ride and I'ma ride to
+When I get dressed I got super powers
+What's in my cup give me super powers
+Niggas tell tales, and they super silent
+I'm in my zone, I got super powers
+Super powers, super powers
+I swear I can take over the world
+Super powers, I got super powers, I got super powers
+I swear I can take over the world6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Bitches & Bottles[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Bitches and bottles
+We who they follow
+So jump on my campaign
+And we made it
+Turned up and we faded
+So hold up your champagne
+I'm turned up to the max, girl, I'm with the shits
+These foreign cars and these foreign hoes, and they with the shits
+Can't change up for a lil' fame and I'm with the shits
+I'm turned up, you get turned out cause I'm with the shits
+
+[Verse 1: King Louie]
+My favorite shoes Prada
+Due to the fact they comfortable
+Tell 'em keep the rims
+I wanna ride comfortable
+She stress when she witchu
+When she with me, she comfortable
+I give two fucks about her
+And judge her like Your Honor do
+I'm 7-4-14
+Shout out my 300 crew
+With that AR-15
+I'm drummin' like the drummers do
+Die high life, I'm smokin' dope 'til Jesus done with me
+Champagne bottles, which model am I gonna screw?
+I just hit a lick, which Breitling am I gonna pick?
+I just want some top, baby I don't really wanna hit
+At the top it's just us
+That's why we lookin' down and shit
+Straight 8 rollin', all black, the marijuana lit
+Got the 30s and the 40s and my youngins is the ones with them
+Mismatchin' designer bitches, swagger like a mannequin
+I be fly as fuck, I don't think I wanna land again
+MUBU, OTF, them pussy niggas panickin'
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Bitches and bottles
+We who they follow
+So jump on my campaign
+And we made it
+Turned up and we faded
+So hold up your champagne
+I'm turned up to the max, girl, I'm with the shits
+These foreign cars and these foreign hoes, and they with the shits
+Can't change up for a lil' fame and I'm with the shits
+I'm turned up, you get turned out cause I'm with the shits
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+I'm Lil Durk, I'm 300, I keep a bankroll
+We fuckin' hoes, we turned up, D-Thang we Bang Bros
+We keep the K, find a bitch to save, yeah we like to say hoes
+We flexin' on 'em, finessin' on 'em, these niggas man hoes
+These bitches bustin'
+I fuck 'em, I can't trust 'em
+That MAC I got be Russian
+But my car from London
+That mean my car got horses
+My Polo say Ralph Lauren
+These niggas, they be sneaky
+I catch an opp, I'm scorin'
+Kushy got my high
+It got my molly boostin' too
+I'm 2-4-14
+Now shout out to my MUBU crew
+L's up for my real niggas, L's up for my shooters too
+RIP to King Lean, make them niggas do the woo
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Bitches and bottles
+We who they follow
+So jump on my campaign
+And we made it
+Turned up and we faded
+So hold up your champagne
+I'm turned up to the max, girl, I'm with the shits
+These foreign cars and these foreign hoes, and they with the shits
+Can't change up for a lil' fame and I'm with the shits
+I'm turned up, you get turned out cause I'm with the shits3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Like Me (Remix)[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
+Never loved, never loved
+Never loved another nigga like me
+Cause she know I got that good wood
+I wham and I bam and I juug-juug
+She leave out my house on a good foot
+I hit her ass up with that Worldstar
+I Lollapalooza her good spot
+She swallow the kids I say, "good God!"
+Even though she'll make a good mom
+She say she never met a met a good nigga
+I say I never met a good cop
+She suck on that dick like a Push Pop
+She get mad as hell when I pull out
+She knows that there's only one Tunechi
+She be like "Weezy, I love Tunechi"
+I be like baby, don't confuse me"
+Then I play with that pussy like a Rubix
+Between me and you she call me, "Sexy chocolate"
+And I swear that pussy like fudge to me
+She say, "Come over and come get it"
+She say, "Cum on me, cum in me, cum through me"
+Cause she ain't never been dicked down
+She don't know how that feel
+She ain't ever been licked down from her earrings to her heels, Lord
+She ain't ever been in a big house
+I gotta watch her so she don't steal
+She ain't ever been with a millionaire
+That's really one in a mil'—Tunechi!
+[Hook: Jeremih]
+She don't know about real niggas, she don't know no boss
+She don't know about foreign cars, she don't what that cost
+She don't know about love, she don't know what that is
+She don't know about riding round and spending it like this
+(Now she wanna fuck)
+Fuck with a nigga like me, wanna fuck with a nigga like me
+Now she wanna fuck
+Fuck with a nigga like me, wanna fuck with a nigga like me
+Hit the club with a nigga like me (Yeah)
+Do drugs with a nigga like me
+Fall in love with a nigga like me (Zoovier)
+And never love another nig, never love another nigga like me (Ayy)
+
+[Verse 2: Fetty Wap]
+Bitches scream OTF for Lil' Durk (OTF)
+They scream ZooGang for Zoovier (Zoo Gang)
+Won't you ride with a nigga like me? (Skrt)
+Get high with a nigga like me
+Cook pies with a nigga like me, ayy (Skrt)
+Won't you be my trap queen? (Ooh, ooh)
+Juug with me and stack it (Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh)
+Young niggas with racks mane
+We gon' make this movie baby we not acting, ayy
+Just turn around and back it up, let me see you clap it, ayy
+And you ain't never rode in a foreign, you got me laughing, ayy
+And I won't ever bring his name up 'cause he past tense, ayy (Ooh, ooh)
+Zoovier from the ZooGang I can get you passed it, ayy
+And I swear on shit get at and bring that cash in
+I'm a young nigga racked up and I still be trappin'
+And I'm trying to give it up but it's a habit
+And she love a nigga cause I'm different
+And plus I told her how to get it
+And ever since she's been winning
+I'm the one that she wants, get with it
+My choppa will tear up his kidneys
+[Verse 3: Lil' Durk]
+VV Chanel
+A  nigga like me just can't go ahead and tell (Nah)
+Tell them pretty bitches with a attitude
+I do wish 'em well
+I want her, I see her I'm on her
+My niggas, they on her
+I got her, shawty's a goner, they smoke like a stoner
+Shawty take it off like a (Mardi Gras)
+When she take it off I'm like boo stop
+I can put a bitch all like (Worldstar)
+She go when I bust I'm like (Girl stop)
+Can't take it, let's go out to Vegas (let's get it)
+It's more like a Vegas me and you together (Together)
+I know they can't take it you know they gon' hate us (Yeah, ah)
+Let's pull up ridin' in [?], call it bubble off
+Got Wayne and Fetty Wap on the remix shit finna bubble up (Bubble up, bubble up, bubble up)
+Ever since I got on, I done blown shit twice call it double up (Double up, double up, double up)
+For my niggas that are gone and ain't here right now
+I'ma double cup, yeah yeah yeah
+
+[Hook: Jeremih]
+She don't know about real niggas, she don't know no boss
+She don't know about foreign cars, she don't what that cost
+She don't know about love, she don't know what that is
+She don't know about riding round and spending it like this
+(Now she wanna fuck)
+Fuck with a nigga like me, wanna fuck with a nigga like me
+Now she wanna fuck
+Fuck with a nigga like me, wanna fuck with a nigga like me
+Hit the club with a nigga like me
+Do drugs with a nigga like me
+Fall in love with a nigga like me
+And never love another nig, never love another nigga like me
+(Meeee, meeee)4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Better[Chorus]
+Police niggas gave his people up (Let's get it!)
+I remember niggas needed us (ohh)
+Real niggas all I need is trust
+Suck my dick I don't need to fuck (Let's get it!)
+Niggas wasn't in the field with us (no)
+Niggas really wasn't seeing us (no)
+In the way in the field for nothin'
+A lot of pounds take weeks to come (Let's get it!)
+Shit, you was my brother (Let's get it, L)
+Changed on me for that cheddar (Let's get it, L)
+You was my brother (you bitch)
+Hey, we can do better (Let's get it!)
+
+[Verse 1]
+How you gon' switch for that cheddar? (Gang!)
+I'm on Givenchy the leather
+How you gon' hold a vendetta? (nope)
+Just like I hold my beretta (brrt)
+The money and the fame it don't matter (Gang!)
+Me and my brothers got better (Let's get it)
+Niggas out here playin' checkers (what?)
+Never let a nigga check us (No!)
+Drill the opps what the hittas do (brrt)
+Fuck a bitch let her switcharoo
+Cop a coupe, I'mma cop a coupe (skrrt!)
+Ride me I'ma pity you (Gang!)
+You not my homie, these niggas fake they phony (Let's get it)
+I gotta get this money, Cartier Cologne is on me (It's on me)
+Can't let a nigga harm me, this .50 on me arm reach (give me that)
+Gucci flip flops and palm trees, show the world who to see (yeah yea)
+So get yo' shit straight bitch 'cause I'm on one (Let's get it)
+Surrounded by the millionaires and I've become one
+(Let's get it!)
+[Chorus]
+Police niggas gave his people up (Let's get it!)
+I remember niggas needed us (ohh)
+Real niggas all I need is trust
+Suck my dick I don't need to fuck (Let's get it!)
+Niggas wasn't in the field with us (no)
+Niggas really wasn't seeing us (no)
+In the way in the field for nothin'
+A lot of pounds take weeks to come (Let's get it!)
+Shit, you was my brother (Let's get it, L)
+Changed on me for that cheddar (Let's get it, L)
+You was my brother (you bitch)
+Hey, we can do better (Let's get it!)
+
+[Verse 2]
+I'd done seen a lot niggas change
+I'd done felt a lot niggas pain
+On the block, Glock in my name
+Birdman respek my name (Let's get it!)
+Pussy nigga respect my name
+You ain't gang boy change yo' name
+Sneak dissin' gon' get you flamed
+Nah for real gon' get you hit
+Niggas switchin' up for a bitch (gang)
+Niggas switchin' up for a lick (no)
+High as fuck and I'm in yo' shit
+Why you tweakin' boy you ain't the shit
+I can't believe I believed in you (ohh)
+1500 for these Neiman shoes (no)
+Knowin' the streets niggas needed you
+50 shots and leave with you
+Shawty nothin' but my mud butter
+Them niggas a muthafucker (Gang!)
+I was with 'em in the mud puddle
+Them the trenches, yea them the trenches
+Yeah the trenches got love for me
+Told the boys I'm 100
+And I lost a lot blood from it
+(Yeah)
+[Chorus]
+Police niggas gave his people up (Let's get it!)
+I remember niggas needed us (ohh)
+Real niggas all I need is trust
+Suck my dick I don't need to fuck (Let's get it!)
+Niggas wasn't in the field with us (no)
+Niggas really wasn't seeing us (no)
+In the way in the field for nothin'
+A lot of pounds take weeks to come (Let's get it!)
+Shit, you was my brother (Let's get it, L)
+Changed on me for that cheddar (Let's get it, L)
+You was my brother (you bitch)
+Hey, we can do better (Let's get it!)4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Traumatized (Intro)[Chorus]
+Head shot'll leave 'em traumatized
+A lot of niggas say I got this money on my mind
+I see they want me, but it ain't my time
+See me out here like I am a little traumatized
+Traumatized, traumatized
+See me out here like I am a little traumatized
+Traumatized, traumatized
+See me out here like I am a little traumatized
+
+[Verse 1]
+Drama, they don't want no drama with the drumma
+Be cool, protect yo' self like a condom
+Chasing commas, head shot, no running
+See me on top but make you sick to your stomach
+D.A. on my dick , I got Edai song in the whip
+Cause it's gucci, NuNu got the uzi flip the script it's like a movie
+He gon' start shooting like a movie
+Chopper bullets frr-ah, pardon me
+See me as a opp then you looking from right across the street
+You ain't no hitta if you shooting niggas from 'cross the street
+Probably, they bitches be on me cause I’m poppin' see
+Accurate shit, I ain’t with that acting shit
+Straight drop ‘em”
+
+[Chorus]
+Head shot'll leave 'em traumatized
+A lot of niggas say I got this money on my mind
+I see they want me, but it ain't my time
+See me out here like I am a little traumatized
+Traumatized, traumatized
+See me out here like I am a little traumatized
+Traumatized, traumatized
+See me out here like I am a little traumatized
+[Verse 2]
+Headshot, headshot, you in the morgue boy
+Brought a whole lot guns, you ain't gon' blow it boy
+Run up on you by the corner store
+Then I leave you by that corner store
+Mama crying, police flying
+Red tape, homicide
+Stay in, don't come outside, cause its war time
+Less peace and more dying yeah, less peace and more dying
+Bottle party, teddy bears, lit candles
+Niggas pussy, don't stay strapped ripped sandals
+Come around, a whole lot of niggas soundless
+Clip going boh boh
+
+[Chorus]
+Head shot'll leave 'em traumatized
+A lot of niggas say I got this money on my mind
+I see they want me, but it ain't my time
+See me out here like I am a little traumatized
+Traumatized, traumatized
+See me out here like I am a little traumatized
+Traumatized, traumatized
+See me out here like I am a little traumatized15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Habit[Verse 1]
+Goin' to Izzy for VV's, turned to a habit
+Smokin' gas up out the P's, turned to a habit
+Cut, countin', sendin' money, turned to a habit
+Young niggas catchin' murders, turned to a habit
+They be steady shootin' them Glocks, turned to a habit
+On the road movin' them narcs, turned to a habit
+All the opps so goofy, that shit a habit
+Keep playin' wit' our group, shit get tragic (Brrt)
+Keep buyin' designer shoes, this shit a habit
+He tried that dog food, now it's a habit
+I chased that pussy once, I gotta have it
+I kept lyin' to my bitch, that shit a habit
+I keep swallowin' all this Act', turn to a habit
+I'ma get that Bentley Mac, I'm in traffic
+Steady gettin' your ass did, that shit a habit
+Every day playin' wit' my kids, turned to a habit
+What was goin' through Rico's head? I can't imagine
+But I got paid in full, turn to a habit
+Get my dick suck at the Westin, turned to a habit
+Them girls was comin' up missin', molested, that shit tragic
+Uh, started thumbin' through them hunnids, turned to a habit
+Takin' strippers to the crib, turned to a habit
+Steady runnin' off wit' the packs, turned to a habit
+Steady sippin' on the Act', turn to a habit
+[Chorus]
+(Oh, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know)
+I don't know, I don't know, got a habit
+Don't know what to do wit' myself
+I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
+I'm confused wit' myself
+I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
+I ain't save when I blew through that check
+I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
+Who is real, I don't know who is left
+
+[Verse 2]
+I don't know why he left, he confused wit' himself
+Like what was goin' through his head?
+It was probably his health, it was probably the drugs
+It was probably the streets, they ain't show him no love (Yeah, yeah)
+Steady ridin' 'round wit' that Draco, turned to a habit
+Perc 30 inside my Faygo, turned to a habit
+His first time smellin' that blood, turned to a habit
+Every weekend at the club, turned to a habit
+You tell every girl you love 'em, that's a habit
+Don't hang 'round them, they be thuggin', I'm advisin' you
+Four pounds, you say you the plug, who you lyin' to?
+This shit done turned to a habit, do what I gotta do, yeah
+Keep my head up, got my bread up
+You got a habit to keep lyin', yeah I'm fed up
+Lost J Money to some violence, fucked my head up
+Heard your girl, she got that pack, go get a check-up, yeah
+[Chorus]
+(I don't know, I don't know, I don't know)
+I don't know, I don't know, got a habit
+Don't know what to do wit' myself
+I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
+I'm confused wit' myself
+I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
+I ain't save when I blew through that check
+I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
+Who is real, I don't know who is left4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Tryna’ Tryna’[Pre-Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Cut that music off, I ain't wit' other shit (I'm tryna turn up)
+I ain't tryna chill baby, I'm wit that fuckin' shit (I'm tryna turn up)
+You came for me, well I came from nothin', shit (I'm tryna turn up)
+You ain't fuckin' with me , then who you fuckin' with?
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+I'm just tryna, tryna, tryna, tryna (Turn up)
+All this money, I'm just really tryna (Turn up)
+With the gang, and I'm really tryna (Turn up)
+This my city, and I'm tryna tryna (Turn up)
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+How many licks do it take till you get to the center of her mouth?
+She geekin', she tweakin' we turnt up we got it, we all in the pot
+KOD, QOD, Magic,  we fuckin the sacks up in five
+Gas and mud I be off the drugs, don't touch
+I'm feelin' a little cocky
+They ring any bitches wanna fuck now
+Pop bottles like I won a fuckin' touchdown
+If you sober, scoot over, I do drugs now
+Party prolly got me all in the clubs now
+Pour some lean with no coco, we rockin' rollies, no JoJo
+And we off the drinks so slow mo, I get twenty a show, no promo
+Bitches get naked and do it for the Vine
+So she gon' turn up and do it for the guys
+She sippin' on Henny, she mix it wit' Remy
+She suckin' on me while I pull on her Remy
+She shy like the city but change for them Benji's
+The mula, the Fendis, I turn up for what?
+[Pre-Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Cut that music off, I ain't wit' other shit (I'm tryna turn up)
+I ain't tryna chill baby, I'm wit that fuckin' shit (I'm tryna turn up)
+You came for me, well I came from nothin', shit (I'm tryna turn up)
+You ain't fuckin' with me , then who you fuckin' with?
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+I'm just tryna, tryna, tryna, tryna (Turn up)
+All this money, I'm just really tryna (Turn up)
+With the gang, and I'm really tryna (Turn up)
+This my city, and I'm tryna tryna (Turn up)
+
+[Verse 2: Logic]
+Dressed up in that white linen
+All black windows, I had to tint 'em
+That work work, put 'em in the dirt
+Let em' all lurk, know I had to get up with Durk
+We never hurt, hurt know the deal
+Tour sold out so you know it's real
+From the Chi City to the fuckin' bank
+Sinatra, money I've been Frank
+Lemme get it I got it never feelin' divided homie on the real though
+How you feel though, V's up, keep it trill though
+Oh yeah, one time, oh yeah, one time
+Bitch I been under pressure
+Always giving it everything that I got
+Never the lesser, turn on my compressor
+It's right on the dresser
+Been ruling the game and nobody could measure
+I know it's...
+[Bridge: Logic]
+You and me, you and me
+They don' give a damn who I am
+Bitch I'm doing me (you and me)
+I said it's you and me
+I know who I am, don't give a damn
+Bitch I'm doing me
+
+[Pre-Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Cut that music up, I ain't wit' other shit (I'm tryna turn up)
+I ain't tryna chill baby, I'm wit that fuckin' shit (I'm tryna turn up)
+You came for me, well I came from nothin', shit (I'm tryna turn up)
+You ain't fuckin' with me , then who you fuckin' with?
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+I'm just tryna, tryna, tryna, tryna (Turn up)
+All this money, I'm just really tryna (Turn up)
+With the gang, and I'm really tryna (Turn up)
+This my city, and I'm tryna tryna (Turn up)41EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Competition[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Shoutout to my competition
+These shots to my opposition
+This shit real, my block we winning
+This shit real, my block we in it
+Bricksquad K, I tweet the shit
+The label say don't leak the shit
+Lawyer money got the shit
+I catch a opp, I beat the shit
+Bricksquad K, I tweet the shit
+The label say don't leak the shit
+Lawyer money got the shit
+I catch a opp, I beat the shit
+Catch Lil Jay, I heat his face
+My lil niggas a meet with them
+Lil Duck he can't duck this clip
+WUGAWORLD K cause they fuck with them
+30 shots we the murda block
+Got choppa shells for a lot of opps
+Off parole I'm on a lot of shots
+No Fredo bitch I'm in a lot of cuts
+I do hits when I'm sober
+Tryna drop 30 or Motor
+Tell Reese money to roll up
+Even my judge know I'm poled up
+Niggas reppin' sides with the police
+Can't catch a nigga then we on his OG
+Bitch I been the nigga since '03
+Free Five, free Law, RIP Odee
+OTF 3hunnit go and tell them fuck niggas get money
+OTF 3hunnit go and tell them fuck niggas get money, let's get it
+[Chorus]
+Shoutout to my competition
+These shots to my opposition
+This shit real my block we winning
+This shit real my block we in it
+These shots to my Opps, These shots to my Opps
+These shots to my Opps, These shots to my Opps
+These shots to my Opps, These shots to my Opps
+These shots to my Opps, These shots to my Opps
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Reese]
+Shoutout to my competition
+I mean there's no competition
+Look up man I know we winning
+Haters mad cause they ain't in it
+We tote 30's, we love sinning
+Fucked all these hoes, man we hit plenty
+Don't talk about money cause I done made plenty
+Now shoutout to my competition
+You say you on that, you better have that with you
+Shooters on deck that a kill that issue
+Acting like you with it that's the quickest way to get you
+$1500 on a belt like it ain't a big issue
+Same niggas in the same hood
+Got real niggas with me, plus we official
+And we shooting shit and we ain't tryna miss you
+This a message to the Opps, miss me with the dissing
+Fuck his bitch now he sneak dissing
+Pull up with the windows tinted
+So the haters can't really see who in it
+300
+[Chorus]
+Shoutout to my competition
+These shots to my opposition
+This shit real my block we winning
+This shit real my block we in it
+These shots to my Opps, These shots to my Opps
+These shots to my Opps, These shots to my Opps
+These shots to my Opps, These shots to my Opps
+These shots to my Opps, These shots to my Opps11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Higher[Produced by DJ L Beats]
+
+[Intro]
+Oh my god what is this, an L beat?
+
+[Chorus]
+One thing I hate is a liar
+Niggas don't know me
+They act like my homie
+And hate on me and my attire
+I just put on, for me and my city
+And ever since, shit been on fire
+I'm good, but I'm tryna get higher
+Bitch I'm a dog, I'm a fighter, yeah
+Higher
+Higher
+Higher
+Higher
+Higher
+Higher
+Higher
+Yeah
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+I'ma keep it G like a band
+Looking for the money not the friend
+Sleeping on me like a Xan'
+This is my blessing, my plan
+I wanna thank all my fans
+To y'all I'm forever the man
+Fall off like most of these rappers
+I don't even like most of these rappers (Fuck 'em)
+Either you gang, squad, hitters, killers, savages, or trappers (Be yourself lil' nigga)
+I'm a bossed up savage ass nigga, and ima stack up (let's get it)
+Durk in the club, call for the backup (Brrrr! Bow!)
+He gone make it rain
+Dead people, and poor up the liquor (Bubbly, bubbly)
+I'ma get money
+Give me my credit, instead of taking it from me (let's get it)
+The burner is on me (bow!)
+I'll shoot, but I don't condone it (Nooo)
+Ion wanna rent shit. I'd rather own it (let's get it)
+Free my niggas I hate that phone shit
+Two cups and I get higher
+[Chorus]
+One thing I hate is a liar
+Niggas don't know me
+They act like my homie
+And hate on me and my attire
+I just put on, for me and my city
+And ever since, shit been on fire
+I'm good, but I'm tryna get higher
+Bitch I'm a dog, I'm a fighter, yeah
+Higher
+Higher
+Higher
+Higher
+Higher
+Higher
+Higher
+Yeah
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+Pass me a cup, I need to get high
+Real street nigga, I don't need to lie
+Nigga my shoes, he been want to die
+Cry, marry the streets like a
+Yeah
+Bride
+Remember my name, in case and devide
+Money and family it do not compare
+My brother was here, no one was there
+Stressed, and pulling out hair
+Price is at a higher
+For the people that's dead
+Pour up and hold you up a lighter
+Be silent one time, one time like, ohhhh
+One time, one time like, ohhhh, yeah
+Don't understand me like "Signed to the Streets"
+Look at my son, remind me of me
+Niggas is bitches, and apples don't fall far from the tree
+Gave 'em the chance, like the rapper (yeah)
+So that was they chapter (one time)
+With this forty I'ma go cray' cray' (let's get it)
+So don't get mixed in the massacre (Bow, bow, bow!)
+I'm tryna get higher
+[Chorus]
+One thing I hate is a liar
+Niggas don't know me
+They act like my homie
+And hate on me and my attire
+I just put on, for me and my city
+And ever since, shit been on fire
+I'm good, but I'm tryna get higher
+Bitch I'm a dog, I'm a fighter, yeah
+Higher
+Higher
+Higher
+Higher
+Higher
+Higher
+Higher
+Yeah19EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Triflin Hoes[Intro]
+(Lilah flip the beat, yah)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Fuck that bitch, ain't no respect for her
+That lil' bitch turn her back so quick, you ain't got no check for her
+I seen the type of nigga she fuck with, no respect for her
+Act like a dog, then I take her to a pet store
+I fuck her crazy, then I move on to the next whore
+I'll do you dirty, have you knockin' on your ex door
+You think you bougie, but you bougie for the internet
+Your pussy dookie, gotta spit on it just to get it wet
+She fucked on goofy, say she wish that she could take it back
+Told me how you hate the clout, now you chasing that
+I can treat you like a clown, bitch, you waiting on a purse
+I can really put you down, bitch, you waiting on the first
+She say why I ain't fuck her twice? I say I'm waiting on my Percs
+I can see your cousins now with they faces on your shirt
+
+[Chorus]
+Hold on, wait, ayy, bitch
+Hold on, hold on, hold on, wait, bitch, ayy
+Hold on, wait, bitch, hold on, hold on, wait, bitch, ayy
+Hold on, hold on, wait, hold on, hold on, wait, bitch, ayy
+Hold on, wait, bitch, hold on, hold on, wait, bitch, uh
+[Verse 2]
+Told me how many niggas you fucked
+You tell me how many dicks you sucked, I'm like
+Yeah, freaky bitch said we should take a turn
+When the fuck I say I'm coming back? They never learn
+Smoke a hotel bathroom out, then let the water run
+Count a hundred thousand cash, damn near cut my thumb
+Bitch, you can't lie to me, you can't tell me Wook can't fuck, uh
+You was actin' so unsure, we was takin' turns, uh
+You know damn well I fucked your friends, bitch, you got the nerve, uh
+You was tryna catch us up when you got the word, uh
+Answered the phone when he was callin', damn, that made her nervous
+He ain't even know I was at her crib, I'm like damn, I'm dirty
+Call Wook phone when I left, I said her pussy murder
+Plus she stay next to the opps, I had to close the curtains
+Fuck that bitch, suck a rich nigga dick
+I ain't the only rich nigga, I can't never give you kiss
+Let you suck it with the ice, you gotta mix it with the spit
+You can be my ho forever, I could never give you shit
+
+[Chorus]
+Hold on, wait, ayy, bitch
+Hold on, hold on, hold on, wait, bitch, ayy
+Hold on, wait, bitch, hold on, hold on, wait, bitch, ayy
+Hold on, hold on, wait, hold on, hold on, wait, bitch, ayy
+Hold on, wait, bitch, hold on, hold on, wait, bitch, uh
+[Outro]
+Yeah
+Fuck doin' all that neck for?
+On the real, you can get your dick suckedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+The Difference*[Intro]
+(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Pussy drippin' on the dick, be tryna get nasty
+When you spendin' six figures in a store they gotta bag it
+You can't blame me, the shit you doin', it got me braggin'
+When I touch her hair when you get it done, you turnin' ratchet, hmm
+
+[Chorus]
+Mmm, and the difference is
+My bitch bad and she killin' them
+Mmm, and the difference is
+We don't put the world in our business still
+
+[Verse 2]
+And they keep askin'
+Sexy lil' bitch put her on her mink lashes
+I'm talkin' Gucci glasses or Chanel team jacket
+Shе gon' get it without asking, she on queen status
+You ridin' solo in that foreign, don't need to pass thе blunt
+I know them niggas feelin' stupid, whoever passed you up
+I put my fingers in her private in the restaurant
+And she get mad when I'm off them drugs 'cause I don't cum fast enough
+I'm in her tummy, steady comin', I give her another liter
+She steady runnin', pussy yummy cut on that Justin Bieber
+When I was nothin', gave her a hunnid, I did a couple features
+Don't let her see the other side, I be with them demons
+[Chorus]
+Mmm, and the difference is
+My bitch bad and she killin' them
+Mmm, and the difference is
+We don't put the world in our business still
+
+[Post-Chorus]
+My bitch a rider (My bitch a rider)
+My bitch a rider (My bitch a rider)
+My bitch a rider (My bitch a rider)
+My bitch a rider (My bitch a rider)
+My bitch a rider (My bitch a rider)
+My bitch a rider (My bitch a rider)
+My bitch a rider
+My bitch a rider
+My bitch a rider
+My bitch a rider (My bitch a rider)
+My bitch a rider (She a rider)
+My bitch a rider (She a rider, rider, rider)
+My bitch a rider
+
+[Verse 3]
+Side bitch, main bitch (Yeah)
+Right hand, left hand
+Lil Durk is a dirty dawg with that shit that she kept hidden
+Vouch to lose my life into the streets, that's what I kept sayin'
+Besides my best man, my bitch my best friend
+Pullin' covers in the parking lot (Hmm, hmm, hmm)
+Backseat, she made me cum a lot (Hmm, hmm, hmm)
+When I decide to love, I love a lot (Hmm, hmm, hmm)
+I got you in your bag, I touched you up (Hmm, hmm, hmm)
+[Chorus]
+Mmm, and the difference is
+My bitch bad and she killin' them
+Mmm, and the difference is
+We don't put the world in our business still
+
+[Post-Chorus]
+My bitch a rider (My bitch a rider)
+My bitch a rider (My bitch a rider)
+My bitch a rider (My bitch a rider)
+My bitch a rider (My bitch a rider)
+My bitch a rider (My bitch a rider)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Public Housing[Intro]
+For real like
+I'm saying they count us out at the right time
+You know what I'm saying
+That gave us motivation to tuck and gotta do what we do
+You know what I'm saying I got the city on my back you know
+
+[Chorus]
+I came from public houses to a mansion
+I lost my family I was feelin' stranded
+I seen my son he a throw a tantrum
+Call a couple bitches cause I had no manners
+I asked Allah can he give me guidance
+Full of anger I was in out my mind and
+I know this music is my soul passion
+Last week I spent fifty thousand on my fashion
+
+[Verse 1]
+On red carpet feelin' like Alladin
+Got a bitch from Tokyo I like her accent
+Julio Jones ballin' on 'em, Madden
+On top enjoy my risin'
+Smokin' woods like I'm in a cabin
+Goin' broke I cannot imagine
+No way, how you blastin' if you plastic
+Imma turn wit da cheque get my momma a new crib
+I ain't talking Kodak Black Imma get a new crib
+I just paid for my side bitch to get a titties filled
+And she tried to suck me up for them new Fendi heels
+I been in it for a long time need some new deals
+I been in 4gs it for a long time need some new wheels
+Percocet with the Xanax, need some new pills
+Traded in that new Hellcat to see a coup wheel
+Turn up
+[Chorus]
+I came from public houses to a mansion
+I lost my family I was feelin' stranded
+I seen my son he a throw a tantrum
+Call a couple bitches cause I had no manners
+I asked Allah can he give me guidance
+Full of anger I was in out my mind and
+I know this music is my soul passion
+Last week I spent fifty thousand on my fashion
+
+[Verse 2]
+I'm with Zoey on the jet skis
+Can’t wife no hoes, on Nuski
+Two cars Imma switch keys
+Fuck the old heads they miss lead
+Only the family stand for family
+I lost my blood that's insanity
+Shout out Tory cuz he signed to me
+I'm wit a boss bitch count them gs
+Count my cheese up
+Got a passport she got a Visa
+It's perfect picture Mona Lisa
+They didn't believe us
+Hope they never need us
+While the police try to discriminate us
+And I got these diamonds just to please my haters
+Gotta get this money gotta chase that paper
+While these niggas try to assassinate us
+I got a Glock and it came with lasers
+[Chorus]
+I came from public houses to a mansion
+I lost my family I was feelin' stranded
+I seen my son he a throw a tantrum
+Call a couple bitches cause I had no manners
+I asked Allah can he give me guidance
+Full of anger I was in out my mind and
+I know this music is my soul passion
+Last week I spent fifty thousand on my fashion2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Purge[Hook - Lil Durk]
+Can't finesse a finesse-a that shit unheard of
+Call my squad with the Mac they talkin' word up
+In Chiraq damn near everyday we purge 'em
+Don't let a sneak diss turn to a murder
+We catch a body my niggas gon' catch a body
+Catch a homi my niggas gon' catch a homi
+Go get that money my niggas gon' get that money
+Don't let that sneak diss turn to a murder
+
+[Verse 1 - Lil Durk]
+Where he stay at
+Where he lay at
+Oh you got a big crib, lil bro where the k at?
+Spit from the clip no latex
+In the hood where it ain't safe at
+Ask any nigga was I ever on that block?
+Only a nigga say no is the hoes or the opps, on my pops
+I was in the land with them mops
+And I know from my deal what's the lineup
+Talking life like a nigga with a camera
+Pour a 4 in that Fanta
+Grab the lean from the manor
+I'm a big ol' nigga 150 with that hammer
+Glock for the tears and burnt candles
+Coupe roof open like sandals
+Homicide on the scene and they wildin'
+Like who did this they wildin'
+OTF we promote violence
+Everywhere I go I hear sirens
+RIP Nuski and Iris
+Ain't fuckin' 'round with no fuck niggas
+My momma told me don't fuck with them if they don't fuck witcha
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2 - Ike Boy]
+My lil niggas they really about that murda'
+Fonem love them drills but they doing hits outside Excursions
+You broke boys hella broke boy you niggas ain't got a dollar
+My partners love them bodies just bought them niggas some choppas
+Yo' bitch say she on some but I ain't with the cuffin'
+I treat her like a chopper that bitch gon' have to bus' it
+Don't let that sneak diss nigga turn into a murda
+My lil niggas wildin' with the mops they out here purgin'
+Shots got through your window so you betta' close ya' curtains
+And I be out here plottin' so the shit just gonna get worse
+And bitch I'm a finesse-a
+My squad out here finesse-in'
+
+[Hook]18EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Intro (300 Days 300 Nights)[Intro 1: Big Durk]
+This is Durk
+Better known on the Southside of Chicago
+And throughout the midwest as Lil Durk's father
+As it started out I had a life sentence
+For the stool pigeon who told on me
+And I been doing that time for 22 years now
+Alhamdulilah by the grace of Allah
+I got that blessing and won that appeal
+And now I'll be out in a few years
+To be with my boy, to be with my sons
+To be where I'm supposed to be in life
+And do the things I'm supposed to do as a father
+As always, for those who in the struggle
+For those who in this system
+For those who in the state's system
+Keep ya head, keep fighting
+Cowards, rats, don't never win over real dudes
+So keep ya head up soldier
+And we gone keep on letting thing continue to flow
+And we'll get out an do what we supposed to do as men
+And hold our own
+And be the fathers we supposed to be
+Be the men of the community we supposed to be
+
+[Intro 2: Lil Durk]
+Haha, I tried to get that in
+Got JDR on the 1's and 2's
+I want yall to follow this shit. Ya dig?
+I put him in his glo, he put me in mine
+You know how we do it. L's!
+Got Juice in this bitch with me, Carlito
+(shhhhhing)
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Off the rage in Chicago to kill
+Stay duckin' hollows, fu shit
+On my block where it get too real
+One nigga doing 2 drills
+J-Money love the blue steel
+L'A bussin' off 2 pills
+My niggas too trill
+300 niggas too real
+300 niggas too real (Yeah)
+Pluto be t'ed off the Remy
+Think he a Migo off the Remy
+I think I'm Nuski with the semi
+He still got the strap, niggas trippin'
+And I'm hard body, man I miss him
+Chino dead not to mention
+I was in the studio coolin' sippin'
+And they told me stay in the kitchen
+Don't be loafin' with these bitches
+Don't put trust into these niggas
+Beto gang will get you missin'
+J-Rock keep saying he miss 'em
+Iris dead that's my first cuz
+My first blood
+The one I love and I miss you
+(Let's get it! Let's get it!)
+Rest in piece to OD
+O Block went OC
+600 beef with Baldie
+Get these lames up off me
+And Tay and Buda shocked me
+If I was there they would have shot me
+(Yeah)
+[Bridge: Lori Perri & Lil Durk]
+Day after day
+Seems like I push against the clouds
+(I need everybody to pour out some liquor out,)
+They just keep blocking out the sun
+(For everybody that y’all lost... Fuck it roll up! Haha!)
+It seems since I was born
+(I’m pourin’ my lean!)
+I've waken every blessed morning
+(Uhhhhhhh uh-woah!)
+Down on my luck and up against the wind
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+They ain't deserve it
+I'm out all night and ain't worried
+Mama trippin' got a nigga nervous
+I'm just sippin' drivin' steady swervin'
+Bullets catch 'em quick
+Hollows burn 'em
+Twitter niggas steady talkin', Murder
+Call my lawyer nigga, I ain't heard it
+Call my lawyer nigga, I ain't heard it
+You'll make the news where I come from
+Rap but you get the Blues where I come from
+Shoot a tec, you on a cruise where I come from
+Get killed out the blue where I come from
+Because, niggas ain't keep it too real
+Niggas ain't keep it too trill
+That's why I got me like 2 deals
+I'm tryna chase me 2 mil
+Free Rondo, his bond is 2 mil
+And I got money I'm chillin'
+3 Children
+Get money invest into buildings
+My nigga we got it we 'round each other
+My nigga we buildin'
+Niggas be tweakin' get money
+Lil nigga chill out on that killin'
+The murder capital so ridiculous
+I swear I was grindin' for dimes and nickels
+I swore I'd never drop a dime on a nigga
+(Let's Get It! x3)
+Want a war? I'll never waste time on a nigga
+Let's Get It! let's get it
+[Bridge 2: Lori Perri & Lil Durk]
+Day after day
+(Let the beat talk to 'em, talk to 'em)
+Seems like I push against the clouds
+(I put my life in you!)
+They just keep blocking out the sun
+(Ohhh! Haha.)
+It seems since I was born
+(You're there when times are hard)
+I've waken every blessed morning
+(You're there when times are hard)
+Down on my luck and up against the wind (L's)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+What Your Life Like[Intro]
+What your life like?
+Life like?
+
+[Chorus]
+The streets is my hustle, I've been through the struggle
+Where them people be with you, but they really don't love you
+I'm addicted to sidewalks, I'm workin', no time off
+Gotta gain that time lost
+Yeah
+I'ma ask them niggas, tell me what your life like
+Life like
+Tell me what your life like, nigga tell me what your life like
+Tell me what your life like
+Yeah
+Nigga tell me what your life like
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+You can't turn up on them social sites, thinkin' it's gon' be alright
+Lets go
+Beef at 6, he dead by 6 o'clock, on the dot that night
+Ain't easy where I'm at, why? Stick-up Man, he love that shit
+Go to jail, she fuck your man, you write and call, don't love that bitch
+I ride with too much auto-tune, I heard that shit before
+This my life, I run my life, your life, I seen that shit before
+My mixtape drop, I crash the site, don't be lurkin' after night (get)
+Shooters hungry and these snakes is bologna, that's their appetite
+Welcome to these city streets
+No gang related car crash, and he still won't get no money from these city streets
+My crazy life, no YG
+(YG)
+Ask the Lord, why me?
+I know my name, it's on my ID
+[Chorus]
+The streets is my hustle, I've been through the struggle
+Where them people be with you, but they really don't love you
+I'm addicted to sidewalks, I'm workin', no time off
+Gotta gain that time lost
+Yeah
+I'ma ask them niggas, tell me what your life like
+Life like
+Tell me what your life like, nigga tell me what your life like
+Tell me what your life like, nigga tell me what your life like
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+They say the murder started after Ls, not my fault, got shit to tell
+Take it wrong, they got it after "Dis Ain't What U Want"
+Nigga this ain't what you want, got that call, they cancelled 20 shows
+(Damn)
+That's money down the drain, I got kids, don't take it wrong
+Fuck all this peace shit, I'm with this beef shit
+Don't ask me to leave shit, if I do it won't mean shit
+Like will I be rich? 10 years, will I be shit? After all I am the shit
+Got the label all on my dick
+Name my niggas' names in a song, police match the face
+I do it for the Vine not knowin' that it's buildin'  case
+Started from the building base, I got a bill to pay
+Eh
+Why the fuck these niggas steady hate?
+[Chorus]
+The streets is my hustle, I've been through the struggle
+Where them people be with you, but they really don't love you
+I'm addicted to sidewalks, I'm workin', no time off
+Gotta gain that time lost
+Yeah
+I'ma ask them niggas, tell me what your life like
+Tell me what your life like, nigga tell me what your life like
+Tell me what your life like, nigga tell me what your life like87EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Uzi[Intro: Lil Durk]
+That pussy bustin’ like a
+That pussy bustin’ like a uzi
+Pussy bustin’ like a
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+I done fell in love with all the groupies
+She just want the fame and all the moolah
+I’m addicted to the tattoos on her booty
+And if she fuck with me then she ain’t losing
+That pussy bustin’ like a uzi
+That pussy bustin’ like a
+That pussy bustin’ like a uzi
+That pussy bustin’ like a
+That pussy bustin’ like a
+That pussy bustin’ like a uzi
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Wake up, roll up a decker
+Rubbing on her nipples while we steady kissing
+Even after sex that pussy steady dripping
+I told her I’d be fuckin’ but she something different
+She like I’m cocky to riches I’m ignorant
+Always mind her business, don’t put two cent in it
+Dress her in Dior and tell her mind her business
+I take her on a trip and pay for all expenses
+I don’t got no type, I like all hoes
+Even in the hood with some dog hoes
+But them be them bitches we don’t fall for
+Talking down bitch, the one that we can call on
+Like bring me the work, shawty bring me the pack
+Like bring me the lean, shawty bring me the strap
+Her ass is like promoters how she bring it back
+She’ll drop her pants before she ever drop a dime
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+I done fell in love with all the groupies
+She just want the fame and all the moolah
+I’m addicted to the tattoos on her booty
+And if she fuck with me then she ain’t losing
+That pussy bustin’ like a uzi
+That pussy bustin’ like a
+That pussy bustin’ like a uzi
+That pussy bustin’ like a
+That pussy bustin’ like a
+That pussy bustin’ like a uzi
+
+[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
+Yeah, every time we link we make a movie
+I just fucked your bitch in a Jacuzzi
+She hop on top and ride like a Suzuki
+She squirt, that pussy bustin’ like a tooly
+She say she love me, bitch you gotta prove it
+I’m driving while she suck me like a smoothie
+You was just a groupie with a juicy booty
+And I’m just thirsty
+You got the type of sex to make me leave my bitch
+But is you worth it?
+Nah, nah nah, I was just full of them perkys
+You on the dick like you surfing
+Love how you twerk it, love how you work it
+You want a man that’s holding your hand but I’m not that person
+I’m just the type that’s gon come through, fuck, and buy you some purses
+She just want the fame, she love my lifestyle
+She just want her neck, wrist, and ears iced out
+I done fell in love with one of my fans
+She eat me for hours on them xans
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+I done fell in love with all the groupies
+She just want the fame and all the moolah
+I’m addicted to the tattoos on her booty
+And if she fuck with me then she ain’t losing
+That pussy bustin’ like a uzi
+That pussy bustin’ like a
+That pussy bustin’ like a uzi
+That pussy bustin’ like a
+That pussy bustin’ like a
+That pussy bustin’ like a uziEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I Can’t Go Like That[Intro: Lil Durk]
+Uh, I can't go like that
+No, uh, ah, uh, no, I can't go like that
+No, I can't go like that
+Uh, brr-ah, no
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+I can't go like that
+Got a couple thou' then I get a couple shooters
+For a couple thou', man, my niggas'll shoot you
+Nigga like me, I can't go like that
+Nigga like me, I can't go like that
+Thousand dollar shoes that I put on my feet
+These niggas, they bitches, they ain't really from the streets
+These bitches love money and you niggas real cheap
+Nigga like me, I can't go like that
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Everyday not everday, my little niggas'll rob you
+Playin' both sides then you get hit with that chopper
+All these niggas claimin' that they really in the field
+Where I'm from in the field, you gettin' killed
+Put ten on a lawyer on the first
+I'ma make that money back on a verse
+Bitches last, money second, family first (OTF)
+Act a ass in that Jag', I'm the worst
+And I'm like Tony in my city
+Put drug money way before these bitches
+Same niggas cookin' chickens turnin' it to pigeons
+Well me and you, I can tell you want the difference
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+I can't go like that
+Got a couple thou' then I get a couple shooters
+For a couple thou', man, my niggas'll shoot you
+Nigga like me, I can't go like that
+Nigga like me, I can't go like that
+Thousand dollar shoes that I put on my feet
+These niggas, they bitches, they ain't really from the streets
+These bitches love money and you niggas real cheap
+Nigga like me, I can't go like that
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+If I wife a bitch, man, she better be a rider
+Cause the feds watchin', buildin' cases, got us tied up
+For a couple bricks you'll get you hit or get you tied up
+Only the family in my eyes, you can't divide us
+Got some old heads tellin' me right
+You say I'm snitchin', you just gamblin' with your life
+No baseball, my hitters goin' to strike
+The D-line open all night
+Friends, I don't do that shit
+If I fuck her, my squad, they goin' to own that bitch
+I'm gettin' money, that mean my niggas rich
+Still on the block, that mean I'm nigga rich
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+I can't go like that
+Got a couple thou' then I get a couple shooters
+For a couple thou', man, my niggas'll shoot you
+Nigga like me, I can't go like that
+Nigga like me, I can't go like that
+Thousand dollar shoes that I put on my feet
+These niggas, they bitches, they ain't really from the streets
+These bitches love money and you niggas real cheap
+Nigga like me, I can't go like that10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Free Jamell[Intro]
+(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+I hope his ass don't believe that rumor
+I heard he was a snake, I wish I found out sooner
+He left his killers, but I stayed and groomed 'em
+But I hope he don't listen to that rumor
+I turned him to a killer, oh-oh
+Turned him to a killer, oh-oh
+Turned him to a killer, oh-oh
+Turned him to a killer, oh-oh
+
+[Verse 1: YNW Melly]
+I gave you all I had and you just did me wrong
+I can't fuck with these hoes, they only like my songs
+You know we keep that Henny in the styrofoam
+And free my nigga Trell, I swear he bomin' home
+Locked up inside the cage, but it won't be for long
+These niggas talkin' shit, ain't put they people on
+You know what time it is, you know we equal, dawg
+I thought you was gon' ride, but baby, not at all
+I can't believe what you had did
+You really scarred a nigga, hurt me to my ribs
+The way I am, the way I feel
+Like it ain't too many that can keep it real
+I'm with the gang, they're used to pain
+This .40 can't help you, you need Novocaine
+Who ridin' for me? I don't even know
+One day it all gon' show
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+I hope his ass don't believe that rumor
+I heard he was a snake, I wish I found out sooner
+He left his killers, but I stayed and groomed 'em
+But I hope he don't listen to that rumor
+I turned him to a killer, oh-oh
+Turned him to a killer, oh-oh
+Turned him to a killer, oh-oh
+Turned him to a killer, oh-oh
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+Ooh, this shit not right, fucked around and missed my flight
+I went to Tootsie's twice, like I ain't have no wife
+Opps said I'm ridin' 'round, they say I'ma die tonight
+They tryna put me down, I gotta keep my pipe
+But I gotta see better days, get a big check, gotta elevate
+Had to throw my cup away, everyday I was sippin' on a cup of eight
+Niggas wasn't with me from the start, niggas left me when it got hard
+And I had my bro with me, but he caught a body and he got charged
+He a killer, oh, pitiful, oh
+Leave me alone, leave me alone
+Asked the streets could it be my Valentine, but they tired of dyin'
+They been killers since '99, oh, oh, they tired of cryin'
+I just wanna hit that road, I'm tired of flyin'
+Tryna file your friends' kids, oh, make tax a crime
+Umbrella-ella-ella-ella, ayy
+He a killer, killer, killer, killer, ayy
+Committin' crimes
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+I hope his ass don't believe that rumor
+I heard he was a snake, I wish I found out sooner
+He left his killers, but I stayed and groomed 'em
+But I hope he don't listen to that rumor
+I turned him to a killer, oh-oh
+Turned him to a killer, oh-oh
+Turned him to a killer, oh-oh
+Turned him to a killer, oh-oh
+
+[Outro]
+(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Gucci Gucci[Intro]
+(Geraldo Liive on the track)
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk & Gunna]
+Chanel, Gucci, Gucci, handbag, Gucci, Gucci
+Emilio Pucci, Pucci, I might kiss that coochie, coochie
+Lambo' truck, I'm Gucci, Gucci, shirt got snakes, it's Gucci, Gucci
+If you snitch, you ratatouille, duffle bag Gucci, Gucci
+Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything
+Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything
+Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything
+Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything
+
+[Verse 1: Gunna]
+Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci bedframe
+Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci headband
+Stroke her coochie, uh, bought a whoopie, yeah, a red Range
+Glocks and Uzis, uh, grab the toolie and spray everything
+Diamonds bling, Pinkie and the Brain when I'm switchin' lanes
+Cuban choker cost me a lil' change, shit'll never change
+Crip-blue Rover seats, they leather and suede, Young GunWunna paid
+Never sober, real Biscotti smoker, look like purple haze
+Me and Durkio, we in the A, watch that Lambo' raise
+You too slow, need to slide on on, I got road rage
+Money long, this a new two-tone, different watch a day
+Racks, I paid for her Gucci thong, keep you Gucci, bae
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Chanel, Gucci, Gucci, handbag, Gucci, Gucci
+Emilio Pucci, Pucci, I might kiss that coochie, coochie
+Lambo' truck, I'm Gucci, Gucci, shirt got snakes, it's Gucci, Gucci
+If you snitch, you ratatouille, duffle bag Gucci, Gucci
+Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything
+Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything
+Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything
+Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything
+Gucci, Gucci
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+Gucci gang like I'm Lil Pump
+I'm ridin' 'round with some niggas who got the hood turnt
+She suckin' my dick, ain't give a shit, I wish she would stunt
+Designer smoker, smoke my own, I make Chanel Runtz
+The Gucci pants, I get 'em tailored, make it a lil' short
+Pitchin' pennies, shootin' dice, that shit a hood sport
+That shit (Gucci, Gucci)
+You want Celine, I give you these, nigga (Gucci)
+Gucci store text my phone, they say, "You need these" (Gucci, Gucci)
+I spent the night, I hit the cup, I fell asleep wearin' (Gucci, Gucci)
+Bro'nem call me from the trap, they say they keep playin' (Gucci, Gucci)
+When the world hear this song, they gon' keep sayin' (Gucci, Gucci)
+Ain't no Zara, H&M, I told you these pants
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Chanel, Gucci, Gucci, handbag, Gucci, Gucci
+Emilio Pucci, Pucci, I might kiss that coochie, coochie
+Lambo' truck, I'm Gucci, Gucci, shirt got snakes, it's Gucci, Gucci
+If you snitch, you ratatouille, duffle bag Gucci, Gucci
+Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything
+Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything
+Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything
+Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything
+Gucci, Gucci3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Watch Yo Homie[Intro]
+(Tre made this beat)
+(Ayy, pull up, Lam)
+
+[Verse 1]
+I'm just tryna heat the crib up with the stove lights
+I'm just reminiscing 'bout my old life
+We was running 'round them streets in the cold nights
+Reminiscing 'bout my old life
+Some nights it do be feeling like you alone, right?
+Reminiscing 'bout your old life
+It be feeling you gon' die
+Certain shit ain't goin' right
+Mansion on the hills, long way from scales
+Steady tryna kill me, name ringin' bells
+When you lose appeals, probably gon' tell
+You done poppin' pills, they probably give you the chills
+He lost fifty pounds probably in the mail
+I gotta hold 'em down, shout out to the jail
+Get hit up with some rounds, chopper make you frail
+Shawty want a Draco, he don't want Chanel
+Watch out for leeches, shootout, screechin'
+Ducking polices, moving strategic
+Voices, the voices, they say that I'm preaching
+Went through them courses, they really ain't believe me
+[Chorus]
+Watch who you call your homie (Watch who you call)
+Watch who you call your homie (Watch who you call)
+Watch who you call your homie (Watch who you call)
+Watch who you call your homie (Watch who you)
+Watch who you call your brother (Watch who you call)
+Watch who you call your brody (Watch who you call)
+Watch who you call your brody (Watch who you call)
+Watch who you call your brody (Watch who you call)
+
+[Verse 2]
+What you was doin' with your profit money?
+I said you buy a nigga chain, they say you took it from him
+The same bitches tryna fuck the ones who shitted on me
+Wanna see the same nigga from back then who shitted on me
+Wanna see the family members who turnt up and shitted on me
+Wanna see them trap niggas who got money and shitted on me
+Wanna see my teachers said I won't be shit, now I'm shittin' on em
+I was too humble, now I'm cocky with that different money
+You was chose, you was chose
+Chose the right road, chose the right road
+
+[Chorus]
+Watch your homie
+Watch your
+Watch your homie, oh
+Watch your
+[Outro]
+Watch your homies, nigga
+Watch your homies, nigga
+Watch your homies, nigga1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+True or False[Verse 1: Lil Durk and DeJ Loaf]
+Baby what's wrong with you?
+You make me feel some type of way, I'm on this song with you
+You say you gon' do this and that when I'm alone with you
+But when we link up we get nervous, boy what's wrong with us?
+You get this shit together, get it rollin'
+These bitches be all in my face but I ain't goin'
+These niggas be all in my face but I ain't goin'
+She want love and affection, Imma show it
+Yeah you be talkin' all that shit, you gotta prove it
+And I will do it
+If she let me touch it, shit I prolly will lose it
+Man this nigga crazy, got a few screws loose
+He must be off all that lean, with that movements
+Your favorite color yellow, I just sent you flowers
+When I'm not around you don't text me back for hours
+You fuckin' with a real nigga, heard you used to cowards
+Yo, hold on
+Hold up, wait a minute, though
+All them bitches been a joke
+I'ma put some real shit off in your life, I'm tellin' you
+DeJ we'll do that dance, forreal, you've been my boo back then
+Thought you had a nigga and you really was a fool for him
+I'm gon' have you where you need to be
+Don't flash your wrist at me
+Cause you know that it's more than that
+This really where I need to be
+The fans made memes of us
+Beyoncé was a thing for us
+And you know my genes are strong
+We can make a team of us
+[Hook: Lil Durk and DeJ Loaf]
+Durk and DeJ
+Yeah, Durk and DeJ
+It sound good, don't it?
+You want a good woman
+If you want it like you say it, put your hood on it
+Only the family in my eyes, I'ma say it first
+Durk and DeJ, DeJ and Durk, whatever way it works
+It sound good, don't it?
+It sound good, don't it?
+Durk and DeJ
+Yeah, Durk and DeJ
+It sound good, don't it?
+Yeah, yeah, yeahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Pick Your Poison[Chorus]
+I been running with that street vibe
+I fell back off that love shit
+You tryna play me for a goofy, that’s that bullshit
+I be with robbers like to mug shit
+I’d rather be around some niggas I can thug with
+Same niggas say they ain’t switch up on me
+And this Rollie face a bigger bonus
+Hang with the killers homie
+Money hungry, getting busy
+And the stick up homies
+So pick your poison
+
+[Verse 1]
+It be so phony
+I got locked up, they couldn’t send me a lawyer
+My mama had told me
+These niggas ain’t real, niggas be actin’ like homies
+Screaming they gang, ain’t put in work, that shit be annoying
+Police scorcher, gotta watch out when you servin’ that corner
+What you know about late night in that trap, you ain’t make no dime, yeah
+Or telling your kids you gotta million, still ain’t make no time yet
+Or in jail for a body and the judge keep telling you you get no time back
+Or when you live in the trenches with the fame, and you live where the crime at
+Gangsters was our idols, we don’t believe in titles
+True to my religion, we don’t believe in bibles
+See one of my rivals, we don’t drive right by you
+Glock got a beam, clip stick out like Eiffel
+[Chorus]
+I been running with that street vibe
+I fell back off that love shit
+You tryna play me for a goofy, that’s that bullshit
+I be with robbers like to mug shit
+I’d rather be around some niggas I can thug with
+Same niggas say they ain’t switch up on me
+And this Rollie face a bigger bonus
+Hang with the killers homie
+Money hungry, getting busy
+And the stick up homies
+So pick your poison
+
+[Verse 2]
+Hell yeah I hold a grudge
+These niggas ain’t show no love
+These niggas was nowhere to be found, I had low income
+How the hell I’ma pay my bills? I had no income
+I was always taught to fight, lil boy don’t ever run
+My daddy got life in prison,my moms said here he come
+And I was posted on that porch and he ain’t never come
+Yeah that trap going crazy inside them projects homie
+Got out early from the feds, lil boy don’t call my phone
+I put my life on the line for niggas who in line
+I used to chew on them xannies to get me through the times
+I used to believe all them rumors, it took over my mind
+And if I put my name on it then that shit is mine
+[Chorus]
+I been running with that street vibe
+I fell back off that love shit
+You tryna play me for a goofy, that’s that bullshit
+I be with robbers like to mug shit
+I’d rather be around some niggas I can thug with
+Same niggas say they ain’t switch up on me
+And this Rollie face a bigger bonus
+Hang with the killers homie
+Money hungry, getting busy
+And the stick up homies
+So pick your poisonEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Ready For ’Em[Produced by Cardo]
+
+[Intro]
+They hate all my niggas, they hate that I'm breathing
+Shoutout to my squad, ya feel me? OTF Gang
+
+[Verse 1]
+Is it true you got shooters hangin' out the roof?
+I'm just tryna' to do what I spit in the booth
+Free Dada & Budo, shooters on the loose
+On the block earn stripes, squad full of troops
+Call Zoo, he be ready every time I do
+Shot clock but he ready every time to shoot
+Ops route for a diss I just give 'em shots
+I gotta chill cause the police posted on the block
+D-Thang say we hot but it's easy to flop
+I call Rod ‘cause he easy with mop
+Niggas hating, just give my prop
+Niggas say that I'm dumb when they see me with thot
+Boy I tell 'em like, I can't get better with bitches
+I’m so fed up with these snitches, smoke one for Pluto
+I'mma put grass in these Swishers
+And step on these pipes with my niggas, they killin' my pride
+Bitches, they killin' my vibe
+IG full of money but they askin' for rides
+Not me, ask one of my guys
+I kill for one of my guys, free bro from the drive
+Remember them days I was starvin'
+Empty stomach, no car, no money
+These niggas be tweakin' that's why I got shooters on dummy
+Let's get it!
+[Interlude: Lennox]
+You want bombaclad war? hm? hm?
+You wanna ramp wit me?
+(gunshots)
+Come on me say!
+Me shot 61 people for fun!
+Who want test me?
+Come on, come on!
+Do you know who ya bombaclad ramp wit?
+You know me, I’m the original Jamaican dandatta!
+You understand, Jamaican Rude Boy!
+
+[Verse 2]
+Got Broski on point like Kyrie
+Don’t fear no man that can die like me
+I done dodged doin' hits
+I dodged my momma told me get out the Dodge, can't sleep
+I can't Ma', cause I’m in too deep
+It’s to the point where my niggas only came to me
+Fuck a homie cause a homie don't think like Tony
+Montana cause the chopper for shorty, ohh
+Lost J-Money and Tay, the shit happened I hated it
+No Drake, but nigga we made it
+Called Dede he ready, he slingin' impatient, got killers like Hatians
+I land in Miami, call Dada, we go and take off to Lil Haiti
+Got shooters on shooters that shoot to kill shooters, ain’t talkin' no navy
+Sneak dissin' on the squad, we send shots at that boy and Broski be facin'
+Pillowtalkin' to bitches, I see if she bad, but nigga she basic
+I ain't heard 'bout niggas, and I ain't worried 'bout niggas
+Street sweepers, hit the streets up, and Ion care ‘bout a nigga, let’s get it19EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+David Ruffin[Intro]
+Tune up
+Sonic 
+
+[Verse 1]
+You  ever woke up out your sleep like is you gon' die in the trenches?
+You ever thought it'd be your dawg when they described the witness?
+I wrote a letter to authorities when they threw out the tenants
+To  claim that shit that bronem claim, you know that shit a privilege
+For  Pat I'll throw them tears, I remember the night they took him
+I treat them hoes with a lil' respect 'cause that could be my sister
+They  had gave police them guns, when they pulled up, they booked 'em
+We catch an opp, he get baptized like I was never Muslim
+Like wipe your nose, I love you, bro, stop fuckin' with Ashton Kutcher
+Funeral home, they extorted me 'cause I be paying for bookings
+Won't  send no hunchos to the county 'cause you be paying for pussy
+Could've went to college, but instead I'm in this van with hoodlums
+
+[Chorus]
+And that shit all facts
+I tried to give my dawg a pound but he want all crack
+Like fuck the feds, you threaten my kids, I'm gettin' 'em all whacked
+I spent like ninety on a Cuban, that shit prong set
+Most of them OG's get out the feds, they know they all rats, nigga
+All these niggas tryna live my life, they don't know what I go through
+They ain't gon' do what they supposed to
+[Verse 2]
+I had to get it out that mud 'cause we was pain and suffering
+And we was stuck inside the hood, we mix our Percs with 'Tussin
+I know a killer got in that jam, we call him David Ruffin
+And they didn't even use his statement, so he sang for nothing
+They had a bitch up on that case but she the lamest bustin'
+I fucked her but she still showed up at court, I came for nothing
+I appreciate my war scars, show me I came from nothin'
+My daddy got back off that L, like who get life for hustlin'?
+I'm still a voice inside the trenches, don't make me say it again
+DJ played the opps inside this club, he better not play it again
+See dissin' me and go OT gon' get your hood shot
+I can tell the streets what I been through just off my mugshots
+
+[Chorus]
+And that shit all facts
+I tried to give my dawg a pound but he want all crack
+Like fuck the feds, you threaten my kids, I'm gettin' 'em all whacked
+I spent like ninety on a Cuban, that shit prong set
+Most of them OG's get out the feds, they know they all rats, nigga
+All these niggas tryna live my life, they don't know what I go through
+They ain't gon' do what they supposed to2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Rider Chick[Intro: Lil Durk]
+She gon' be 100, hol' that muthafucka down
+(?) you how that shit go street nigga
+Know what I'm sayin'?
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages
+She on point like a guard but she ain’t havin it
+We don't go back and forth about private shit
+And she be on my block with all the packs and shit
+I got a street bitch
+I teach her all I know, she a street bitch
+She hidin' all my dough, she a street bitch
+She gon' go when I say go, she a street bitch
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+See her friend and shit, I kick her 'round like Pam and shit
+And I can't stand that bitch, she tweakin' off them Xans and shit, And I'm the man and shit
+A hunnid like them cancers sticks
+Street nigga, but I be on some romantic shit
+She on snap wit it, I'm from the back wit it
+She don't like these rappers, but she be into these trap niggas
+Tell me who be all behind my back wit it
+In her DM and I'll (?) with him
+These niggas hoes, I'll slap niggas
+Bought my bitch a Birkin cause she worth it
+Told her I be cheating 'cause ain't nobody perfect
+She held me down when I was locked up
+She was with me in the kitchen when that (?) locked up
+She crazy, she a pop up
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages
+She on point like a guard but she ain’t havin it
+We don't go back and forth about private shit
+And she be on my block with all the packs and shit
+I got a street bitch
+I teach her all I know, she a street bitch
+She hidin' all my dough, she a street bitch
+She gon' go when I say go, she a street bitch
+
+[Verse 2: Dej Loaf]
+I done learned the whole game, he done taught me everythang
+Do more, talk less, never say no names
+Beat his case like OJ, got him out his old ways
+Whippin' work in the kitchen, call that gourmet
+Playin' with the pussy pistols, call that foreplay
+Fuck him after long days, never leave him horny
+Every time he call me, pick up right away
+Why the Bentley in the driveway? Always gettin' my way
+Bitches be tryin' it, I'm his homie, lover, friend
+You can't deny it baby, we thuggin' till the end
+Married to the streets, money in the rubber band
+Ain't nothin' like the D, I be tuggin' on his pants
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+She my rider chick, she on the block with these savages
+She on point like a guard but she ain’t havin it
+We don't go back and forth about private shit
+And she be on my block with all the packs and shit
+I got a street bitch
+I teach her all I know, she a street bitch
+She hidin' all my dough, she a street bitch
+She gon' go when I say go, she a street bitch2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+War Wit Us[Produced by Tarentino]
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+How you want war and you ain't eating?
+What they gon' do if you ain't breathing?
+Bodies back to back, bitch we ain't even
+Bitch I'm in that pussy cause I'm so conceited
+Word around town that you sneak dissing
+Bullets must be blank cause they keep missing
+Face up on that flyer if you want attention
+You just want some fame boy you ain't in it
+Better get to ducking if my name's mentioned
+I hopped into that foreign, bitch I'm lane switching
+And bitch I'm OTF and I ain't switching
+Niggas see I'm hot and they want me gone
+I heard his ass was singing like he OVO
+Bitch go cop a Rollie not a rodeo
+And when we in the building it's a rollie show
+And I be sipping lean while they smoking dope
+
+[Chorus]
+War with us, they don't want war with us
+Them bullets go bang, bitch them bullets go bang
+No war with us, they don't want no war with us
+Them bullets go bang, bitch them bullets go bang
+And you can't hang where my niggas hang
+Cause where we hang all we do is bang
+No war with us, they don't want no war with us
+Them bullets go bang, bitch them bullets go bang
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+Nigga talking 'bout that we got beef
+Know a couple shooters posted over East
+Broski got the 30 broski like to tweak
+See me he don't say shit but he go and tweet
+Put me in that jam I don't know shit
+He ain't have a hit since '06
+Niggas holding weight, get they door kicked
+Spent 1500 dollars on these low kicks
+Broke niggas always fuck with broke bitches
+Master P with my shooters, they ain't go no limits
+You can't hang around me and be my co defendant
+Way broski flipping bricks he should be a gymnast
+A gymnast in the kitchen, we cookin, we cookin, we cookin, let's get it
+808 in that clip go bang
+All white Panamera, cocaine
+If he tryna rob then we get his brain
+
+[Chorus]
+War with us, they don't want war with us
+Them bullets go bang, bitch them bullets go bang
+No war with us, they don't want no war with us
+Them bullets go bang, bitch them bullets go bang
+And you can't hang where my niggas hang
+Cause where we hang all we do is bang
+No war with us, they don't want no war with us
+Them bullets go bang, bitch them bullets go bang20EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Dont I[Hook: Lil Durk]
+I be off them drugs, dont I
+I hang with the thugs, dont I
+Just like the carpet pulled, dont I
+I be in the latex, dont I
+I fuck the baddest hoes, dont I
+I do 30k a show, dont I
+So name one thing you dont like
+I can name a couple things, yo type, yeahhh
+
+[Bridge: Lil Durk]
+Don’t like, don't like, don't like, don't like, don't like yeah
+Don’t like, don't like, don't like, don't like, don't like yeah
+Don’t like, don't like, don't like, don't like, don't like yeah
+No lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+I Remember that summer
+Me and J Munna had no money
+Only thing that we had
+Was a dollar and a dream
+Some lean and that burner
+Take a nigga down
+For that 1400
+Spend it on guns
+For all the opp niggas
+And i miss all of my niggas
+Spending nigga shit
+Tweak with my niggas
+(Wait) I remember Chino
+Told me they exposed you
+If you know me
+Can't a nigga hold you
+I'ma Shed love
+Like im supposed to
+These niggas dont owe you
+And i dont owe a nigga shit
+Ima let a nigga know how i roll
+300,OTF is who im rolling with
+Pop out the cut
+We fucking shit up
+We do what i do
+Catch a opp nigga
+Now the block is named after you
+We dont lie on these tracks
+I'ma get money
+You fucking with me
+I'ma put that on jmunna nigga (Bow)
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+I be off them drugs, dont I
+I hang with the thugs, dont I
+Just like the carpet pulled, dont I
+I be in the latex, dont I
+I fuck the baddest hoes, dont I
+I do 30k a show, dont I
+So name one thing you dont like
+I can name a couple things, yo type, yeahhh
+
+[Bridge: Lil Durk]
+Don’t like, don't like, don't like, don't like, don't like yeah
+Don’t like, don't like, don't like, don't like, don't like yeah
+Don’t like, don't like, don't like, don't like, don't like yeah
+No lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie
+
+[Verse 2: Hypno Carlito]
+Shady shit I dont like
+Shawty let me go and get a go light
+She wanna give me top and i dont mind
+I got durk and Chop thats more tight
+I go super hard nigga Dont I
+And dont like
+My gift is a gold mine
+Wait, ive been wanting this my whole life
+He can't talk he a broke guy
+I dont trust these niggas
+Dont fuck with these niggas
+Better watch who you fucking with
+There go Carlito on some other shit
+Beating up Chop beat on some drummer shit
+Told you motherfuckers it was over wit
+I drop bombs like a soldier bitch
+I love drugs, love rolling shit
+Niggas try to pull it ima open shit
+Call Lil Varney, Varney Scoping Shit
+Hey, I didn't flip motherfucker
+Still the same hip motherfucker
+63rd, late for rent motherfucker
+Shout out folks
+He'll kill a motherfucker
+If you real, you don't gotta say your real motherfucker
+Shout out folks
+He'll will kill a motherfucker
+If you real, You don't gotta say your real motherfucker
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+I be off them drugs, dont I
+I hang with the thugs, dont I
+Just like the carpet pulled, dont I
+I be in the latex, dont I
+I fuck the baddest hoes, dont I
+I do 30k a show, dont I
+So name one thing you dont like
+I can name a couple things, yo type, yeahhh
+
+[Bridge: Lil Durk]
+Don’t like, don't like, don't like, don't like, don't like yeah
+Don’t like, don't like, don't like, don't like, don't like yeah
+Don’t like, don't like, don't like, don't like, don't like yeah
+No lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie, no lie21EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Locked Up[Verse]
+I can't see your face, we talk through cellphone
+I salute you a thousand times 'cause you ain't said nothin'
+It hurt your heart when your kids keep telling you you a jailbird
+You don't complain when you don't get visits 'cause you'll get mail first
+You lost your guys, have your sentence and it still hurt
+Please don't think about the streets, put your appeal first
+Before I ever tell a lie, I give you the real first
+Before I ever tell a lie, I give you the real Durk, yeah, turn up
+When you was free, you had them AK
+Whoever think that'd you be passing out a state tray?
+And the squad was mad at Rio 'cause he ain't take 8
+23 years, he surviving off of JPay
+And you ain't gotta send 'em money 'cause they stay straight
+Boona gotta do one more year, I know he can't wait
+They steady throwing Law in the hole 'cause he got a gang case
+And I be steady taking drugs to keep my pain away
+I done did so much time for my gun case
+Look in the mirror, all I see is my son's face
+And my daughter's and my mom's face
+The state came with a plea, get out of my face
+You my friend, not my family, it's a difference
+I know a killer who turned the city up, he snitchin'
+I know you did so why you tellin' me you didn't?
+But I know another killer who turned up as a witness
+Would say they name but I know that ain't none of my business
+You ain't tell on the gang so you say that shit ain't snitchin'
+Tryna throw up my gang, county scratch it out the picture
+Gave the police some guns so they can lighten up they sentence, yeah
+Y'all daddy love y'all, you gon' hear them talkin' shit about me
+I'm from Chicago, if you died then we didn't forget about you
+Fuck with the other side, not me, you can't forget about it
+I witnessed a war inside my city, they kill anybody
+I know a nigga who ain't did it, but he claimed a body
+Niggas got robbed from out of town who just came to party
+And why you decide to play with me? My shorties insane about me
+Your name ain't shit out here, I can name some people who really about it
+I know Coach Ball, he coached with Holland, tried to put him through college
+I started rappin', I dropped out of school, I had my first deposit
+I wasn't gon' finish anyway, being honest
+And I can't do no minimum wage, being honest
+Free all my dawgs who locked up
+Free all my partners who locked up
+Free all my niggas who locked up
+Free all my brothers who locked up
+Free all them killers who locked up
+All them real niggas who locked up
+Free them drug dealers who locked up
+'Cause of Obama, they changed that one law, they gon' pop up2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+My Side[Intro: Lil Durk]
+Ay know what I'm sayin we real get back gang, this ain't no rap shit
+You know what I'm sayin, my side different from these niggas, you know?
+I told YoungBoy, this gon' be the perfect one
+Set us apart from these niggas, we finna set the bar, you know?
+
+[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
+Where I'm from it ain't safe boy it's wild
+Keep a gun cuz I gotta survive
+Nigga better not come tweak on my side
+Nigga know all my niggas gon' ride
+Where I'm from it ain't safe boy it's wild
+Keep a gun cuz I gotta survive
+Nigga better not come tweak on my side
+Nigga know all my niggas gon' ride
+Where I'm from it ain't safe boy it's wild
+Keep a gun cuz I gotta survive
+Nigga better not come tweak on my side
+Nigga know all my niggas gon' ride
+Where I'm from it ain't safe boy it's wild
+Keep a gun cuz I gotta survive
+Nigga better not come tweak on my side
+Nigga know all my niggas gon' ride
+(Mmm)
+Where I'm from it ain't safe boy it's wild
+Keep a gun cuz I gotta survive
+(Mmm)
+Nigga better not come tweak on my side (mm)
+Nigga know all my niggas gon' ride (mm)
+[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
+Fuck who you is, give a fuck where you from
+Nigga ain't comin' around in dat North
+Fuck all that shit nigga I don't want talk
+Where ever we at we gon shoot it out
+I'm up in the hills and I just got house
+Come where you at know you stay witch yo dawg
+Don't shoot out the window hop out spill rounds
+Hit everybody we gon wipe him out
+Two of that lean 'cause I got a lil' cough
+I got 12 grams stuffed in a raw
+Whole lotta guns  up in this fuckin' car
+Whole lotta fire ya we gon take em out
+You been talkin' too reckless yo business on insta
+I won't respond that ain't what I'm bout
+Imma just keep it steady rockin' shows
+I'm steady keep on drivin these cars
+
+[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
+Where I'm from it ain't safe boy it's wild
+Keep a gun cuz I gotta survive
+Nigga better not come tweak on my side
+Nigga know all my niggas gon' ride
+Where I'm from it ain't safe boy it's wild
+Keep a gun cuz I gotta survive
+Nigga better not come tweak on my side
+Nigga know all my niggas gon' ride
+Where I'm from it ain't safe boy it's wild
+Keep a gun cuz I gotta survive
+Nigga better not come tweak on my side
+Nigga know all my niggas gon' ride
+Where I'm from it ain't safe boy it's wild
+Keep a gun cuz I gotta survive
+Nigga better not come tweak on my side
+Nigga know all my niggas gon' ride
+(Mmm)
+Where I'm from it ain't safe boy it's wild
+Keep a gun cuz I gotta survive
+(Mmm)
+Nigga better not come tweak on my side (mm)
+Nigga know all my niggas gon' ride (mm)
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+Lil' nigga, we used to roll with some older cats
+Had macs in the trenches like shoulder straps
+Shoot at me, on your head, put twenty racks
+Where your money at? Why you get over stretched?
+All my niggas off drugs, on stronger acts
+I won't change, I'm  the same, I'm sober [??]
+I just bought a brick and it cost a Patek
+And if I say it's smoke, then they know it's stacked
+My side, my side, that's Lamron
+From the part of the city, they scam hard
+You would sell your own momma heroin (let's get it)
+The kids that you raised they’ll blam some
+Ran off on the plug through a Samsung
+Feds tapping all the iPhones
+Goons lurking like a Plies song
+Get it right before you die wrong
+
+[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
+Where I'm from it ain't safe boy it's wild
+Keep a gun cuz I gotta survive
+Nigga better not come tweak on my side
+Nigga know all my niggas gon' ride
+Where I'm from it ain't safe boy it's wild
+Keep a gun cuz I gotta survive
+Nigga better not come tweak on my side
+Nigga know all my niggas gon' ride
+Where I'm from it ain't safe boy it's wild
+Keep a gun cuz I gotta survive
+Nigga better not come tweak on my side
+Nigga know all my niggas gon' ride
+Where I'm from it ain't safe boy it's wild
+Keep a gun cuz I gotta survive
+Nigga better not come tweak on my side
+Nigga know all my niggas gon' ride
+(Mmm)
+Where I'm from it ain't safe boy it's wild
+Keep a gun cuz I gotta survive
+(Mmm)
+Nigga better not come tweak on my side (mm)
+Nigga know all my niggas gon' ride (mm)3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Don’t Understand Me[Intro]
+Signed to the streets
+Nigga I'm signed to this money signed to my block
+Real nigga shit man only real nigga could relate to this type shit right now
+Free da guys free my real niggas
+
+[Chorus]
+I do this for my family they don't understand me
+No new niggas round me they don't understand me
+I do this for my crew I do this shit for you they don't understand me
+They don't understand me
+They don't understand me
+They don't understand me
+They don't understand me
+They don't understand me
+
+[Verse 1]
+That street shit was getting hectic and them gun shots was getting reckless
+Rome introduced me to hector and I left my kinect naked
+Fo'nem behind four walls, I'll never forget about y'all, always pick up them calls
+Scream free the guys on my blogs
+Send money off to them books even if I gotta sell hooks
+Or go low on my features  that 10 bands come in handy
+So y'all gotta understand me
+Ain't giving passes like manning ain't giving passes like manning
+Bullet burn through his skin like a tanning
+So this is for my loyal niggas no fuckery just loyal niggas
+So this is for my jail niggas get caught in that jam ain't tell niggas
+[Chorus]
+I do this for my family they don't understand me
+No new niggas round me they don't understand me
+I do this for my crew I do this shit for you they don't understand me
+They don't understand me
+They don't understand me
+They don't understand me
+They don't understand me
+They don't understand me
+
+[Verse 2]
+My vision ain't the same vision my livings ain't the same living
+See what you know bout being missing spending plenty weeks in them kitchens
+Spending plenty weeks in them trenches where shit get real, real fast
+Where you get killed fast without a plan you won't last
+See life you only get one
+Your dad took your ass done
+So live it up don't mess it up and give it up
+See I lucked up don't give a fuck I'm too up
+My crew up and y'all is burnt up
+Shooters shoot to kill niggas
+Goofies kill for names
+Real hittas hit to hit
+Fake niggas them niggas ain't got no aim
+
+[Chorus]
+I do this for my family they don't understand me
+No new niggas round me they don't understand me
+I do this for my crew I do this shit for you they don't understand me
+They don't understand me
+They don't understand me
+They don't understand me
+They don't understand me
+They don't understand me7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Switched Up[Intro]
+AyeTM
+
+[Verse]
+All them dawgs that watch yo' moves you gotta play 'em close
+All them drugs stacked in one crib, that's what get raided most
+I know one nigga who love to kill but he get faded first
+You say Nuski name in vain, that's who gon' get it worst
+Chasing who? Not chasing hoes, we chase the millions first
+I had them hoes in my DM when I had a Nicki verse
+I'll cash you out for a whole thirty, you gotta get 'em first
+You mix the ecstasy and Percocets, you itch the worst
+Some of my homies played back then, they know they still bogus
+Quiet as kept, that door still opеn
+And my niggas on what I'm on and I don't feel bogus
+My mind eighty percent in thе streets and I'm still focused
+Who gave me hope when I need it?
+'Nine and 22, gave the streets what they want, got 'em thinking that they beefing
+Know what oppositions say, he quick, they think he Jesus
+Told him he the only one get a pass, that nigga believed us
+How you think you still real? You tricked up on your guys and shit
+How you think you still 300? You switched up on your guys and shit
+Letter to the opps, y'all niggas tricking on y'all lives and shit
+Big teeth and end up in the casket, make 'em slide again
+Went in for another bond but he got denied again
+Cory Brooks told me slow down, but it's my pride again
+Every time a nigga died, they'll blame my side again
+And every bitch I fuck, I tell her bring her side of friends
+Love me or hate me, bitches say I'm crazy, they don't wanna date me, oh
+Love me or hate me, I ain't grow up rich, so the trenches, they made me, oh
+I was finger fucking pistols 'fore I ever got a chance to go and finger fuck these bitches, oh
+I'm regretting how I was raised, all my niggas went to jail, I had to fuck with different niggas, woah
+Fucking fancy bitches, got her dancing with the stars, got it feeling like a groupie ho
+When I pull up in the trenches, they surround me by some killers, but I know that's how they do me now
+[Outro]
+When I be saying I'm the voice, I don't be tryna like
+Tryna run niggas or tell 'em what to do or nothing like that
+I just feel that the streets'll listen to me
+And I'm saying that shit different, you know2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Rich Forever[Intro: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
+The niggas don't know what the bottom feel like
+I want sum day ones, I want a couple of niggas too, you know
+Day ones dem the niggas I used to fuck, ya dig
+Yeaaa
+Shoutout to my brothas
+
+[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
+I just lost my nigga this summer
+First hundred thou', like look at this money
+I tell 'em all the time, who seen it comin'
+We really, really, really came from nothin' like
+I told my boys we rich forever
+I told my boys we rich forever
+Even though I do rappin', man we rich together
+I told my boys we rich forever
+You know what the fuck goin' on nigga
+YFNBC nigga
+Yeaa uh
+
+[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
+Ay I came from nothin'
+Caught sum stains as a yungin'
+I had to flip an onion
+Now might blow a brick in onyx
+My nigga B showed me the road, but ain't shit get funny
+My nigga Nut said I got it now, why they take him from me
+I'm tryna face a fuck nigga, he had faith in a young nigga
+My heart racin', I gotta take it so I'mma make for my niggas
+You gotta crawl before you walk and have patience young nigga
+Yea, some days I feel like you waste a mil nigga
+So I'm fed up, killa keep on tellin' me keep my head up
+Four shows a week, a nigga way up
+So we gon' be rich forever, got my niggas forever, yea yea
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+I just lost my nigga this summer
+First hundred thou', like look at this money
+I tell 'em all the time, who seen it comin'
+We really, really, really came from nothin' like
+I told my boys we rich forever
+I told my boys we rich forever
+Even though I do rappin', man we rich together
+I told my boys we rich forever
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+Street nigga wit label money, free Charles, he stayed 100
+See Nuski, they took 'em from me, free Glocks for everybody
+Just use 'em for whoever want it, 200 to California
+Hooded y'all on that corner, I die for this Arizona
+Appeal money for 10 niggas, can't say no I gotta get it
+Ain't got grammys but got grams
+Hit the road and go get it
+Dthang wit me, where his
+Number one sellin' urban
+I do it I like I do hits
+Losing niggas the worse
+BM don't want me wit cus
+She like my cup, she dirty
+But me, I can't change
+I tell her ain't that perfect
+I came from shit, I came from mud, nothin'
+You ain't blood, but we mud brothas
+I lost my niggas, I say fuck summer
+Go, ay!
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+I just lost my nigga this summer
+First hundred thou', like look at this money
+I tell 'em all the time, who seen it comin'
+We really, really, really came from nothin' like
+I told my boys we rich forever
+I told my boys we rich forever
+Even though I do rappin', man we rich together
+I told my boys we rich forever3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Lord Don’t Make Me Do It[Chorus]
+Sometimes I get the urge to kill a bitch (Kill that ho)
+And I ain't even violent (And I ain't even violent)
+That's why a nigga gotta plead the fifth (I gotta plead the fifth)
+Sometimes it's good to stay silent (It's good to stay silent)
+
+[Post Chorus]
+Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it)
+Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it)
+Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it)
+Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it)
+Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it)
+Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it)
+Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it)
+Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it)(Let's get it)
+
+[Verse 1]
+She steady threatening me with these court dates (I ain't scared)
+Unfollow bitches from my Insta (Stupid ass bitch)
+That's why I'm single like I am (Let's get it)
+And I'll never be a Mr (Can't wife these hoes)
+See my twenty steady breaking up my window
+So I gotta chill, stay low in these rims though
+Just how he hit it, he gon' make an example of me
+Shit, and I gotta case pending (Let's get it)
+Cause these hoes steady calling my ho
+Had this bitch steady breaking my code
+Is it my finger prints from my 5S
+Or one of my stuck up ass hoes?
+Hold up let me think, let me take a drink
+Cause I don't really know if no one care what a motherfucker think (Don't give a fuck)
+I'ma go crazy (I'ma go crazy), I'ma go crazy (I'ma go crazy)
+And nobody sane (Let's get it!)
+[Chorus]
+Sometimes I get the urge to kill a bitch (Kill that ho)
+And I ain't even violent (And I ain't even violent)
+That's why a nigga gotta plead the fifth (I gotta plead the fifth)
+Sometimes it's good to stay silent (It's good to stay silent)
+
+[Post Chorus]
+Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it)
+Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it)
+Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it)
+Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it)
+Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it)
+Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it)
+Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it)
+Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it)
+(Let's get it)
+
+[Verse 2]
+Out of all your friends you the best (You I choose)
+So I won't cheat on you for them that ain't my status (Hoe I'm sorry)
+Fucking with these broke ass niggas (They broke), don't know what cash is (Let's get it)
+See I just spent like twenty on a car, I got twenty in glasses
+What you mad at me for?
+Bitch stop tripping like you ain't never had it before (Bitch you had it)
+And you gon' give me that ass, one time you gon' give me that work
+Bitch get on my nerve (I hate that ho)
+I'ma fuck all your friends to get easy (Get easy), you mad why you tweaking? (Bitch)
+Should've told the judge you gon' let me see my kids every weekend
+I do it cause I'm rich, I ain't really gotta reason (I'm rich)
+I'm packing my shit and I'm leaving
+[Chorus]
+Sometimes I get the urge to kill a bitch (Kill that ho)
+And I ain't even violent (And I ain't even violent)
+That's why a nigga gotta plead the fifth (I gotta plead the fifth)
+Sometimes it's good to stay silent (It's good to stay silent)
+
+[Post Chorus]
+Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it)
+Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it)
+Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it)
+Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it)
+Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it)
+Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it)
+Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it)
+Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it)
+(Let's get it)26EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+100 Rounds[Chorus]
+That street shit, I want it now I’m out here (why they ain’t around)
+They snatched me I can’t make a sound
+I just bought a chopper with 100 rounds
+That’s why my niggas going bananas (that’s why my niggas going crazy)
+That’s why my niggas going bananas (that’s why my niggas going crazy)
+That’s why my niggas going bananas (that’s why my niggas going crazy)
+I just bought a chopper with 100 round
+
+[Verse]
+I Just bought a chopper, gave it to Numbanine
+Slipping up in traffic that’s a 1 to 9
+I catch an opp on traffic Imma gun him down
+Posted up on normal on the summer time
+My block my block, you an opp, you get shot
+That drum beating like chop
+So get back or get that
+Now run up on me and get wacked, in other words get stretched
+And if Durk is here he’s gonna catch
+Headshot, fuck a vest that’ll traumatize him more
+Shout out to them O-boys, niggas snitching like ole boy
+Niggas ain’t say shit, that family shit ain’t mean shit
+If you snitch, then you get stiched
+That family shit ain’t mean shit
+If you snitch, then you get stiched
+[Chorus]
+That street shit, I want it now I’m out here (why they ain’t around)
+They snatched me I can’t make a sound
+I just bought a chopper with 100 rounds
+That’s why my niggas going bananas (that’s why my niggas going crazy)
+That’s why my niggas going bananas (that’s why my niggas going crazy)
+That’s why my niggas going bananas (that’s why my niggas going crazy)
+I just bought a chopper with 100 round
+
+[Verse 2]
+Free my nigga mikey, he got bumped for murder
+Niggas paranoid and bro ain’t even worried
+Judge on his dick, so he used the jury
+I just hope they don’t throw him the jersey life
+Drama shit I finish a lot of shit, savage shit, poker face
+See a stain, I’m all in OTF we all win, niggas say we ballin
+Got them mad, got them niggas hating, got them frauding
+That drug money, I need it now
+I got these niggas mad, I’m around That drug money
+I need it now, I got these niggas mad, I’m around(Lets get it)
+
+[[Chorus]]
+That street shit, I want it now I’m out here (why they ain’t around)
+They snatched me I can’t make a sound
+I just bought a chopper with 100 rounds
+That’s why my niggas going bananas (that’s why my niggas going crazy)
+That’s why my niggas going bananas (that’s why my niggas going crazy)
+That’s why my niggas going bananas (that’s why my niggas going crazy)
+I just bought a chopper with 100 round8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Benihana[Intro: Kodak Black]
+Big Ze shit
+Zo shit, no ho shit
+Z's up 'til I freeze up
+DJ on the beat, so it's a banger
+
+[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
+Ayy, money hungry, I went to Beni-hundreds
+Ordered up a brick, they whipped it right in front of me
+I'm a brutal youngin, I'm out here road running
+Went to Benihanas, I told 'em no onion
+I be thuggin' by myself, I never need nobody
+I'm off so much molly got me creepin' through sideways
+Go and ask the streets about me, fuck what all the blogs say, baby
+Jumpin' out with that woolie right in broad day, baby
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+I was raised by myself, I don't need guides
+I was trappin' by myself in my Levi's
+So awful how you broke my heart
+Mmh, mm-mm-mm
+Yeah, they gon' shoot
+Yeah, this what they do
+(Tih, grah), hang out that roof
+Fuck everybody, that's my mood
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+Bro want to cut with a MAC on him
+2K for the jeans with the patch on it
+I was done with the Act, now I'm back on it
+Don't sub-tweet, just at homie, yeah
+Snitch a part of your charge
+Bad bitch give me a massage
+Lil' scammer, swipe your card
+Keep hammers, I'm livin' large
+My heart is forever scarred
+Yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah
+I had dreams of being rich as hell
+Confused when you talk, can people tell?
+I'ma go trap with a digital scale
+I'ma talk pounds when they get through the mail
+Nigga might tell you not fit for the jail
+How you gon' feel when a nigga get killed?
+First time countin' a mil, got chills
+Back then, eatin' meals on wheels
+Die for the gang 'cause I know I will
+Made it out with no idea
+Shawties got all on in that club door 'cause they didn't ID 'em
+Shawty name never in that stuff, he don't go IG
+Niggas always talking too tough, nigga, what it is
+And I scream, "Free Boona," fuck what he did, yeah
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+I was raised by myself, I don't need guides
+I was trappin' by myself in my Levi's
+So awful how you broke my heart
+Mmh, mm-mm-mm
+Yeah, they gon' shoot
+Yeah, this what they do
+(Tih, grah), hang out that roof
+Fuck everybody, that's my mood1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Ride 4 Me[Chorus]
+I waited for you
+I waited for you
+I know they gon' ride for me
+I know they gon' ride for me
+I know they gon' ride for me
+I know they gon' ride for me
+I cried out with no reply
+And I can't feel you by my side
+
+[Verse 1]
+How can I not fuck with the niggas I grew up with
+Damn gunner hunters every time I see 'em
+Hasta la vista, nah 'cause I'm coming back
+I love to rap, I love the trap
+Mama tripping but she know I'm strapped
+The city want me dead, money on my head
+On nuski, I ain't scared, I'm going (To the crib)
+No cash so I had to steal nigga
+Ain't feel it was too real niggas
+Even nights I wanted to kill niggas
+Plenty nights I ain't even feel niggas
+Always kept it hunnid like a bread
+Gimme guns when I ain't had no sets
+Ain't been back since
+Ever since niggas on tricks, fuck 'em
+The streets on fire
+Gotta keep my pole on me
+My old homie told on me
+Keep my gold on me
+They'll kill me before they rob me
+But they know I ain't going homie
+They know I ain't going homie
+[Chorus]
+I cried out with no reply
+And I can't feel you by my side
+I cried out with no reply
+And I can't feel you by my side
+
+[Verse 2]
+Grew up in the ghetto the hard way
+Pipes in the hallway
+Where youngins be turning to killers
+And killing these niggas in broad day
+Me? I went the smart way
+Started rapping for the large cake
+House on the hill
+Ain't worried 'bout a deal
+I'ma do it the hard way
+I'ma turn up for my real niggas
+And get money with my real niggas
+Since I was a young nigga
+They knew I was a problem
+I'ma get money and keep it real
+I'ma get money and keep it real
+Keep it trill
+Fuck a deal
+Bitch, I'm paid
+Yeah, yeah
+Yeah, yeah
+Bitch, I'm paid
+[Interlude]
+I just wanna keep it real for me niggas, man
+Everybody get this money, man
+So I'ma turn up with 'em
+
+[Chorus]
+I cried out with no reply
+And I can't feel you by my side
+I cried out with no reply
+And I can't feel you by my side
+I waited for you
+I waited for you7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+India, Pt. II[Intro]
+Baby
+
+[Chorus]
+Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
+Shawty, I love you, yeah
+Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
+I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
+Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
+Shawty, I love you, yeah
+Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
+I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
+Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
+Ooh, you know you got it
+Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
+Ooh, you know you nasty
+Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
+Ooh, she call me daddy
+Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
+Ooh, she knows she got it
+
+[Verse]
+Shawty squeeze in them jeans
+Touch her knees, make her scream
+I sip lean, I sip lean
+Gucci sneaks, shopping sprees
+Shawty, she my cup of tea
+Please, don't give up on me
+Lord, got me shopping rings, so cold
+And I think you know
+What you doing to my mind and my soul
+I popped a lot of pills, I freak you like I will
+She ain't let me miss no meal
+My feelings in it for real
+For real, for real, for real, for real
+For real, for real, for real, for real, yeah
+Girl, I'm so for real, the first time was a hell of a night
+I'ma spoil you for whatever, have whatever you like (Hahaha)
+I say I won't fall in love, but I was never so right
+I seen you fall in love with goofys, I was never yo' type
+I told my mom, you a make a hell of a wife
+I know they mad we live a hell of a life
+Trust issues, so confused
+It's me and you, fuck the rules
+I wanna suck your toes, baby, take off your shoes (Yeah)
+They say I'm nasty 'cause I wanna lick your ass cheek
+This yo' last chance, hit that handstand, make that ass dance
+Who yo man is? Off that Xanax, have some drug sex (Yeah)
+Durkio!
+All in your home
+Durkio!
+All in your home
+[Chorus]
+Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
+Shawty, I love you, yeah
+Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
+I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
+Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
+Shawty, I love you, yeah
+Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
+I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
+Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
+Ooh, you know you got it
+Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
+Ooh, you know you nasty
+Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
+Ooh, she call me daddy
+Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
+Ooh, she knows she got it
+
+[Interlude: India & Lil Durk]
+Nobody understands why we love each other the way we do
+(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
+(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
+But it ain't for them to understand
+We not out here tryna be relationship goals
+(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
+This real, we don't care about none of that internet stuff
+(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
+We don't care about none of that shade
+(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
+People seem to always shade what they wish they had
+(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
+We make each other happy
+(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
+We keeping around whatever makes us happy
+(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
+And why it makes us happy is our business
+[Chorus]
+Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
+Shawty, I love you, yeah
+Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
+I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
+Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
+Shawty, I love you, yeah
+Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
+I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you
+Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
+Ooh, you know you got it
+Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
+Ooh, you know you nasty
+Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
+Ooh, she call me daddy
+Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
+Ooh, she knows she got it4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Chiraq (Remix)[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Niggas say me and Sosa beefin' but we both eatin', but only one keep it
+Told Law he take 15 years, every crime we did we gon Keep It Secret
+Can't Tweet Teyana corporate nigga lookin, so what I’m on I gotta Keep It Secret
+That face no Stevie no Mimi, I promise Teyana that I won't leak it
+Gripped the 30 just cashed out, if you caught stripping, then you assed out
+I'm the same nigga that my city asked about while you in the cut steady buying clout
+Fuck the judge, let 9 out, hairpin trigger, let 9 out
+Four birds in the trap like
+4 wings at Harold’s with fries covered in mild sauce
+Everytime a nigga rap beef, get clapped up in a couple weeks
+IG comments and a couple tweets, location on we can go and meet
+Headshot, I'm outta town, I'm in Killadelphia with my nigga Meek
+Pop a wheelie in N-Y-C I got the 30 on with my nigga, Flee
+Heard Tyga sneak dissing on me, tell them thot bitches I'm not right
+Tyga only got one name but that nigga ain't got one stripe
+He backpack, so easy to get the nigga shit snatched
+Ask Marly Marl to get his shit back
+In Chiraq, don't come here
+You ain't from here? Don't come here!
+Cause shorty snipin', bag on him if he don't like this
+No Young Chop, that .40 bangs, just like him
+30 punch like Tyson
+Back to the rap flow, hot shit
+Fuck I gotta rap for, got bricks
+Every city I go, got sticks
+Pockets Wells Fargo, no bricks
+Say I'm on top now, no shit
+You can never say I, wife shit
+I don't even like shit
+I just pipe shit
+One night shit
+LA with killas and thuggers
+New York SlowBucks them my brothers
+A-T-L with Migos and Young Thugger
+We go shoot shit up in public
+And they gotta urge to take
+Chiraq, look at the murder rate
+500 dead bodies, better go and get money 'fore you be on first 48
+[Verse 2: OTF NuNu]
+I started rappin these niggas hatin'
+They mad as hell and I ain't even made it
+Only real niggas
+My niggas hitters
+They drilling shit with no conversation
+Got a hand gun shooting chopper shells
+You can try to run bet you won't make it
+You in love with hoes, I'm in love with money
+That's the only time you can catch me cakin'
+O-T-F we a empire
+We blowing up, It's a domination
+Got hitters for your hitters
+My niggas be with it
+Money on my mind so i gotta go get it
+Niggas want war? they can start, I'm gonna finish
+Gotta keep my shells no time for a witness
+Tweak with the squad that's bad for your business
+Guns like the army we something like a menace
+Mixing that lean I'm something like a chemist
+And I started from the bottom
+From the Rags to the Riches
+Snitching on the guys, you'll die, fuck stitches
+Got wholes in the tec, I ain't worried about glitches
+Straight from the gutter in the hood of the trenches
+Play with the gang, fuck wet, I'm gonna drench you
+Running this game first down, couple innings
+Got a motherfucking broom never did like witches (4x)
+Real niggas sign up
+Broke niggas band
+Bitch this Chiraq
+Where yo ten year niggas might fuck around and switch up
+Where that twitter beef will get a nigga killed so if you talking shit, strap up
+Where a lot of niggas wanna tote the strap but when it's drill time they won't bust
+Got blood all on my loafers
+Them guns cocked for them roaches
+I'm turning up, making boss moves, got music all on Pandora
+This our year and you know it
+My cars came with a chauffeur
+We smoking leaves, no clovers
+And them fried niggas expose them
+My pistol on me, don't touch me
+Finessing game so don't trust me
+Them bullets hit him, they skinned his head
+Better thank God you got lucky
+Double cup, can't see the ice
+So you know my shit a lil muddy
+Christian Lewis about fifteen hundred
+So you know the bottle a look bloody
+OTF we the money team
+A couple boss niggas getting money
+Bro-ski yea used to torch the Opps can't believe they took Jay money
+Can't trust bitches, I know the game
+They do anything for that money
+Bitch this Chiraq, not the windy city
+Where we catch you off and it get ugly
+[Verse 3: Edai]
+Six Hundred shit
+Man I really spit about situations I live nigga
+When I was seventeen I grabbed the seventeen
+And I took the block from my big niggas
+Its some niggas around me that act real
+But I ain't never seen one real nigga
+A lot of rap niggas around me signed
+Trying to turn me up so I can get bigger
+So it's fuck them
+You got a chain, better tuck it
+I was posted up on that block nigga
+It was war time, it was busting
+Niggas play that role on that Instagram straight cuffing
+Its fuck a bitch, I don't love her
+And if I love the bitch I don't trust her
+She suck me up with no sucker
+On six hundred no duckin
+Ain't sneak dissing on nobody
+But when I was in the field they wasn't, sucka
+Ride up on a opp's block
+And catch a nigga with they pants down
+Knew Lil Jay ain't want war
+I heard the lil nigga dance now
+Grew up in them projects
+Then I jumped straight on that block shit
+Ridin around with Cdai and Rondo they on hot shit
+Know a couple rappers that rap about it
+But they ain't never really shot shit
+Say they manning up and they bandin up
+Them card crackers get got quick
+[Verse 4: Lil Herb]
+Know a couple niggas that's down to ride
+For a homicide when it's drama time
+Run up on a nigga with the llamas flyin'
+Leave his loved ones all traumatized
+One-fifty I'm really with it
+I'll drop his ass and then forget it
+I'm the man round my side of town
+Might see a bitch and forget I hit it
+I'm a young nigga I be gettin' money
+Take your bitch from you
+And these niggas don't get no respect
+I'ma stay 100 till I'm 6 under
+Matter fact I gotta keep it 150
+For every nigga that's gon' come with me
+I'm on Roc Block with a new semi and a blue Bentley it do 160
+Smoke a lot a of weed
+Like fuck kidneys, put a dutch in me
+Got a 40 on me, I don't trust any
+And if any nigga ever try to end me
+I'ma die shooting prayin' God forgive me
+You too busy hating you can't get no paper, why are y'all so silly?
+Straight killers I can call so many
+I don't love no bitches but my mom, my sister, and my gun and Nicki
+I'm in Hollywood came from Kingston Food
+Shorties standing in the streets with tools
+Where I'm from we don't play no games
+Ain't no April fools, you will make the news
+Where I hang we don't say no names
+If you talk to cops I stay away from you
+Keep your mouth shut in them investigations
+You'll be out the station in a day or two
+Dedication and a little patience
+Lead to domination on my way to greatness
+Don't put yourself up in a situation
+Puttin' my relations in your conversations
+Shoot a opposition with no hesitation
+You get my position then you better take it
+Know some young bulls from a while back
+Tryna leave the game but they never made it
+I got old shit, killin' your shit
+On a couple tracks, I just never played it
+Pussy nigga you don't want war
+I got old clips bitch I'm Baron Davis
+Pussy nigga you don't want war
+I got old clips bitch I'm Baron Davis7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Pass the Water[Verse 1]
+And I got my feet up, drink tequila, I done made it, y'all
+Bro’nem caught a drug case, he got keys like he Alicia, y'all
+Why the ones you love'll tend to leave whenever you need ’em most?
+Even though we ain't got no bond like we used to, at least I call
+DA gave his ass charge, charge, charge, he beat 'em all
+Tried to turn himself when he got caught, but he couldn't see tomorrow
+I got dark angels, better hope the alarm save you
+I'm a devil wearing Palm Angels, gun hid under the car cable
+Tryna get that reward, ain't you?
+Sip lean, I pour maple
+You my dawg, but you swore I hate you
+Raw hoes, we give 'em facials
+The ones that ran'll still run
+We fell out and I still come
+I feel all these tears runnin’
+Make me wanna kill something, oh
+
+[Chorus]
+Pass the water, rollin’
+I pop all these drugs like I pop Ibuprofen
+I carry my gun 'cause I cannot be loafin’
+I miss all my dawgs, I'm sorry I told him
+
+[Verse 2]
+Why they think I'm lying? I carry my Glock inside my Tommies
+Why they think I'm lying? When I’m off these drugs, I'm feeling zombie
+Long way from designer, I used to be rocking Abercrombie
+Muslim, the school ain't never serve me salami
+'Cause I was the baddest nigga, used to run around in the grammar school
+You turn your savage up and got a check, they gon' inherent you
+You gave him a chance and he came back, how he gon' get mad at you?
+And you damn near gotta go watch your back whenever they scared of you
+Wash your hands with that bleach, wash off that gunpowder
+Family never know what I'm doing unless my mama tell 'em
+And I was standing in that rain with a Louis umbrella
+Tell the truth, I'm not a goofy, but you got me jealous
+Police come, I stash the drugs inside my Perry Ellis
+I was sipping purple to the bone, I wasn't drinking yellow
+And I used to like to sip alone 'cause I could drink it better
+And I overslept for real, I wasn't skipping classes
+[Chorus]
+Pass the water, rollin'
+I pop all these drugs like I pop Ibuprofen
+I carry my gun 'cause I cannot be loafin'
+I miss all my dawgs, I'm sorry I told him
+(ForeignGotEm)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Not the Same[Intro]
+(Ah, G Fresh)
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+
+[Verse 1]
+And I be happy when I rush into them bright lights
+She gave a discount on her pussy for that fight night
+I'm makin' love songs to the streets, make sure my mic right
+Pop a Perky, Perky, bye-bye 'cause it's night-night
+I told my brothers I can't change with all this limelight
+He say I'm a snake, but that's the reason I say slime, right?
+I put baguettes around my watch, make sure the time right
+No face, make sure his casket closed, make sure he die right
+No, no, talkin' to the po-po's a nah-nah
+If he did, we comin' out the cut like ta-da
+Brrah, brrah, force from that Draco make him cha-cha
+Street nigga, I came from this concrete, this my block
+Lesson, this shit is a blessin'
+I came up from nothin', I keep on progressin'
+Reckless, I go off my actions
+You snitchin', you infected, you let they ass finesse it, uh-oh
+
+[Chorus]
+The streets will never be, the streets is not the same
+The streets will never be, the streets is not the same
+I talk about my past with a melody
+I made it out the slumps with a felony
+You let your homie die, that's what you tellin' me
+My unc' a pimp, he let me sit down on his leopard seats
+[Verse 2]
+It ain't about me, it's about my kids, it's a legacy
+I'm goin' to trial, so my lawyer keep preparin' me
+I wasn't gon' grab that Lamb', but the streets kept on darin' me
+And I'll kill 'em niggas dead, they think they scarin' me
+Can't be no donor on my ID, that's important
+Do so much drugs, I know it fucked up all my organs
+I know a couple niggas died for they Jordans
+He a mass murderer, he tried to be like Jordan
+Expensive lifestyle, every day I'm spendin' your mortgage
+Looked at my past, like look at me now, this shit enormous
+Looked at my past, like, why I was walkin' 'round with a Taurus?
+Judge ain't try to clear me, I was tryna go to Bora Bora
+See this shit, this my lifestyle
+I just need a pill right now
+I'm so high, just turn the lights down
+I'm so high, just turn the lights down
+
+[Chorus]
+The streets will never be, the streets is not the same
+The streets will never be, the streets is not the same
+I talk about my past with a melody
+I made it out the slumps with a felony
+You let your homie die, that's what you tellin' me
+My unc' a pimp, he let me sit down on his leopard seats1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Money Walk[Intro: Lil Durk]
+Approach me right, nigga
+Gang, L
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Pour the drank
+I'm just sippin' good while they rollin stank
+Diamond chain, bitches get so thirsty for these Cuban links
+Real nigga, don't gotta prove it period, fuck what you think
+Real killers, yo ass will be dead before you even blink
+Gang
+Walkin' like I got money, I'mma do the money walk
+Walkin' like I got money, I'mma do the money walk
+Walkin' like I got money, I'mma do the money walk
+Real nigga with a lot of bands, let the money talk
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Pulled up to the trap, dropped me a load off
+Bitch geek when they see me ride with these doors off
+Wanna fuck with my chain taking her clothes off
+Pour a seven-with-seven, bitch I gotta doze off
+Rollie cost me thirty thous, make my jeweler proud
+Glock drum, move the crowd, opp pack smoking too loud
+New Mike's three-fifty, new yeezy boosts two thous
+I used to want one bitch, broski I got two now
+Strippers want these singles bitch, come dance for it
+Looking at my watch, bitch I paid bands for it
+And she want the Molly quick, Aiki got a gram for her
+Trap nigga with a lot of cash, and I'm paid for
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Pour the drank
+I'm just sippin' good while they rollin stank
+Diamond chain, bitches get so thirsty for these Cuban links
+Real nigga, don't gotta prove it period, fuck what you think
+Real killers, yo ass will be dead before you even blink
+Gang
+Walkin' like I got money, I'mma do the money walk
+Walkin' like I got money, I'mma do the money walk
+Walkin' like I got money, I'mma do the money walk
+Real nigga with a lot of bands, let the money talk
+
+[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
+Four Cuban links, that's a quarter mil', thats the Money Walk
+Little nigga tweeting on twitter, tell em let the Money talk
+I let the shooter bang it out, all that flexing ain't about
+Big money, big gun, big boss shit nigga, my bank account
+Millionaire status, billionaire focus
+Got a plug in the yay', I got bricks in a Focus
+I got plug like the socket, real plugs you can't stop it nigga
+Whenever we talk about money, mention me I'm the topic
+I been state-to-state, real estate, then I hit Privé
+I just ordered steak, in the ace, tryna' digest the hate
+I been in UK, getting the pounds, tryna hol it down
+Represent the town, tryna ride my wave, you bound to drown
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Pour the drank
+I'm just sippin' good while they rollin stank
+Diamond chain, bitches get so thirsty for these Cuban links
+Real nigga, don't gotta prove it period, fuck what you think
+Real killers, yo ass will be dead before you even blink
+Gang
+Walkin' like I got money, I'mma do the money walk
+Walkin' like I got money, I'mma do the money walk
+Walkin' like I got money, I'mma do the money walk
+Real nigga with a lot of bands, let the money talk6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Rebellious[Intro]
+This a Hood Famous production
+Go  Grizz
+Winners  Circle
+
+[Chorus]
+I still got family in the hood, this shit for real
+And I swear they on my mind when I'm off them pills
+Only  thing on they mind go and kill
+Told  my granny I can't deny, gotta pay her bills
+She said I'm the reason for his death, it gave me chills
+I  thought my life was supposed to change when I got that deal
+So this is how it feel (Yeah), this is how it feel
+
+[Verse 1]
+Niggas' vibes different, you even smile different
+I even fall out with the niggas that I know'll ride with me
+I  lost cousins to these streets, it make my high different
+I left Ikey around some pounds when the job missing
+I put my bitch on JetSmarter, she even fly different
+Thirty pair of Amiri jeans, I say my fly different
+Even though I'm rich, I'm still Lamron, so all my guys trippin'
+I know y'all miss me, I miss y'all too, but I'm out the Chi with it
+Whoever thought the bitch we slept around was scamless
+If you gon' cheat on him, don't cheat on him with the fellas
+I'm around millionaires, I'ma change, let them tell it
+Everybody around me gang, we rebellious
+[Chorus]
+I still got family in the hood, this shit for real
+And I swear they on my mind when I'm off them pills
+Only thing on they mind go and kill
+Told my granny I can't deny, gotta pay her bills
+She said I'm the reason for his death, it gave me chills
+I thought my life was supposed to change when I got that deal
+So this is how it feel (Yeah), this is how it feel
+
+[Verse 2]
+A lot of nights I be smiling, but I still be so lonely
+DeeDee my roadie, so I'ma know how he feel if he lose his motion
+Nowadays, you ask a nigga for a favor, he gon' think you owe him
+Shit built in me since 2012, you play and I'ma show 'em
+They'll bust your brain, you think I'm playin', you better tuck your chain
+Nowadays they goin' off the murders, they don't go off names
+But let a nigga play with me, his life gon' go in flame
+They say I got some kids out right now that I do not claim
+I know I don't so, lil' bitch, chill, you steady chasing fame
+I'm tryna figure out why you squeal and got a big name
+Take my pain, my pain away, away, away, away
+
+[Chorus]
+I still got family in the hood, this shit for real
+And I swear they on my mind when I'm off them pills
+Only thing on they mind go and kill
+Told my granny I can't deny, gotta pay her bills
+She said I'm the reason for his death, it gave me chills
+I thought my life was supposed to change when I got that deal
+So this is how it feel (Yeah), this is how it feel1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Fly High[Intro: Sample]
+Taking it slow, feeding my flame
+Shuffling the cards of your game
+And just in time, in the right place
+Suddenly I will play my ace
+
+[Chorus: French Montana]
+Said it's money on our side, niggas talking 5 shots
+Niggas talking fire hot
+It's money on our side, niggas talking 5 shots
+Said it's money on our side, niggas talking 5 shots
+Niggas talking fire hot
+To the top we're flying high
+Flying high, flying high, flying high
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+I did two on my first case, next case 21, the worst case
+I was 21 when I really sing the birthday
+I know niggas die before they seen they 10th birthday
+Niggas talk to me about fire
+Told my niggas I'd be rich they called me liar
+And now they buyin' fame but get burnt playing with this lighter
+I come through late nights with this 40 and bright they night up
+They grabbed NumbaNine for a homicide
+Left me traumatized, now I'm screamin' fuck the other side
+Rider, grab the glizzy, I'mma slide 'em
+Fuck all these rumors, I keep my pride on [?]
+[Chorus: French Montana]
+Said it's money on our side, niggas talking 5 shots
+Niggas talking fire hot
+It's money on our side, niggas talking 5 shots
+Said it's money on our side, niggas talking 5 shots
+Niggas talking fire hot
+To the top we're flying high
+Flying high, flying high, flying high
+
+[Verse 2: French Montana]
+Got a million when I bought a Ghost
+I don't date, I rather play the joke
+In that European riding with a burner
+If a nigga run up on me I'mma burn him
+Nigga make me love it first
+Nowhere to turn when niggas turn up
+100 racks, bought 'em on the flyer
+100 clip, don't play with that fire
+They caught Max for the seven five
+Left me traumatized, fuck the other side
+Chiraq, Southside with Durk
+Coke boy nigga till the dirt
+
+[Chorus: French Montana]
+Said it's money on our side, niggas talking 5 shots
+Niggas talking fire hot
+It's money on our side, niggas talking 5 shots
+Said it's money on our side, niggas talking 5 shots
+Niggas talking fire hot
+To the top we're flying high
+Flying high, flying high, flying high15EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Gunz and Money[Chorus]
+Sorry we don't know you bitch
+Who you rollin' with?
+Free my bronem out the pen
+We been some killers since
+My block, my niggas smoking shit
+That's how we rollin' shit
+We do magic pull up on them Hocus Pocus shit
+Guns and money
+Guns and money
+Guns and money
+Guns and money
+Guns and money
+Guns and money
+Guns and money
+Guns and money
+
+[Verse 1]
+300 who I'm rollin' with
+Called up bro we smokin' shit
+If we broke we pokin' him
+Act like you don't know this shit
+Sip lean to stay focus shit
+Fed my block with dope and pics
+Perculins with coke and shit
+Fifty shots we drummin' shit
+Fefe we don't come to them
+We see a opp we punish him
+Word to Nuski killer
+Word to Chino killer
+Word to Moski killer
+We know we gon' kill you
+You know we don't feel you
+You know we gon' get 'em
+They know we them niggas
+They know we them niggas
+Bang bro hoes we brothers bitch
+THF my brothers bitch
+Got caught on some other shit
+Throw out the case like Cutler bitch
+One night ain't no cuddle bitch
+Rex throw me a rubber bitch
+Can't go raw can't trust a bitch
+I can't take care of the kids
+[Chorus]
+Sorry we don't know you bitch
+Who you rollin' with?
+Free my bronem out the pen
+We been some killers since
+My block, my niggas smoking shit
+That's how we rollin' shit
+We do magic pull up on them Hocus Pocus shit
+Guns and money
+Guns and money
+Guns and money
+Guns and money
+Guns and money
+Guns and money
+Guns and money
+Guns and money
+
+[Verse 2]
+Foenem they be wackin' shit
+I ain't with that lackin' shit
+Carry 40s Macs and shit
+Ink his back like tats and shit
+I be up on racks and shit
+I do what's in my raps and shit
+Fuck a bitch off my IG don't post my shit relax lil' bitch
+Cali sippin' act' and tec I don't how to act with that
+I'm a G with this new K
+Like I'm with the alphabet
+Call up BJ from the pound no bake but he gon' make them cakes
+Late night drivin' on some boppin' shit
+Go out west with that
+Put them niggas on you
+Yeah they'll done you
+Can't go home late night cause I put them niggas on you
+Yeah, yeah
+OTF 300 nigga this the year
+[Chorus]
+Sorry we don't know you bitch
+Who you rollin' with?
+Free my bronem out the pen
+We been some killers since
+My block, my niggas smoking shit
+That's how we rollin' shit
+We do magic pull up on them Hocus Pocus shit
+Guns and money
+Guns and money
+Guns and money
+Guns and money
+Guns and money
+Guns and money
+Guns and money
+Guns and money
+
+[Outro]
+Pow!5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+One Night[Chorus]
+We don't love these hoes, I only want one night
+Then pass her to my bros, I only want one night
+These niggas lovin' hoes, I only want one night
+These niggas cuffin' hoes, I only want one night
+I only want one night
+I only want one night
+These niggas lovin hoes, I only want one night
+These niggas lovin hoes, I only want one night
+These niggas lovin hoes, I only want one night
+These niggas cuffin' hoes, I only want one night
+
+[Verse 1]
+Fuck the bitch and passed her, got on my louie glasses
+She just wanna fuck, I like my bitches nasty
+Bankroll shawty, ain't no need for cracking
+You need it when you done, you ain't gotta ask
+I turned her to an eater, can't worry bout no bitch
+We dont even need her, just one time with that bitch
+I'm right here in the spot, can't worry about no bitch
+300, OTF she gone fuck off strength
+No sex, just neck, just pass her to my squad
+Free bro, free rex, for them boys I go hard
+You probably like the rest, we ain't like the rest
+I'm leanin' everyday like I like to rest
+[Chorus]
+We don't love these hoes, I only want one night
+Then pass her to my bros, I only want one night
+These niggas lovin' hoes, I only want one night
+These niggas cuffin' hoes, I only want one night
+I only want one night
+I only want one night
+These niggas lovin hoes, I only want one night
+These niggas lovin hoes, I only want one night
+These niggas lovin hoes, I only want one night
+These niggas cuffin' hoes, I only want one night
+
+[Verse 2]
+Stacks of hell of bands, do the money dance
+She only got one dollar, that mean you gotta chance
+Everybody up, bankcount plan
+To do the president, she gotta do hell of friends
+Fuck alot of these hoes, wifing hoes, dont do those
+She thinking bout two nights, adios amigos
+That turn down for what, I'm turned up, turnt up
+Rob who? you crazy boy, don't get burned up
+Strip club going up, bro nem' pouring up
+Ten thousand ones, still bitches wanna fuck
+Stripper bitches eat us, I know the hoes eat us
+Black cards and visa's, foreign cars we keep coming by
+[Chorus]
+We don't love these hoes, I only want one night
+Then pass her to my bros, I only want one night
+These niggas lovin' hoes, I only want one night
+These niggas cuffin' hoes, I only want one night
+I only want one night
+I only want one night
+These niggas lovin hoes, I only want one night
+These niggas lovin hoes, I only want one night
+These niggas lovin hoes, I only want one night
+These niggas cuffin' hoes, I only want one night1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Make It Back[Chorus]
+I wake up in the morning take a piss and grab the strap
+Then I wipe my eyes and then I pour a cup of Act
+I gotta check the strap cause bitches don't know how to act
+I fucked it off the night before I gotta make it back, gang
+I gotta make it back gang, gang
+I gotta make it back gang gang
+I gotta make it back gang gang
+I gotta make it back gang gang
+Gang gang
+
+[Verse 1:]
+Trap house shooting craps and shit
+Why Varney got the Mac and shit
+Love her she'll whack a bitch
+While Tracy and them be wrapping bricks
+The bitch I used to call my sis I filled the lil hoe up with dick
+Now she call niggas her brothers but I know I’m used to it
+Gucci slides fuck her in the window while I'm serving pies
+Try to slide got this choppa on me and I leave him fried
+Homicide took his face apart he unidentified
+50k up in my lawyer just in case they looking for me
+I can't stand the smell of that work
+That's why my brothers cook it for me
+30k a show don't call my phone just book it for me
+Money in my hand that fast money fast money
+I ain't talking Wayne I need that Cash Money
+[Chorus]
+I wake up in the morning take a piss and grab the strap
+Then I wipe my eyes then I pour a cup of act
+I gotta check stash because bitches don't know how to act
+I fucked it off the night before I gotta make it back gang
+I gotta make it back gang,gang
+I gotta make it back gang gang
+I gotta make it back gang gang
+I gotta make it back gang gang
+Gang gang
+
+[Verse 2:]
+All these niggas tweaking if you cross me you stuck
+I be in the city fuck nigga we ain't ducking shit
+All the real niggas street niggas they gone fuck with this
+All the real killas trap niggas they gone fuck with this
+Head shot run up on Durk pussy better not dead rock
+What you gone do from that red dot
+Run nigga better have your gun that's on my son nigga
+We don't even tote 30s pussy we like drums nigga
+Every nigga round me they going to blow for me
+Tweak with me foe nem get in them grocery's
+I got the city how it supposed to be
+
+[Chorus]
+I wake up in the morning take a piss and grab the strap
+Then I wipe my eyes then I pour a cup of act
+I gotta check stash because bitches don't know how to act
+I fucked it off the night before I gotta make it back gang
+I gotta make it back gang, gang
+I gotta make it back gang gang
+I gotta make it back gang gang
+I gotta make it back gang gang
+Gang gang1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+100 Grand[Intro: Lil Durk]
+In this motherfucker smellin' like a hundred racks
+Smellin' good with this Bond No. 9 (Hitmaka)
+Hundred racks, hundred racks, hundred racks, oh my God
+Marii Beatz, turn me up, up
+
+[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign & Lil Durk]
+It's all these diamonds on her 'cause she mine (She mine)
+Yeah I do this shit for fun (For fun)
+Champagne showers 'til she cum ('Til she cum)
+I just popped a perc for everyone (Everyone)
+Wraith, watch, PCA drop (Turn up)
+Time machine the road, suicide the top (Top)
+Downtown parking lot, penthouse shot (Turn up)
+You just wifed a thot, she up but she not (Yeah yeah)
+
+[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Lil Durk]
+I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (On my jewelry)
+I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (On my jewelry)
+You say, you say that's your mans, are you sure-y? (Are you sure-y?)
+He done told on the whole squad, no sorry (Turn up, come on)
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+I just blew a big bag today on my diamonds (Turn up, come on)
+Everything too real, be honest
+Uh, uh, we be pushing the Porsche in the trenches (Skrrt)
+Came a long way hopping fences
+Cash, credit, shawty fix her titties
+But these niggas don't get it, ooh
+I just bet 100K on Floyd, oh (Cash)
+I ain't going if I ain't on that floor, oh
+100K bust out the plastic (Turn up)
+100K flood out the Patek
+West coast we hot in (JoJo)
+Fuck around, hide in the attic (Go, go)
+Uh uh, tell that DJ play this shit right back, uh-huh (Turn up)
+Young fly nigga, pick up where he slack (Where he slack, ayy)
+Too hot up in this club, get off my back (Get off my back, ayy)
+Don't wanna hit your cup if it's not Act, Act
+[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
+I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (jewelry)
+I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (jewelry)
+You say, you say that's your mans, are you sure-y? (sure-y)
+He done told on the whole squad, no sorry
+
+[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
+Yeah, look at my wrist, that's a Patek, yeah
+Look at my neck, that's another Patek, yeah
+Givenchy sweats with a Moncler vest, yeah
+Fuck my ex, fuck all my exes, yeah
+She cut me off, so I fuck her best friend, yeah
+She hit me up and I seen a message, yeah
+Smith & Wesson, fuck a Tekken, yeah
+Hit his head then that's a dead man, yeah
+Hit his head now he a dead man, ooh
+Hit his head now learn a lesson, ooh
+I'm so blessed now, I'm a blessing, ooh
+You a dub now, I'm finessing you
+
+[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
+I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (jewelry)
+I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (jewelry)
+You say, you say that's your mans, are you sure-y? (sure-y)
+He done told on the whole squad, no sorry
+[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
+It's all these diamonds on her 'cause she mine (Wow)
+Yeah I do this shit for fun (Fun)
+Champagne showers 'til she cum ('Til she cum)
+I just popped a perc for everyone (Everyone)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+My Bruddas[Intro]
+B-R-U-D-D-A, my brothers
+V-U-L-T-U-R-E-S, my vultures
+You know what I'm talkin' about?
+
+[Chorus]
+I'm down to ride for my brothers, no
+Can't no nigga talk bad about my brothers, no
+Can't no nigga send shots at my brothers, no
+And I ain't got nobody, yeah I got my brothers, yeah, ayy
+Nigga talkin' 'bout robbin' me, gotta deal with my brothers, yeah
+If a nigga talkin' 'bout fightin' me, gotta deal with my brothers, yeah
+My brothers
+B-R-U-D-D-A, them my brothers, yeah yeah
+
+[Verse 1]
+My brothers, my brothers
+Won't trade on them niggas for nothin'
+Gave Ikey a strap 'cause he gutter
+If he was gon' stink me he would've
+VVS lookin' like sugar
+Young nigga, same bad bitch
+Flippin' on 'em, baby mama trippin'
+Took the crib and told her she was trippin'
+Hoppin' out a Taurus, nigga drillin'
+We was wild, poppin' penicillin
+Running hoes without no condom
+Mama rushing us to the doctor
+I remember niggas trickin' with Ikey
+Got 'em on the corner then I had shot 'em
+See you got it, watch who you be messin' with
+See, that's they problem
+Mud brothers, different mothers
+Not blood brothers but I love 'em
+I remember riding with the thumper
+It's like one love 'cause they love us
+I remember sliding on the lord
+Free Big Lord, that's my boy
+Before we used to FaceTime the opp
+Remember was callin' off them joints
+Said we gon' kick it, said we gon' catch it
+Said we gon' kill you, said we gon' stretch you
+I bet you I bet you, you was safe when I met you, huh
+I get killed, it's an inside job, huh
+You can't get close, only my squad (gang gang)
+Rest in peace LA, it's on my arm (yeah)
+Before I rapped I was on my own (I was on my own)
+Got my first gun on my own (on my own)
+Ain't have my first song on my own, it was us
+[Chorus]
+I'm down to ride for my brothers, no
+Can't no nigga talk bad about my brothers, no
+Can't no nigga send shots at my brothers, no
+And I ain't got nobody, yeah I got my brothers, yeah, ayy
+Nigga talkin' 'bout robbin' me, gotta deal with my brothers, yeah
+If a nigga talkin' 'bout fightin' me, gotta deal with my brothers, yeah
+My brothers
+B-R-U-D-D-A, them my brothers, yeah yeah
+
+[Verse 2]
+Twin got shot, got his lick back, same day
+Varney got shot, now he can't walk, that shit lame
+I remember Pat crashed the rental
+Von got caught after bender
+Blocks, don't get caught
+After dark where I'm from
+Fuckin' ratchet hoes fun
+Remember hot flame across the quarter
+Remember hoes go and steal from Nordstrom's, ah-uh
+Fuck these niggas, they too clumsy
+Fuck these niggas, ain't got no money
+Older brother turned me junky
+Percocets in my stomach
+Ditched school, we thought that shit was cool
+Teachers said I'm a fool, now I got a crib with a big pool
+Now I got a crib with big guns
+Police come at the door, sending shots, hit the floor
+Sold coke on Green, two for the five on the green
+You won't survive on the streets, you see the monster in me
+No new friends I need, roll up the opps, that's weed
+Make your bitch drink seed, that's the nut in me
+Why you clutchin' nigga? you ain't on nothin' nigga
+Bitch say I'ma nut to nigga, they ain't on nothin' nigga
+Like fuck them other niggas, they not fuckin' with us
+We tuck them cluckers with us, coke and dope official, yeah yeah
+[Chorus]
+I'm down to ride for my brothers, no
+Can't no nigga talk bad about my brothers, no
+Can't no nigga send shots at my brothers, no
+And I ain't got nobody, yeah I got my brothers, yeah, ayy
+Nigga talkin' 'bout robbin' me, gotta deal with my brothers, yeah
+If a nigga talkin' 'bout fightin' me, gotta deal with my brothers, yeah
+My brothers
+B-R-U-D-D-A, them my brothers, yeah yeahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Doin Too Much[Intro]
+(Lilah flip the beat, yah)
+
+[Verse 1]
+I can't deny what I did with the bitch (Yeah)
+Maison Margielas, I got it from Kith (Let's get it)
+Different type niggas, they say that I'm different (Different)
+Fresh out a shootout, they hop in a Lyft (Yeah)
+Police came back when I went in the crib
+Ain't no denying, I know what I did (Let's get it)
+She can't deny what she did for the wig (She can't deny it)
+Call for a bitch just to swallow my kids (Yeah)
+I done did dirt in the streets, I regret it
+You ain't got money, can't play with your credit
+I am an addict, I do not regret it (I am an addict)
+I gave him a gun and he shoot it like Redick
+Bad bitch, yeah, I got a fetish
+A hundred and five thou' just for the Patek
+Never tell niggas I love I ain't got it
+Never tell niggas I love I ain't got it (Yeah)
+
+[Chorus]
+Off of them drugs, you boot up (Boot up, boot up)
+You run in the club, you shoot up (Shoot up, shoot up)
+I come from the mud, I'm too up (Too up, too up)
+They didn't show me love, I grew up (Grew up, grew up)
+I'm mixing these drugs, it's too much (Too much, too much)
+Look at me now, I grew up (Grew up, grew up)
+Look at me now, I grew up (Grew up, grew up)
+Look at me now, I'm too much (Yeah, yeah)
+[Verse 2]
+Sports car, how is you cruisin'? (Let's get it)
+I give you my love, you abuse it (Let's get it)
+Your nigga ain't shit, he a goofy (He a doofus)
+Give him a check, he'll shoot him ruthless
+Look at this car, this bitch be zoomin', zoom
+Chk-chk, Metro Boomin, boom (Boom)
+Why say shit that you won't do, do? (Let's get it)
+I can't imagine going back broke (Hold on)
+You'll stay rich when you claim you poor (Poor)
+You broke my heart, but you claim you know (Know)
+It is what it is, you know what you know (Yeah)
+I am the realest, for real, for sure (For sure)
+If bro'nem gon' turn up with 'bows, let's go (Let's go)
+We can just never fall out 'bout a ho (No)
+That shit is lame, it hurt me the most (Yeah)
+
+[Chorus]
+Off of them drugs, you boot up (Boot up, boot up)
+You run in the club, you shoot up (Shoot up, shoot up)
+I come from the mud, I'm too up (Too up, too up)
+They didn't show me love, I grew up (Grew up, grew up)
+I'm mixing these drugs, it's too much (Too much, too much)
+Look at me now, I grew up (Grew up, grew up)
+Look at me now, I grew up (Grew up, grew up)
+Look at me now, I'm too much (Yeah)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Remember My Name[Chorus: King Popo]
+Don't forget about me
+This bigger than money, this bigger than fame
+Remember everything that I did to get where I'm at
+Please don't take it from me
+Said I wouldn't change
+I'm still the same, and they love it
+You can hate me or love me
+But I bet you remember, I bet you remember
+Remember my name...
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+They never remember
+I did time for a gun, that I never remember
+Did time with my son been delivered
+I cried tears, I couldn't show em my position
+No sleep in the hallways
+Me being me sipping lean with a 30 like always
+Couldn't afford trues now I sleep with Versace and Balmain
+Then I hit the streets with lights on
+Still slept with the rats and the cockroaches
+Lost niggas , I lost bitches, I lost time
+But I'm back on the block though
+Gang with me also but its bigger than money
+Every car is vellano
+They say I won't make it
+Now they favor, I got 20 to play with
+Grew up on Chicago South side, where you get killed if you outside
+And I made it out, and I'm outside
+Name hold weight like a motherfucker
+And I love my niggas like blood brothers
+Same niggas, same gang can't change on em
+War time, no movie, but I bet that clip gon' hangover
+[Chorus: King Popo]
+Don't forget about me
+This bigger than money, this bigger than fame
+Remember everything that I did to get where I'm at
+Please don't take it from me
+Said I wouldn't change
+I'm still the same, and they love it
+You can hate me or love me
+But I bet you remember, I bet you remember
+Remember my name...
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+Real street nigga, made it from the bottom
+Coming up as a kid niggas gave him nothing
+12 years old knew I was a problem
+All I wanted was money and the fame
+Cars, cribs, and bitches wouldn't name
+I can't change for nothing in this world
+Lord blessed me two boys and a girl
+Two dead cause I lost to this world
+Crossed over like Flo Rida
+Only my squad they both sliding
+Money and power they both riding
+Caught him and him and they both sliding
+Trap house, block party, niggas doing the same shit
+They got nothing
+And niggas try me and that Mac bust
+And they remember my name...
+[Chorus: King Popo]
+Don't forget about me
+This bigger than money, this bigger than fame
+Remember everything that I did to get where I'm at
+Please don't take it from me
+Said I wouldn't change
+I'm still the same, and they love it
+You can hate me or love me
+But I bet you remember, I bet you remember
+Remember my name...11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Way More[Intro]
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+Oh
+
+[Chorus]
+You different (Different)
+Got you some lil' money, actin' different (Actin' different)
+Thought my mind was playin' tricks on me, I'm trippin' (Thought I was trippin')
+And I always speak my mind, I'm so specific (So specific)
+I see this brother shit we doin', this shit ain't workin' (Shit ain't workin', no)
+God put me on this earth for a purpose (For a purpose, yeah)
+The toughest nigga in the room, they be workin' (They be workin')
+Like they'll turn me to snake, but it ain't worth it (Worth it, no)
+
+[Post-Chorus]
+And I'll cut you off, ain't comin' right
+Night time, hungry, hold my tummy tight
+Can't repeat what I seen them summer nights
+They don't wanna see us come alive
+
+[Verse 1]
+How the niggas who went Hollywood stay rappin' 'bout the trenches?
+Had to cut niggas off who was all in their feelings
+I told him cut his bitch off, seen her ridin' with them niggas
+And I find that shit crazy, they hate with who begins 'em
+Yeah, I'm so 10 toes, I'm who they fuckin' with
+Them niggas talkin' bad about me, tell 'em suck a dick
+I told my brothers that we blood, I don't know who my cousins
+And if you is, you hang with them, you know what it is
+I swear I'd go back to jail for all my brothers' kids
+I swear I'd go back to jail to see my brothers live
+Shoot you, then follow the ambulance, make sure you dead for real
+Your parents rich, you silver spoon, my family ain't left a will
+And we ain't doin' no sneaky talk, their ass had left for real
+And why he talkin' out his chest like he is made of steel?
+Them niggas ain't worried 'bout no shooters, them niggas made to kill
+I put my heart inside my music, I got pain for real
+Jackson lost his grandma, I got pain for him
+Made me call my grandma way more
+And since she changed my life, I gotta change yours
+You say you like my niggas, but I hate yours
+[Chorus]
+You different (Different)
+Got you some lil' money, actin' different (Actin' different)
+Thought my mind was playin' tricks on me, I'm trippin' (Thought I was trippin')
+And I always speak my mind, I'm so specific (So specific)
+I see this brother shit we doin', this shit ain't workin' (Shit ain't workin', no)
+God put me on this earth for a purpose (For a purpose, yeah)
+The toughest nigga in the room, they be workin' (They be workin')
+Like they'll turn me to snake, but it ain't worth it (Worth it, no)
+
+[Post-Chorus]
+And I'll cut you off, ain't comin' right
+Night time, hungry, hold my tummy tight
+Can't repeat what I seen them summer nights
+They don't wanna see us come alive
+
+[Verse 2]
+I had talent, you ain't believe me
+Then you tried to come around like this shit was easy
+When you not around, that shit like Mario without Luigi
+Put her in that St. Laurent, I took her out that Bebe
+Told my mama that I'm famous, see me on the TV
+And I gotta play for keeps, I know my vultures need me
+That Perky got me E.T., I got her suckin' weewee
+I know some niggas tear your face off, GP
+I elevated
+Had to go and take off, I never waited
+On God, I love your ass to death, I never hated
+And you ain't come from the bottom, you by the basement, uh
+Me and you was splittin' chicken wings from Harold's Chicken
+Me and you, goin' house to house for Thanksgiving
+Me and you, said the drugs give a strange feelin'
+Me and you, me and you, me and you
+Uno, dos, tres and, one, two, thee blessings
+Goin' to different cities, we don't ever check in
+All my shooters different, they gon' give us leverage
+You leave, you can't get back in
+I swear it
+[Chorus]
+You different (Different)
+Got you some lil' money, actin' different (Actin' different)
+Thought my mind was playin' tricks on me, I'm trippin' (Thought I was trippin')
+And I always speak my mind, I'm so specific (So specific)
+I see this brother shit we doin', this shit ain't workin' (Shit ain't workin', no)
+God put me on this earth for a purpose (For a purpose, yeah)
+The toughest nigga in the room, they be workin' (They be workin')
+Like they'll turn me to snake, but it ain't worth it (Worth it, no)
+
+[Post-Chorus]
+And I'll cut you off, ain't comin' right
+Night time, hungry, hold my tummy tight
+Can't repeat what I seen them summer nights
+They don't wanna see us come aliveEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+On EmGang , Yeah , HopOutGang , JumpOutGang
+
+[Chorus]
+Money got me super tripping bitch
+Balmain super different bitch
+Since a kid I been that nigga bitch
+She ain't mad she that nigga bitch
+Glock 40 run up and get hit
+Turn up on em , Foe'Nem be lit
+Miss a shot , bend a block through they shit
+Hood love em we ain't tweaking shit
+Point Em out Foe'Nem T up on em
+You came with nothing Foe'Nem T up on em
+Yo ass stuntin Foe'Nem T up on em
+Yo ass a lame Foe'Nem T up on em
+
+[Verse 1]
+Shooter shoot the shooter, you could meet the rugga
+Foe'Nem take his noodles , we only ate some noodles
+Member struggling stupid , we was never stupid
+D-Light going crazy , yeah yeah yeah
+Niggas tried to kill me , pussy you ain't there
+Niggas said we kin , you was never there
+You was making store , I was making bail
+Niggas smoking blunt I was breaking laws
+Never took a loss , I was repping L's
+Smoking Tooka blunt , Smoking Shondale
+Have a 40 on me , Opp been tryna kill
+I can't go like that, I ain't bro like that
+Rest in peace Nuski , why they score like that
+40 city shit , I could tour like that
+Rap money turn it into trap
+Shoot Em up Gang , I be into that
+Drive-By Gang , I be into that
+I be in the streets while you internet , L
+Can't post up cause they'll ride on me
+Before the fame had the Mac on me
+Please try me , welcome mat on me (come in)
+[Chorus]
+Money got me super tripping bitch
+Balmain super different bitch
+Since a kid I been that nigga bitch
+She ain't mad she that nigga bitch
+Glock 40 run up and get hit
+Turn up on em , Foe'Nem be lit
+Miss a shot , bend a block through they shit
+Hood love em we ain't tweaking shit
+Point Em out Foe'Nem T up on em
+You came with nothing Foe'Nem T up on em
+Yo ass stuntin' Foe'Nem T up on em
+Yo ass a lame Foe'Nem T up on em
+
+[Verse 2]
+Robbers rob the robber, nigga ima problem
+Always kept a lama put it on my momma
+Foe'Nem with the drama, father god I'ma drop 'em
+Only reason not, pussy he a tell
+Only if he live, mean he gotta go
+Catch him off in traffic, pussy better blow
+We gon change the score, he gon be a post
+Niggas gon be gone, while we do the most
+Streets say I done went Hollywood
+Bitch I'm OG Bobby Johnson Good
+If it was me, bitch you probably would
+Rapping all about the gang shit
+Last time you was in the hood, huh? (Answer that)
+When the last time you was in the hood? Pussy
+I'm a B.O.N nigga, I don't fuck with none of you niggas
+Shoot a nigga in his shit, cuff a nigga face up
+Bitches wanna talk shit, in the trap I bake some
+Niggas talk about robbing, bitch ain't never take none
+[Chorus]
+Money got me super tripping bitch
+Balmain super different bitch
+Since a kid I been that nigga bitch
+She ain't mad she that nigga bitch
+Glock 40 run up and get hit
+Turn up on em , Foe'Nem be lit
+Miss a shot , bend a block through they shit
+Hood love em we ain't tweaking shit
+Point Em out Foe'Nem T up on em
+You came with nothing Foe'Nem T up on em
+Yo ass stuntin Foe'Nem T up on em
+Yo ass a lame Foe'Nem T up on em1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Let Em Know[Intro]
+Ayo Bleu
+Oh-ah
+Oh (Turn me up, Josh)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Let's find a better time to T up, fuck that money up, can't re-up
+You rich, she broke, then get a prenup, got her body done in the DR
+She think she crazy with them E cups, I'm the type to bring back Fila
+Having foursome with the strippers, if I like 'em, turn 'em divas
+Feel bigger than before, I can never go back poor
+I can never go back to trappin' the quarter ounces in the snow
+I remember in my city, gettin' low-ballеd for a show
+Now I'm The Voice, I need two-hundred, I'll takе one-fifty plus the door
+Take my chain, then you trippin', I got money, now I'm different
+Nuski B-Day December fifteenth, that's why I really hate Christmas
+Told his momma that I got him, and she know I'ma stand on business
+Nominated for three Grammy's, a role model for the trenches
+Niggas dying for attention, niggas lying for attention
+Bitch, I am a menace, I feel like Dayvon Bennett
+All these niggas clowns, they be around, that shit a privilege
+Actin' like y'all killers, 2020, that shit different
+
+[Chorus]
+Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em—
+I'm from the go, from the go, from the go, from the—
+Let's go, let's go, let's go
+Take his soul, take his soul, take his soul
+I keep on crying, I put my feelings in my G-Lock
+I don't wanna rap and I don't really wanna be be bothered
+I just wanna sip, sip, sip, sip, detox
+I just wanna pop, pop, pop, pop, detox
+[Verse 2]
+Grew up in the trenches with that mindset, takin' challenges
+Put 'em on then when he get on his feet, he'll get to vanishin'
+Mindset when I get up off these drugs, it boost my stamina
+That pink emerald inside my Nuski chain, it stand for Cancer
+The opposition playin' all my shit, I think I'm lit
+You doin' that shit on Instagram, puttin' police in our business
+Street nigga, I tell my niggas, "Go slide," I'm in my feelings
+They ask me how up it is with them, it's to the ceiling, oh
+I tell them that I'm thuggin', I just lost my bousin, my cousin
+I can do whatever 'cause I'm buzzing, I love it
+They say nobody bigger than the mob, I'm above it
+I just drunk some lean, now I'm sluggish
+I'm sluggish, do you love me? Loyalty, ooh
+Do you respect my loyalty? Ooh
+
+[Chorus]
+Let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em know, let 'em—
+I'm from the go, from the go, from the go, from the—
+Let's go, let's go, let's go
+Take his soul, take his soul, take his soul
+I keep on crying, I put my feelings in my G-Lock
+I don't wanna rap and I don't really wanna be bothered
+I just wanna sip, sip, sip, sip, detox
+I just wanna pop, pop, pop, pop, detox3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Denied in UK[Intro]
+(DJ FMCT)
+
+[Verse 1]
+If you know me like you know me, I can't get tired of thugging
+I choose you over any bitch, and I can't deny it in public
+And I can't deny the way I feel, that's why I can't hide the struggle
+Felt like I was locked up in immigration when I got denied in London
+When I took a trip to the UK, I was thinkin' 'bout us
+How I was gon' flip them euros to US dollars to get you a truck
+And you ain't gotta worry about none of these hoes 'cause I ain't scared to say I'm stuck
+And I ain't gotta clear up none of these rumors 'cause you got my trust
+And I like the way your body is, you ain't gotta get shit tucked
+Sneak a nut inside while you ain't lookin', I tell you the condom bust
+We keepin' the personal business off the internet, that's why they onto us
+I won your heart with being real with you, not none of that  designer stuff
+
+[Chorus]
+Denied in the UK
+Got denied in the UK
+Got denied in UK
+Got denied in the UK
+
+[Verse 2]
+Walk around the crib with your panties on and your toes out
+I told her that she doing somethin' right when when she in these hoes' mouth
+They tried to get her post some lingerie, can't pay her no amount
+I post Atlanta tour, in sixty seconds, that shit was sold out
+My cameraman got locked up for some weed, some shit he ain't know about
+They told him to knock when you wanna talk, he went to sleep snorin' loud
+I asked 'em how long we got left, they say it's gon' be awhile
+I'm tryna turn up, I'm tryna go crazy and see the crowd
+[Chorus]
+Got denied in the UK
+Got denied in UK
+Got denied in the UK
+Got denied in UK2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Mud[Chorus]
+Ever since I built my buzz
+I don't get the same love
+And I told my niggas I ain't never switchin' up
+Started with zero niggas, now I'm zero niggas cause
+Had to get it on my own and they ain't givin' two fucks
+But I got it from the mud
+Got it from the mud
+I got it from the mud
+I got it from the mud
+And nobody helped me from the start
+So nobody don't gotta be a part
+
+[Verse 1]
+Fuck the other side, there's loyalty in my blood
+Can't trip about designer cause I got it from the mud
+Sprite dirty, Crush dirty, like I got it from the mud
+I owe you, you can't get it from me so take a slug
+South Side of my city and I grew up where the wars at
+No school but I walked with plenty books inside my book bag
+Teacher say I'ma be dead in jail with my lil ass
+Now she callin' me to do a show where she book at
+30K for a show, take 15 for a feature
+The streets are dirty bitch gotta be hungry or they'll eat you
+Gave bro 21 long distance, lawyers couldn't reach it
+He ain't tryna hear it though, cause he tired of niggas preachin'
+[Chorus]
+Ever since I built my buzz
+I don't get the same love
+And I told my niggas I ain't never switchin' up
+Started with zero niggas, now I'm zero niggas cause
+Had to get it on my own and they ain't givin' two fucks
+But I got it from the mud
+Got it from the mud
+I got it from the mud
+I got it from the mud
+And nobody helped me from the start
+So nobody don't gotta be a part4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Love You Too[Intro: Lil Durk]
+Oh, oh, oh, ooh
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+When we fight, can't let the world know
+Don't tell the group chat or let your girls know
+They'd be happy to see you down
+They'd be happy to see you down
+And my heart cold, but you heat it up
+Get you to the crib, lick it, beat it up
+Real power couple winnin', they can't compete with us
+Can't no one fuck this up 'cause this too deep with us
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+But I love you
+That's why I'm into you
+My baby, oh (Oh)
+That's why I'm into you
+My wifey, yeah, yeah
+That's why I'm into you
+But I love you, but I love you
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+You stepped into a boss situation
+Turnt up with the young generation
+Tryna give you dick, you can't take it
+Treat you like a virgin, you can taste it
+Please don't tell your friends my business
+Want you to be my girl, no friendship
+I gave her the code to the mansion
+Want me to suck her toes, she demand it
+Oh, ice out her pendant
+Put a Rollie on her left wrist
+I don't condone to no abortions
+Why you ain't keep it? (Oh)
+[Bridge: Lil Durk]
+I ain't never been in love this deep, you know what I'm sayin'? (Oh, oh)
+Like my past, my past, know what I’m sayin'? I regret it (Oh, oh)
+But I think we made for each other, for real (Oh, oh)
+
+[Verse 3: Kehlani & Lil Durk]
+Never takin' love for granted
+Many die young before they have this
+Not too many of 'em growin' up and never had it (Oh, oh)
+So that's why with you it's a habit, we classic (Oh, woah, oh)
+You the realest so I make it a point to match that
+Every bitch from your past, try hard to snatch back
+Give me all your kids and fuck me good so I can snapback
+You the type to say that if I want it, I could bag that
+Deserve it all 'cause you be gettin' to it
+You deserve a bitch that'll hold you down through it (Oh, oh)
+I know your body, you ain't never gotta prove it (Yeah)
+You know what you're doin', I know what to do it with it (With it)
+Let's take it to a new limit (Limit)
+You know you're too smooth with it
+So come through, I'ma show you
+How we gon' move (How we gon' move)
+So come through, I'ma show you (I'ma show you, I'ma show you)
+So come through, I'ma show you (I'ma show you, I'ma show you)
+
+[Outro: Kehlani]
+So come through, I'ma show you (I'ma show you, I'ma show you)
+So come through, I'ma show you (I'ma show you, I'ma show you)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+TherlBread[Intro]
+DJ Swift on the track
+Mook on the beats
+Will-A-Fool
+
+[Verse 1]
+I heard that shit that you said, it got back to me
+And I'm talking to the dead, just talk back to me
+I wish Pluto called my phone and he could jock with me
+I wish Nuski was in the studio to rock with me
+Niggas gotta run they mouth because we run the city
+We put drums on them choppers, man, I love them titties
+It be crazy 'cause the ones you love in competition
+Just kill me, don't alley-hoop me to the opposition
+Just feel me, just pay attention, it ain't hard to listen
+Just listen, you was my homie, why'd you keep your distance?
+Prescription, I pop a Perky, now I'm reminiscing
+Let's get it, we all can eat, I'm in a good position
+
+[Interlude]
+We just politicking and we talkin' about different shit
+We speakin' on, on, on thoroughbreds and real niggas
+And, and, and the sacrifices they made
+The, the, the Gino Colons and the Larry Hoovers, the David Barksdales
+The Fidos and Big Durks and the Terry Youngs
+You know, the ones that deserve to be acknowledged
+And the ones that should be acknowledged for being thorough
+[Verse 2]
+I came from Kix cereal, ramen noodles, powdered Kool-Aid without the sugar
+I remember taking bundles, stealing it without them lookin'
+Spend the night at Coli crib just because his mama cookin'
+Why you thinkin' that we pussy? Just believe it's never cookie
+That's sweet, yeah, yeah, that's sweet
+I remember letting niggas hold shit the next week
+I'm talking back then, seven deep on backseats
+I remember back then, old homies tried to whack me
+I know they mad they ain't stay and we got it
+We rich as hell, in five stars eating salad
+And I was sleeping on that floor, sharing pallettes
+I got in my bag on one song, now it's a habit, yeah
+Why they don't love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me?
+
+[Outro]
+Know what I'm sayin', this is a Love Songs for the Streets 2 vibe, know what I'm sayin'?
+I'm in that mode
+Know what I'm sayin', I wanna talk to the streets some more1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Changes[Intro]
+AyeTM
+
+[Verse]
+Wakin' up to gunshots every night, I wasn't scared
+Rules around the trenches, ain't no trappin' if you scared
+They gotta see you killin', it won't matter if you say it
+It doesn't make a difference if you alive or you dead
+If they catch you, eyes on you, it don't matter if you cared
+A couple killers been retired, man, they gon' do it if I see it
+Won't ask them niggas for no money 'cause I'ma do it when I land
+I was scared to show my past, I ain't wanna lose a fan
+I was standin' on my block 'cause I ain't wanna miss the chance
+To catch the next nigga try to slide, then he dеad
+Money on his head, bettеr not miss this last chance
+When I call, you better come, you better slide with the bread
+Shootout with a nigga, blick him, take a bleed shower
+Ain't no phones when we slide, police tryna ping towers
+"Can you tell?," fuck y'all bitches, I want my lawyer
+'Cause y'all got what y'all got and it's gonna take hours
+I don't know shit, I ain't no coward
+Juvenile, I bought myself out with my allowance
+I plead insanity to the court, I need counselin'
+I'm the voice of the streets and they vouchin' (Yeah)
+Don't believe no rumors, ain't around, them just stories
+I call your phone a million times, I'm just worried
+My brother told me a million times that ain't for me
+Don't call my phone about no money, I'm recordin'
+They talkin' down on my name, they don't know me
+You know the world change when Oprah dissin' Kobe
+A lot of niggas left my side when I was hungry
+They probably love me, but they wanna see me boney
+[Chorus]
+You know the world change 'cause real niggas sayin' I'm actin' phony
+I'm the same nigga, you try to take somethin', I act a donkey
+And you actin' real, I told your ass you actin' only
+You the type to carry a hundred cash and still ask for money (You a stupid nigga)
+You the type of nigga, ain't no rumors, you'll make one
+You the type of nigga to drop a name, make a case come
+You the type of nigga to spend your last on a lace front
+You the type of nigga to say you slidin', no, you ain't huntin', yeahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Misunderstood[Intro]
+Spread the love, spread the love
+Spread the love, spread the love, spread the love
+(DY Krazy)
+Spread the love, spread the love, spread the love
+Spread the love, spread the love, spread the love
+(8-8-8-8)
+
+[Chorus]
+Before I be fake, I'll stay away from you (I'll stay away from you, let's get it)
+You believe that rumor, you don't think that I'll takе from you (Oh, oh)
+Hunnid racks, all cash, if they play with you (Oh, oh)
+My brothers fall out and they can't makе me chose (Yeah, yeah)
+He said he love me to death, April Fool's (April Fool's)
+Read the paper, said he was tellin' so I'ma take you to him (I'ma take you to him)
+It's in my blood, this street shit in my blood (In my blood)
+I say my life misunderstood (Misunderstood)
+Why they ain't ever show no love?
+Oh-oh, oh-oh (You know what I'm sayin', right is right, wrong is wrong, you know?)
+(Know what I'm sayin'? We go by the code) Oh-oh, oh-oh
+(Tell my brothers I love 'em, you dig?)
+Oh-oh, oh-oh, yeah
+
+[Verse]
+2019, bein' true really rare (Let's get it)
+Gave her two K for a new Moncler (A new Moncler)
+He went to trial with a public defendant, yeah
+I know he feel like some of them niggas don't care (Niggas don't care)
+You see your brother fall, you give him some help
+My shorty on honor roll, I gave 'em help
+Take off them UGGs, I brought you new Chanel (New Chanel)
+I'm with three, four killers when I move around
+Sent you to an OT spot to get your drugs off
+I wonder who gon' stick around once I fall off
+You ain't ever been on no hit, fuck around, gotta drop you off
+Jail rumors that you snitched, fuck around, gotta drop the call
+Watch what I do in my raps 'cause everything we say gon' pop, yeah
+Love my brothers to death, we can't fall now, we ain't had no money
+Steady laughin' at these niggas who come around 'cause they so gumpy (They so gumpy)
+Watch my niggas throwin', get they check and act a donkey (Yeah)
+[Chorus]
+Before I be fake, I'll stay away from you (I'll stay away from you, let's get it)
+You believe that rumor, you don't think that I'll take from you
+Hunnid racks, all cash, if they play with you (Oh, oh)
+My brothers fall out and they can't make me chose (Yeah, yeah)
+He said he love me to death, April Fool's (April Fool's)
+Read the paper, said he was tellin' so I'ma take you to him (I'ma take you to him)
+It's in my blood, this street shit in my blood (In my blood)
+I say my life misunderstood (Misunderstood)
+Why they ain't ever show no love?
+Oh-oh, oh-oh
+Oh-oh, oh-oh
+Oh-oh, oh-ohEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Outro[Intro]
+Man, they told me, um
+My first-week sales, I had like sixty-some thousand, but they don't count J-Pay
+How the fuck you don't count the realest niggas, you know what I'm saying?
+That's that label shit, fuck that shit (Will-A-Fool)
+
+[Verse]
+Got kicked out the crib, put a latch on it
+It feel good to sleep all in the trap, don't it?
+I be hanging 'round killers with racks on me
+I done made me some plays and put tax on it
+It feel good to come all the way back from it
+When you up, they gon' say that you act funny
+You feel cocky, you actually got money
+Felt neglected when Chino got snatched from me
+If you love the streets more than you love your family, you crazy
+They love you more, they adore you more 'cause you made it
+They turned they back on me, I forgave 'em, I'm crazy
+Them niggas gon' go, them niggas gon' roll whenever I say it
+Them niggas some hoes, them niggas some hoes, they don't get attention
+You would try to ignore when I'm at my lowest, I don't forgive you
+I was at my lowest, I couldn't afford it, I was so miserable
+I was ditchin' school, mixing lean and juice, I was off chemicals
+I ain't got a choice, I got a voice, this shit difficult
+Waking up to three million dollars cash, that shit a miracle
+Can't let a bitch put me on blast, I'm too spiritual
+They say I gotta let go of the past, I ain't hearing youEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Treacherous[Intro]
+Chase Davis on the beat, yeah
+When I talk, I like to talk to souls
+Drop that shit
+
+[Verse 1]
+Knife in my back, hit a artery
+Home invasion to a robbery
+And I told you, give me honesty
+You filed my taxes, got me audited
+You hang with them, I don't want part of it
+You wanna fake 'cause you ain't start with me
+I said sorry but you started it
+You confused, you can't hang with us
+I put the dope in a Ziploc
+They stole my style, wow
+What the fuck happened to hip-hop?
+Free Sheety, he gave me the Crip walk
+My brothers addicted to stick talk
+The J's addicted to fentanyl
+I count up a check, I got big talk
+41 M on a wrist watch
+Careers be goin' on a rapture
+Frontier was hurting my back
+I was dyin', now I'm flyin' private
+I put my gang over the whole mob, I told them niggas I'm biased
+Black truck came with a drive through
+My name, it came with the violence
+My name, it come with the violence
+My name, it come with the sirens
+My niggas got grills like Pyrex
+Kid drill was a fire fighter
+On the corner, we was fightin' fire
+In Chicago, I was at a rival
+Gettin' picked up in a Stryker
+You can tell that I don't like you
+You can tell I'm gon' try you
+[Chorus]
+Yeah, this for the savages
+This for the savages, this for the savages
+This shit treacherous
+This shit treacherous, this shit treacherous
+This for the savages
+This for the savages, this for the savages
+This shit treacherous
+This shit treacherous, this shit treacherous
+
+[Verse 2]
+You don't know what the fame took
+Ain't been on the land in like two years
+Why they got me in the gang book?
+But I ride with the same hood
+And this money won't change nothin'
+Told bro, open the lane for me
+Don't give up my name, beloved
+You fuckin' a lame, beloved
+Her rib got my name above it
+Kiss Bernice on the cheek, I'm bogus for it (Sorry)
+And I be takin' narcotics
+A big shoot out on Cottage
+Dropped out, ain't make it to college
+I'm not no good role model
+I like to take care of my toddler
+Send money to jail for my partners
+You don't think I'm a a major artist
+Even though I got plaques and charted
+Swallow crack, I had to vomit
+Gotta do it 'cause the police comin'
+I'm from where it's rainin' bullets
+Nasty hoes don't wear condoms
+Where the street niggas support your talent
+Where the street niggas say you valid
+California Queen from a pallet
+And I had to get full of a salad
+From the home of the gangsters
+You ain't never say thank you
+Only The Family, the label
+I went to school for the cable
+[Chorus]
+This for the savages
+This for the savages, this for the savages
+This shit treacherous
+This shit treacherous, this shit treacherous
+This for the savages
+This for the savages, this for the savages
+This shit treacherous
+This shit treacherous, this shit treacherous2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+No Love (Where Were You)[Chorus: Lil Durk & Yung Tory]
+(Ahh Ahh Ahh) (Mhmm)
+Never give your heart to a hoe (Mhmm)
+Never give your heart to a hoe (Mhmm)
+Never give your heart to a hoe (Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh)
+Never give your heart to a hoe (Mhmm)
+Nobody there, the money right there (Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh)
+You was right there when no one was there (Mhmm)
+I cannot lie, this shit was unfair (Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh)
+Walk in the room and everyone stare, yeah, yeah-yeah (Mhmm)
+
+[Post-Chorus: Yung Tory]
+Ahh-ahh, you, ahh
+Where was you? Ahh, ahh-ahh
+Ahh-ahh, ahh-ahh
+Where was you? Ahh, where was you? Ahh
+Where was you? You? Where was you? Ahh
+Ahh-ahh
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Why you be messing with me? Why you be stressing to me?
+Why you finesse for the D? Your friends be messaging me
+Tell em' stop messing' wit me, why you investing than me? You cheap
+That second degree, that's just a lesson for me
+When I was down, you wasn't checkin' for me, you was not checkin' for me
+Got arrested, strip at Magic, she know where cash is (Yeah yeah yeah)
+She love my adlibs (Mmm-mmm), I'm a savage
+Matching Rollies, got a bunch of them
+Want a baby, fuck the rubber shit
+She was always on some other shit
+That's why I don't ever love a bitch
+Like, yeah, shawty
+I can't do it, shawty
+Always gettin' to it, shawty
+Count that check and get into it, shawty
+These hoes they for everybody
+[Chorus: Lil Durk & Yung Tory]
+(Ahh Ahh Ahh) (Mhmm)
+Never give your heart to a hoe (Mhmm)
+Never give your heart to a hoe (Mhmm)
+Never give your heart to a hoe (Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh)
+Never give your heart to a hoe (Mhmm)
+Nobody there, the money right there (Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh)
+You was right there when no one was there (Mhmm)
+I cannot lie, this shit was unfair (Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh)
+Walk in the room and everyone stare, yeah, yeah-yeah (Mhmm)
+
+[Post-Chorus: Yung Tory]
+Ahh-ahh, you, ahh
+Where was you? Ahh, ahh-ahh
+Ahh-ahh, ahh-ahh
+Where was you? Ahh, where was you? Ahh
+Where was you? You? Where was you? Ahh
+Ahh-ahh
+
+[Pre-Verse: Young Thug]
+Heart-breakers heart-breakin'
+You dig? (C'yeah)
+
+[Verse 2: Young Thug]
+Diamonds they drip on the sidekick
+When you was in love, I would buy shit
+Started to sound like a pimp, everything you say rhyme, bitch
+I'ma drill it, take that shit off and go fuck on a side bitch
+Give her the Rolls, and I hope she choke on the weed, weed
+I was just telling you, you gon' be king of the 3D
+You ready? Didn't have all that planned
+Had plans on being with you 'til you was grand'
+But you gon' find out tonight
+I'ma go out tonight, I'ma buy the bar out tonight
+I'ma go 'n' fuck somebody tonight
+Pick me up some bodies, like it don’t come with life
+[Chorus: Lil Durk & Yung Tory]
+(Ahh Ahh Ahh) (Mhmm)
+Never give your heart to a hoe (Mhmm)
+Never give your heart to a hoe (Mhmm)
+Never give your heart to a hoe (Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh)
+Never give your heart to a hoe (Mhmm)
+Nobody there, the money right there (Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh)
+You was right there when no one was there (Mhmm)
+I cannot lie, this shit was unfair (Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh)
+Walk in the room and everyone stare, yeah, yeah-yeah (Mhmm)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+To Be Honest[Intro]
+Turn Me Up Josh
+Ayo Bleu
+Young Cutta, run it up
+
+[Pre-Chorus]
+Truth is (Truth is)
+Wake up in the night and I think about granny
+Truth is (Truth is)
+And I love my bitch, I share my addy
+Truth is (Truth is)
+I got off drugs, I don't feel like an addict
+Truth is (Truth is)
+I love the streets, they respect my daddy
+
+[Chorus]
+And to be honest
+And in the streets, we goin' down
+And to be honest
+And I swear this cash, it turn you sad
+And to be honest
+And I kept on goin', I kept tryin'
+And to be honest
+You know I keep on goin', I feel like I'm dyin'
+
+[Verse]
+I give you my heart, just know my pain attached
+Too deep in bonds when I'm payin' cash
+This money counter saved me a lot of hands
+You cross me once, can't get another chance
+Took the strippers down to San Fran'
+I get called, I told his best friends
+Half time, my jammer fucked up my damn pants
+'Cause you my brother, your friends ain't none of my friends
+I told on Trey but he ain't understand
+He fell in love with her OnlyFans
+The opps so goofy, his friends is only fans
+Too high off thirty, that's why I be poppin' tens
+My brother got shot, say he won't get shot again
+V. Roy been real ever since we locked it in
+Paid off my time, it's actually goin' big
+They got your statement, I say, "Am I going to see it?"
+I knew I was goin' to jail when I lost my hearin'
+That shit get too close, then they disappearin'
+I text my mama when I woke up to millions
+And I kept cheesin' like this life is brilliant
+[Pre-Chorus]
+Truth is (Truth is)
+Wake up in the night and I think about granny
+Truth is (Truth is)
+And I love my bitch, I share my addy
+Truth is (Truth is)
+I got off drugs, I don't feel like an addict
+Truth is (Truth is)
+I love the streets, they respect my daddy
+
+[Chorus]
+And to be honest
+And in the streets, we goin' down
+And to be honest
+And I swear this cash, it turn you sad
+And to be honest
+And I kept on goin', I kept tryin'
+And to be honest
+You know I keep on goin', I feel like I'm dyin'
+
+[Outro]
+And to be honest
+And to be honestEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+When I’m Lonely[Intro]
+(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Me, I be selling them Hunchos, straight to the county, they get out, I get them a gun store
+I done been stuck in the trenches, I dance with the devil and I sell drugs to my uncle
+And I gave niggas the lean, the weed, the drugs, I did this shit off the muscle
+All of these niggas be havin', them niggas be claimin' they lovin', I did it with nothin'
+You in the streets for nothin', I'm doin' all I can, they ain't need for nothin'
+Whenever them people comin', why you gon' war over a bitch, alleged beef or somethin'?
+I'm tryna delete, I hop in the Jeep for weeks, I couldn't sleep for nothin'
+I like to preach and I am signed to the streets like I got the key or somethin'
+
+[Chorus]
+I take drugs when I feel lonely
+Ride with my gun when I feel lonely
+I sleep 'round killers when I feel lonely
+I spoil all my bitches when I feel lonely
+
+[Verse 2]
+Told my brother we fuckin' with no condoms and we havin' babies all over
+I used to be around niggas I love for real but they had the hate on they shoulder
+I was in the kitchen, niggas water-whippin' and I feel like they was hittin' the yola
+And it was blowin' my mind, I landed in Cali, them bitches was  hittin' the coke
+Foenem came to the crib, told 'em to get the room 'cause niggas can't sleep on the sofa
+I was taking Percocets, he was off the water, that nigga was deep in the ocean
+I gotta get it in motion (Yeah), I steady look over my shoulders (Yeah)
+I'm beatin' my case with a motion (Yeah), pass me a Tesla, I'm rollin', rollin', rollin'
+Wake me up 'cause them Percs callin', Mikey-ikey, yeah, that's my doggy
+He know I'm straight that whenever he call me, keep it street, whatchu mean you saw me?
+I fell asleep with the Nina on me, these whole carats, Aquafina on me
+Only The Family that's on my family, I love my family, I don't need homies
+[Chorus]
+I take drugs when I feel lonely
+Ride with my gun when I feel lonely
+I sleep 'round killers when I feel lonely
+I spoil all my bitches when I feel lonely4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Streets Want Me[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Put down savages, picked up vultures (vultures)
+When you pop that's when they want you (want you)
+You turn your head they gon' dome you (dome you)
+Just for thinkin' they your homie (homie)
+New G-Wagon by my lonely (skrt skrt skrt)
+I'm just smokin' by my lonely (by my lonely)
+Percocet fuck up my colon (up my colon)
+It's crazy how the streets want me (want me)
+The streets want me, I'm signed to the streets
+(The streets want me)
+The streets want me, I'm signed to the streets
+(The streets want me)
+The streets want me, I'm signed to the streets (to the streets)
+They want me, I'm signed to the streets (let's get it)
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Grew my dreads back, label me a menace
+She want xanax, gotta swallow penis
+You ain't no bag yet, you ain't got no fifties, that's them drums
+Them stripper hoes gon' talk about you if you don't throw no ones
+I'ma keep a couple of mine 'cause we don't throw no guns
+How the fuck you gon' go to war with me when you ain't got no funds
+Shit get risky with you when you ain't got no conscious
+You should see that AP face, I got it polished
+Pour up syrup
+Serve on the first
+Swerve in the vert, put Rollie
+The money is first
+Ain't doing no verse
+Lil B give 'em the curse
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Put down savages, picked up vultures (vultures)
+When you pop that's when they want you (want you)
+You turn your head they gon' dome you (dome you)
+Just for thinkin' they your homie (homie)
+New G-Wagon by my lonely (skrt skrt skrt)
+I'm just smokin' by my lonely (by my lonely)
+Percocet fuck up my colon (up my colon)
+It's crazy how the streets want me (want me)
+The streets want me, I'm signed to the streets
+(The streets want me)
+The streets want me, I'm signed to the streets
+(The streets want me)
+The streets want me, I'm signed to the streets (to the streets)
+They want me, I'm signed to the streets (let's get it)
+
+[Verse 2: MoneyBagg Yo]
+I don't got goons, I got hitters
+I'm with some dope boys and some killers, yeah
+She act petty when I don't feel her
+I cut her off like the umbilical (what's that?) cord
+The kushy that I'm blowing it hit hard like Floyd
+I come from the trenches, now I'm making noise
+The streets love me, they know I keep that heat
+The streets signed me, I got what they need (federal)
+They wasn't lettin' no cut on it
+Glock nineteen, it's tucked on me
+Caught you so I clutch on it
+Told my plug to rush on it
+Fly paper, she stuck on me
+She want a Birkin bag
+She pulled up in a purple Jag
+Bumpin' Durk and Bagg
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Put down savages, picked up vultures (vultures)
+When you pop that's when they want you (want you)
+You turn your head they gon' dome you (dome you)
+Just for thinkin' they your homie (homie)
+New G-Wagon by my lonely (skrt skrt skrt)
+I'm just smokin' by my lonely (by my lonely)
+Percocet fuck up my colon (up my colon)
+It's crazy how the streets want me (want me)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+My Money[Hook]
+Nigga I'll a tweak 'bout my money
+Up at night, no sleep 'bout my money
+Get your ass killed in a week 'bout my money
+I'm off a pill and I'm geeked 'bout my money
+I'm living that lifestyle, livin' that lifestyle
+I'mma need it right now, right now
+I'm living that lifestyle, I'm livin' that lifestyle
+That money I need it right now, I need it right now
+I need my money
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Can't drop a mention about the opposition, forty flicker like a camera vision
+Dead bodies pitching, picture nothing better than the feeling
+Need cash fast , smoking dope gas mask, since a kid with the cig with my bad ass
+Broke bitches see it ain't my biz, but a nigga is the pigs with his fat ass
+I'd take a slug for mine, lifestyle to live cause I love to grind
+Judge gave his ass a double trial
+My sister, brother crying but I can not fold up
+No .48, and I ain't tote none, blood thicker likewater, put this on my daughter
+Building gone, these niggas ain't loyal they snitches shits
+Since Nuski passed I got to get shit, empty shit, thinking bro I got to get rich
+Catch the killer I'mma sip for him, like the lord just sinned for him
+Like I'm the maker, slang caine like the Undertaker
+Ops like getting confiscated, I'm just turnin' up on the block on haters
+Tell them that I made it
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2: Quavo]
+Quavo!
+Young nigga bout my money, act a fool, this the lifestyle that I had to choose
+Waking up at 9, kick 5 doors at a time, you can walk in the mall with designer shoes
+Niggas they get you bout money, they hungry for honey
+Meanwhile I'm over here in a foreign country, nigga wanna know who done it
+You gotta survive, the jungle safari, I'm a legend alive
+You got no rings like Amar'e, pull out the chopper I'm sorry
+Do you remember the days I was down, I couldn't afford it
+Now I'm on, got the Bently coupe, and it came equipped with the Forgis
+Take him back to the bando, when a nigga had a J snortin'
+OTF and Migo Gang, young, rich niggas important
+Nigga better learn a lesson, young nigga this the Migo story
+Nigga better have my money, grab the 'chete, chop him down like a forrest
+
+[Hook]
+Nigga I'll a tweak 'bout my money
+Up at night, no sleep 'bout my money
+Get your ass killed in a week 'bout my money
+I'm off a pill and I'm geeked 'bout my money
+I'm living that lifestyle, livin' that lifestyle
+I'mma need it right now, right now
+I'm living that lifestyle, I'm livin' that lifestyle
+That money I need it right now, I need it right now
+I need my money
+[Verse 3: Offset]
+Offset! Right now! Right now!
+In my windy while I'm flying, demy fly, north side, I reside
+Entrepreneur independent did it on my own, yeah it was I
+Pistol Pete, my nigga Dada
+I had to shed a tear, I had to cry, I couldn't believe it when she got revived
+The streets is a jungle he didn't survive
+Guala, peso, euro make a movie call me Robert Dinero
+Wrestler flexing Eddie Guerrero go to the riches the streets is narrow
+Right now, you can get it right now, I run to the money dont need a tie
+I'm watching my back like I am a owl, 30 round extension
+Laugh at you niggas like Richard Pryor, minimum wage I make 40 thou'
+You trusting that bitch she won't' hold you down
+Smoking on loud, that's surround sound
+There's a knock at the door I look at the peep hole
+I leave you with stiches so where is Lilo?
+Pay me my money before it get repoed
+All the dirt that I did, And the lord he still chose
+
+[Hook]
+Nigga I'll a tweak 'bout my money
+Up at night, no sleep 'bout my money
+Get your ass killed in a week 'bout my money
+I'm off a pill and I'm geeked 'bout my money
+I'm living that lifestyle, livin' that lifestyle
+I'mma need it right now, right now
+I'm living that lifestyle, I'm livin' that lifestyle
+That money I need it right now, I need it right now
+I need my moneyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Don’t Love[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+VVS's dripping down my neck, I'ma drown ho
+Smith and Wesson, thinking I'm a game, I'm like Rambo
+Came a long way from the trenches and the bando
+Now it's me and Booka, Ikey, Doodie in a Lambo
+Switchin' lanes, switchin' lanes, can't switch up on my main gang
+You will die in the trenches thinking shit a game
+These streets don't love you, these niggas don't love you for real
+These bitches don't love you, these bitches don't love you for real
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+You can't run from your problems, nigga, you can't avoid it
+They don't believe Rondo can get out, I got a lawyer
+I'm from the dirt with my brothers like we came from soil
+We too loyal to let this money change us, shit not royal
+Get out these streets lil bro, this shit ain't for you
+Just know that shit a lie when they say they love you
+Gotta watch out for that knife when they come and hug you
+'Cause it be the same niggas to come and slug you
+I'm product of my environment
+Bro a ex-killer, come out retirement
+If he go down by himself for that case he'll tie you in
+They gon' pull your strings like a violin
+They gon' shoot your shit in traffic, no matter what car you in
+Went to the streets and asked the dope boys is they hiring?
+Gotta shoot something just to be with us, can't sign you in
+If you over there and you don't 'pose to, you gon' die with them
+Mama told me stay off these drugs, I need counseling
+Tryna serve without paying, something gotta give
+Always gotta chase a check, my son gotta live
+How the fuck you want they custody, you ain't got a crib?
+Got a crib, got a crib
+Never serve a nigga where you gotta live
+Secretive, secretive
+Never tell a nigga where you live
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+VVS's dripping down my neck, I'ma drown ho
+Smith and Wesson, thinking I'm a game, I'm like Rambo
+Came a long way from the trenches and the bando
+Now it's me and Booka, Ikey, Doodie in a Lambo
+Switchin' lanes, switchin' lanes, can't switch up on my main gang
+You will die in the trenches thinking shit a game
+These streets don't love you, these niggas don't love you for real
+These bitches don't love you, these bitches don't love you for real
+
+[Verse 2: Derez De'Shon]
+These bitches don't love you for real
+These niggas don't love you for real
+See love get you killed
+I swear love gon' get me killed
+Been through so much pain, I'm poppin' drugs with the pills
+Yeah, I came from nothin' and I made it, niggas hate me
+Bitches tryna have my baby, I even don't understand it
+I keep get into it with my family, they keep askin' me for paper when they hear me on the radio station
+All I wanted was the money, never wanted fame
+Niggas actin' like they know me, they don't even know my pain
+Bitch actin' like she know me, she don't even know my name
+I'm a son of a king but ain't no crown when we talk reign
+I got hoels in my umbrella
+If I would've known, I probably would have done better
+Put my trust in niggas when I should have known better
+Bustin' my pistol, when it's empty, nigga gon' tell it
+I'm jealous 'cause these niggas fake but they get respect
+They lyin' in they rhymes, I tell the truth and I get neglect
+Really sold nicks and dimes, tryna get a check in
+Before dinner time, if not dinner, at least breakfast
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+VVS's dripping down my neck, I'ma drown ho
+Smith and Wesson, thinking I'm a game, I'm like Rambo
+Came a long way from the trenches and the bando
+Now it's me and Booka, Ikey, Doodie in a Lambo
+Switchin' lanes, switchin' lanes, can't switch up on my main gang
+You will die in the trenches thinking shit a game
+These streets don't love you, these niggas don't love you for real
+These bitches don't love you, these bitches don't love you for realEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+U Said[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Take her to Calabasas, get a new crib (New crib)
+Why you tell your friend about the group chat? (Group chat)
+I asked you for a threesome, you don't do head (She don't do head)
+You say I'm disrespectful, this what you said (This what you said)
+You said (You said), you said (You said)
+You say I'm disrespectful, this what you said
+
+[Verse 2: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
+On a mission to fucking two twins
+But I got a problem, I don't do head
+Fuck a JetBlue, I'm on a blue jet
+She gon' eat me up until I go, uh, uh
+Seven thousand on a furry coat, uh, uh
+Feeling like I sacrificed a goat, uh
+You still hit me up, I say I won't
+I can tell you really wanna go
+
+[Interlude: Lil Durk]
+You said, you said
+
+[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
+I done introduced you to designer pills
+And you sucking dick for some designer still
+And I'ma ride with you like he gon' ride with his, oh
+A Boogie Mary J and I'm Lauryn Hill
+Diamonds water on me, and I be snorkeling still
+And I thought about you cheating on me, I don't know how to feel
+[Verse 4: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
+I swear to God I won't know how to feel
+You was fucking with me way before I had a deal
+When I had that curfew, you made sure that I was there
+On probation smoking weed and popping all the pills
+And she keep teasing me and shit, she know I love it, yeah
+And all my jeans 2K a piece, I got a hundred pairs
+And I can't make no more mistakes, I'm going hardest, yeah
+Yeah, say my name, say my name, say Artist, yeah
+
+[Verse 5: Lil Durk]
+Looking from a distance, a sexy girl
+Fuck her from her back, fuckin' up her epidural
+She fucking up my name, what I got a nicki' for?
+Put some love inside my heart, be what I'm looking for, oh
+Reality to my life, I gotta snap back
+I knew she was a whole ho when she sent me pussy all on Snapchat, yeah, yeah
+I know she in the Gucci and the Pucci, but I know she was a groupie fuckin' Nuski
+Every time you see me, all my diamonds water, water, water, water, it's a movie
+Woah, woah, in reality I love you
+And I won't give this feeling for nothing in this world
+Woah, woah
+
+[Outro: Lil Durk]
+I told 'em this a vibe right here
+Hit the bottom of the water, water, waterEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Chiraq Demons[Intro: Lil Durk]
+Yeah, yeah
+I'ma be on some No Auto Herb shit in this motherfucker, bro
+Real Chiraq demons, you dig? (Deezy)
+Gang, gang
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk & G Herbo]
+PTSD, I be off of drugs in the day (Off the drugs)
+Gotta watch out for my dawg, they tryna get me out the way (Get me out the way)
+I can't be around my felons 'cause I got a pending case (Got a pending case)
+Got my dawg out for a ninety and I dropped him off a K (Man, what?)
+Called Johnny, no veneers, I need like ninety in the face (Man, what?)
+The one that died, he had like ninety to his face (Man, what?)
+I can't talk 'bout how he died 'cause they gon' build another case (Build another case)
+See, what's his name had (Doo-doo-doo), he came back, then he (Grrah, grrah)
+Every candle lit (Candle), I buy Audemars (Buy Audemars)
+I don't be focused all the time 'cause I buy all the cars (Buy all the cars)
+I buy all the guns (I buy all the guns), Herb got all the ones (Got all the ones)
+Ain't no G-Fazos, the opps buy all the lady ones (Fuck nigga)
+
+[Verse 2: G Herbo]
+I know God gon' keep me safe, I got my gun when I pray (Ayy)
+We just found out where he stay, can't have no fun, we gon' lay
+It ain't nothin' but six shots, my hitter run with the A
+Ain't nothin' less than thirty shots when I got my son, I can't play (You know that)
+He just caught five up top, now his body numb, go'n slay
+Lil' bro got a nigga leavin' out the club, gon' blaze him
+Chiraq demons, you can't save us
+Coke and guns, that's what raised us
+I told Durk 'nem, they got buddy out the way quick, I don't blame 'em (Shit)
+[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
+All my niggas sellin' zaza whole, we not 'bout half-a-pounders
+Got the 'Raq inside the stu', boy, we gon' rob the out-of-towners
+Four-five at my crib, PO had searched my crib, he never found it
+Lil' boy, he better graduate before this Draco cap and gown him
+I fucked half the strippers, I was fuckin' Hoopa's baby mama
+I might pull out quick and bust up on they face, ain't use a condom
+Used to call them folks a snake, now he a snake, anaconda
+Every time you look up, all the opps be dead every summer (Man, what?)
+
+[Bridge: Lil Durk & G Herbo]
+Every summer (Yeah, yeah)
+Every summer (Yeah, yeah)
+Every summer (Get back gang)
+Every summer (Get back, what?)
+Every summer (Get back gang)
+Every summer (Get back)
+Every summer (Get back gang)
+Every summer (Yeah)
+
+[Verse 4: G Herbo & Lil Durk]
+We on Essex with two hundred shots every summer
+Lil' foenem be actin' wild now 'cause we got bread comin' (Fuck it)
+And I know a nigga tellin' every time the feds comin' (Fuck boy)
+Would've never got your mans, you wasn't in there saying nothin', nigga
+He an opp that me know from the 'Gram, call him fan, buddy
+My lil' homie just did some bad shit, he gettin' his dreads cutted (Right now)
+If he got some work and my block plottin' on 'em, yeah, they trunkin' him
+Top shots, he pop out, slumpin' 'em, they standin' under 'em (Skrrt)
+Over 'em, boy, you ain't no savage, I don't fuck with 'em
+I just saw the opps with all my chains, I ain't tuckin' 'em (Shit)
+And I walk right past 'em in the club 'cause I was clutchin' 'em (You know that)
+Lil Durk got a fifty, I got fifty, it's a buck on 'em (Man, what?)
+[Outro: Lil Durk & G Herbo]
+Every summer (Yeah, yeah)
+Every summer (Yeah, yeah)
+Every summer (Get back gang)
+Every summer (Get back, what?)
+Every summer (Get back gang)
+Every summer (Get back)
+Every summer (Get back gang)
+Every summer (Man, what?)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+One More Chance[Intro: Lil Durk]
+Turn the music up, yeah
+Feel like every time I talk, they listen, you know what I'm sayin'?
+Know what I'm sayin' like, I'm the one they look up to, you dig
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Let me tell you a story
+A story when I was a shorty
+I went to school on a daily
+And I was totin' my .40
+My homie got pounds on pounds
+I go over his crib like a forest
+Askin' can he put me on now
+Like why you ignoring me
+I tell em go pull up a Taurus
+At the top shootin a Taurus
+I mix up a 8 and I pour it
+I left my feelings in storage
+Remember I jumped out the Porsches
+You ain't no killa, ain't torch it
+Don't get caught in the mornin'
+We catch you, then we scorin'
+Wash that blood with chlorine
+You say I'm a hoe, you don't know me
+I get you touched with no cheese
+Gotta watch out cause I'm lowkey
+Niggas be cool with the police
+I made a dub off 4P
+I'm in the trap with 4 P's
+I went and copped me a rollie
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+I dun' showed love to these niggas
+But I mistreated niggas who gon' rock with me to the end
+Forgive me again, just gimme yo hand
+Them ain't my friends
+Y'all my friends
+Give me a chance
+Give me a chance...
+Give me one more chance
+Give me one more chance
+Give me one more chance
+Give me one more chance
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+Man I thought you was my dawg but you tricked me
+You tryna play me close but niggas know you out to get me
+Should've known when I said nah
+You cut me off that shit was fishy
+I trust you with my secrets but you went and told my business
+Wanna be on the Forbes with you
+I dun' slept on the floors with you
+I dun' went to war with you
+And we ain't have no pistols
+I tell you stories when we both was dirty
+When I was broke I was splittin' the perc'y
+When I went broke I sold my .30
+Couldn't get by and that shit hurt me
+Caught with a gun, that shit was jerky
+Called for a murder, they ain't showin' no mercy
+Snake yo blood, that shit ain't worth it
+At the same time ain't no one perfect
+Went on a hit, that nigga was nervous
+But I was blind cause nigga too thirsty
+Caught me a body, I built my courage
+Gotta watch out cause my dog was informin'
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+I dun' showed love to these niggas
+But I mistreated niggas who gon' rock with me to the end
+Forgive me again, just gimme yo hand
+Them ain't my friends
+Y'all my friends
+Give me a chance
+Give me a chance...
+Give me one more chance
+Give me one more chance
+Give me one more chance
+Give me one more chanceEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Going Strong[Intro]
+Tahj Money
+Ayy, pull up, Lam
+
+[Verse 1]
+Be direct when you be talkin', 'cause you talkin' like a gangster
+A lot of niggas get confused 'cause they be knowin' that I'm famous
+Speakin' of famous, I had some famous bitches touchin' on they ankles
+Put a Nuski chain on my neck and I feel the love when it dangles
+When they die, they mama trip like they ain't know that they was dangerous
+You said you love him on your page, your mama knew that they were strangers
+When I got it out the mud, I ain't really know about bein' able
+Tryna take care of my whole family, tryna keep them bein' stable
+
+[Chorus]
+I ain't gon' lie, I be claimin' I'm the realest
+I can't lie, that fake love feelin' different
+I can't lie, all the real gotta feel this
+I can't lie, we goin' strong with these millions
+
+[Post-Chorus]
+Goin' strong with these millions
+Goin' strong with these
+Goin' strong with these millions
+I'm goin' strong for these, uh
+[Verse 2]
+A nigga told me that you told, but I wasn't runnin' with it
+I know how it is when you gettin' old, that's why I ain't Stunna niggas
+I had a team buy a Rolls truck 'cause I got tunnel vision
+You can ask 'em how it feel to be down, I was in that tunnel with him
+When what's-his-name here got shot, what's-his-name was runnin' with him
+And we had got on what's-his-name ass 'cause he was fuckin' with him
+I sold the lean right under the line, I coulda cut it, nigga
+And I ain't never mad about bitches, I'll fuck 'em with you (Mhm)
+And it's a blessin', nigga
+And I ain't gon' cap, I ain't have a Glock, I had a Wesson, nigga
+And I ain't gon' cap, my opps was big, so I wasn't wrestlin' with 'em
+I'm on that corner, he on that corner, we turned to Malcolm, nigga, in the middle
+Promoters act like I wasn't hot, that's why I'm taxin' niggas
+I told Whoop put down that lean, he movin' backwards with it
+I treat that one bitch like a game, what's your Activision?
+Niggas talkin' 'bout some bodies, I get to acting silly
+
+[Chorus]
+I ain't gon' lie, I be claimin' I'm the realest
+I can't lie, that fake love feelin' different
+I can't lie, all the real gotta feel this
+I can't lie, we goin' strong with these millions
+
+[Post-Chorus]
+Goin' strong with these millions
+Goin' strong with these
+Goin' strong with these millions
+I'm goin' strong for these, uhEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I Made It[Intro]
+Young Chop on the beat
+Yeah
+Feel like a celebration
+I made it (They mad!)
+Told them I'ma make it!
+(Broke niggas ain't gon' make it that far)
+Turn up
+
+[Chorus]
+They hatin' already, make me feel like I made it already
+I came from nothin', climb to the top 'cause I made it already
+They ain't wanna believe me, I'm their favorite already
+Cars and hoes and jewels and clothes, I made it already
+I made it, I made it
+I made it, I made it
+I'm poppin' bottles, I'm faded
+I made it, I made it
+
+[Verse 1]
+Niggas say I made it, got these niggas hatin'
+Money team, I swear it feels like a bank that raised me
+Who'd a thought, the top spot, that I'd make it?
+Bronem got that 30 and bronem go crazy
+But I ain't really worried bout 'em
+Always got beef, but I ain't hear about em
+Chanel belt match the red bottoms
+She with you to get the bread out you
+Strip club, throw a couple thousand
+You could see they face when the bread pilin'
+See these 50's with the swearholic
+Broke ass nigga, turn to cab drivers
+Everything foreign, come from different countries
+All these bad bitches, gettin' different money
+If you niggas hatin', go and get some money
+If you niggas hatin', Go and get some money
+(Squad, squad, squad, squad)
+[Chorus]
+They hatin' already, make me feel like I made it already
+I came from nothin', climb to the top 'cause I made it already
+They ain't wanna believe me, I'm their favorite already
+Cars and hoes and jewels and clothes, I made it already
+I made it, I made it
+I made it, I made it
+I'm poppin' bottles, I'm faded
+I made it, I made it
+
+[Verse 2]
+They hatin', I made it, I hate em for hatin'
+"I changed my mind", crazy, why the fuck you got statements?
+And I started from the bottom, why the fuck they hatin' on me?
+Long time ago, had nothin' to snack on
+Had nobody to lean my back on
+No dyke, put the strap on
+'Cause it's hard out here
+Rich nigga you left to starve out here
+Gotta play ya part out here
+Can't let em put ya cards out here
+'Cause I made it, it's a celebration
+Why the fuck they hatin' on me? (Let's get it!)
+All the fancy cars, fancy clothes, fancy hoes, I got it
+Everything I got right now, as a kid, I couldn't imagine
+And I gotta have it, my shootas toe taggin'
+And you niggas might win, but my nigga's soul priceless
+And y'all on the light shit
+Red bottoms, fuck all that Mike shit
+I made this song, iont write shit
+Yeah I'm arrogant, 'cause I made it
+[Chorus]
+They hatin' already, make me feel like I made it already
+I came from nothin', climb to the top 'cause I made it already
+They ain't wanna believe me, I'm their favorite already
+Cars and hoes and jewels and clothes, I made it already
+I made it, I made it
+I made it, I made it
+I'm poppin' bottles, I'm faded
+I made it, I made it12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+We Ball (Remix)[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Fuck a footage, Nuski died in my face
+I knew I lost my family, I seen the color of the tape
+His momma still mad, so I gave her a break
+Break, bitch
+So long she startin' to think that I'm fake
+Chino, Asap, Pluto, Moski, Tayski, I can't live without them
+Gudda, that's 'Zoo brother
+I don't know him, but heard a lot about him
+Get smoked if you caught without it
+Thinkin' 'bout a pass, I doubt it
+Opps took so many factors, had to go and buy some choppers
+Niggas killed your homie, you ain't even ride
+Me and Booka from the Lam back to Steve Drive
+Folk 'nem extra
+Folk 'nem four, five deep
+On Pluto, Folk 'nem desperate
+Shooting shit with no mask on
+Fuck it 'cause Folk 'nem catching
+Have a kickback on your block
+We poppin' in every way
+Why he keep on talking like we won't turn him into a day?
+Niggas snake me once, then it's fuck niggas
+And you know we Muslim, so they had to keep the blood in 'em
+This will knock you cold, ain't nobody put no slugs in 'em
+Smoking on that Zeko, Fat Head, TuTu, Tooka, Lil Marc, JoJo
+Yes, we do it (gang)
+[Interlude: Lil Durk]
+Ooh, doo-doo (ooh, ooh)
+Doo-doo
+
+[Verse 2: Booka 600]
+L'A lost his blood, nigga
+If it was me, the one, they always had star, nigga
+And we was having heart to heart discussions
+Long nights in them trenches, shootouts bussin'
+Fuck the opps, we smoke Brick up in the lobby
+Got five brothers, they down for them bodies
+Nobody told
+Six ain't got no love in 'em
+Niggas out here spelling loyal, ain't got love in it
+These niggas bold
+Lil Boo told me how it was, nigga
+"All eyes on us, don't trust niggas"
+I feel his soul
+Pull that AK, let up
+Ain't a opp out here I'm letting up on
+Stello died for this shit, ain't letting up on 'em
+And I cried for that shit, this shit heavy on me (Yeah)
+
+[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
+Free all my brothers, I gotta go get 'em
+Can't tell you the story 'cause I'ma die with 'em
+You beefing with Folk 'nem, I cannot get in it
+If it's not a foreign, I cannot get in it
+Nobody knows, nobody knows
+Made this shit when I was all in my feelings
+In school, we posted up all in the building
+Your homie had told, but that's not my business (he told)
+Niggas be trippin'
+Lil nigga, you know what you did
+It's crazy, I heard you be fucking with kids
+Yeah, heard you fucking with kids
+Murder, murder
+Nigga, we ballin'
+Money to the jail, lawyers and bail
+Money to the side 'case they be callin'
+I'ma press one, niggas be dodging
+[Outro: Lil Durk, Booka 600, and Both]
+We don't do this often
+Catch a opp and off him
+Nigga we ball
+Yeah, yeah
+600, 600 (600), Snitch-K
+Yeah, yeah
+600 (600)
+600 (600)
+Snitch-K (Snitch-K)
+600 (600)
+300 (300)
+300 (300)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Love You[Intro: Lil Durk]
+Oh, oh
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+When we fight, can't let the world know
+Don't tell the group chat or let your girls know
+They be happy to see you down
+They be happy to see you down
+And my heart cold, but you heat it up
+Get you to the crib, lick it, beat it up
+Real power couple winnin', they can't compete with us
+Can't no one fuck this up 'cause this too deep with us
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+But I love you, that's why I'm into you
+My baby, oh, oh, that's why I'm into you
+My wifey, yeah, yeah, that's why I'm into you
+But I love you, but I love you
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+You stepped into a boss situation
+Turnt up with the young generation
+Tryna give you dick, you can't take it
+Treat you like a virgin, you can taste it
+Please don't tеll your friends my business
+Want you to be my girl, no friеndship
+I gave her the code to the mansion
+Want me to suck her toes, she demand it
+Oh, ice out her pendant
+Put a Rollie on her left wrist
+I don't condoned to no abortions
+Why you ain't keep it? (Oh)
+[Bridge: Lil Durk]
+I ain't never been in love this deep, you know what I'm sayin'? (Oh)
+Like my past my past, know what I’m sayin'? I regret it (Oh)
+But I think we made for each other, for real (Oh)
+
+[Verse 3: Sydny August & Lil Durk]
+Feelings got deep and you got bold
+Secrets got leaked but I don't fold
+You know what I need to stay here
+Baby, don't keep me waitin'
+Tell me when you on your way home
+I don't wanna fight with those I love
+I just wanna be happy, look
+Ain't much that I'm askin', no, yeah
+You should know, our business is personal, I think you're worth it all
+If you don't, I'll reassure you when I take it off
+Show me how you want me
+Fill up when you on E
+You know how I'm ridin' (Oh), oh, yeah (Oh)
+
+[Outro: Lil Durk]
+Oh, yeah, when you be touchin'
+Makes you think about fuckin'
+I got y'all, word, right
+The way I lick up on you
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+I ain't wonderin' 'bout you, oh3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Every Freakin’ Day[Intro]
+(Tre made this beat)
+(Ayy, pull up Lam)
+(Hey Boss, Did you sample that?)
+
+[Chorus]
+Every freakin' night and every freakin' day
+I wanna touch your body in every freakin' way
+Every freakin' night and every freakin' day
+Every freakin' night and every freakin' day
+I wanna touch your body in every freakin' way
+Never leave my side, she'll never leave my ways
+I can't even lie, know that she is bae
+
+[Verse 1]
+Gotta do a store run, she'll trick me with that long tongue
+And she had me lackin', I went to see her and I ain't had no gun
+Say she bring her best friend, she tell me it's gon' be more fun
+Only smoke that exotic baby, I don’t do shit make my nose run
+She say it's my pride, I let them bitches in the way
+Every fuckin' night, we fuckin' every freakin' day
+Talkin' Gucci poochie, I gave her slides and gave her shades
+She comfortable around me, took off her wig, I seen her braids, uh-huh
+Never been in love just ask my momma
+And she makin' love to a thug off Summer Walker
+She say, "Durk, I ain't know you moan," I say, "I'm an imposter"
+I fucked her from the back then I ain't even put her on my roaster
+She think she bougee, all that, I put her on my partner
+Gucci, New-York ballcap, feel like I’m from Brooklyn
+Told her I can't lack but I'd do it all for the pussy
+I told her she can get all that as long as she douche it, hmm
+[Chorus]
+Every freakin' night and every freakin' day
+I wanna touch your body in every freakin' way
+Every freakin' night and every freakin' day
+Every freakin' night and every freakin' day
+I wanna touch your body in every freakin' way
+Never leave my side, she'll never leave my ways
+I can't even lie, know that she is bae
+
+[Post-Chorus]
+Every freakin' night and every freakin' day
+I wanna touch your body in every freakin' way
+
+[Verse 2]
+And I hate liars and she hate liars
+Real nigga, my bio
+Got the streets on fire
+Real nigga, my idol
+Got time for no title
+In the streets I was blindfolded
+I done fell in love with a cold bitch
+Rather die inside the streets instead of COVID
+I'm freaky like you is
+I'm tryna wipe your tears
+I'm tryna have your kids
+I'm tryna have your kids
+[Chorus]
+Every freakin' night and every freakin' day
+I wanna touch your body in every freakin' way
+Every freakin' night and every freakin' day
+Every freakin' night and every freakin' day
+I wanna touch your body in every freakin' way
+Never leave my side, she'll never leave my ways
+I can't even lie, know that she is bae
+
+[Post-Chorus]
+Every freakin' night and every freakin' day
+I wanna touch your body in every freakin' way2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Set It Off[Intro]
+You know I love my niggas man, to death
+Free Nine
+I can't change for no bitch, no money, no nothing, you hear me?
+My loyalty's to my brothers, to these streets, you dig?
+Gang, woah
+
+[Chorus]
+What you know 'bout trigger hands with dummy
+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 niggas I can't go broke no more
+I just told my jeweler I need an Audemar
+I hit the lotto, copped a foreign car
+Like I can't believe it
+
+[Verse 1]
+Fake hoes, say no, ay
+Fly shit, better clothes, ay
+Chopppers and Dracos, ay
+I remember late shows, ay
+Crack 'til the bank close, ay
+Fuckin' one of Drake's hoes, ay
+Stashin' in the straight A, ay
+Where I'm from you ain't safe, ay
+War time pop out, slide
+Get killed, you go outside
+Not unless the mops 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 it 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 been a boss
+Swag OC, I'm a [?]
+Hear Rondo got out but I ain't seen the boy
+Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
+[Chorus]
+What you know 'bout trigger hands with dummy
+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 niggas I can't go broke no more
+I just told my jeweler I need an Audemar
+I hit the lotto, copped a foreign car
+Like I can't believe it
+
+[Verse 2]
+Nowhere to stay
+Always shots, nowhere to play
+My life so crazy now
+Spent eight on the section, said fuck Section 8
+I bought my mom a new crib
+No more rent being late
+I told my granny she get the world and that's my word ok?
+Bar money, brick money
+Car money, stick money
+Give a bitch nine dollars
+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 being broke
+And I was tired of being 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
+[Chorus]
+What you know 'bout trigger hands with dummy
+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 niggas I can't go broke no more
+I just told my jeweler I need an Audemar
+I hit the lotto, copped a foreign car
+Like I can't believe itEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Rockstar[Intro: Lil Durk]
+Young Chop on the beat
+Put your hands up, put your hands up, put your hands up
+Oh, ooh, rockstar
+Turn me up, John
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it
+Put prescription drugs on my tongue, I had to take it
+Keep my secrets deep down inside, I had to face it
+For you, I put my life on the line, that shit felt crazy
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+They gon' ride still, them ain't Percs, them Advils
+Don't you hate when the guys tell? Hate results from a nine shell
+Take the fans off of lockdown, Securus call, I'ma press one
+Felony on my background, gun license, you ain't got one
+Trigger finger, catch a nine one, I remember swipin' bad cards
+I remember wifin' bad bulls, broke nigga thought the vibe off
+I remember totin' cap guns, a lot of pounds of that platinum
+A lot of pounds, I go platinum, woah (Rockstar), rockstar
+Nigga, fuck your homie, I heard they cappin' too
+My homie pull up lookin' like me, you would think they rappin' too
+They kill you dead, they sit down calm and smoke a black or two
+Salt on his name, they tried to frame him, free Makado
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+A rockstar lifestyle, might not make it
+Put prescription drugs on my tongue, I had to take it
+Keep my secrets deep down inside, I had to face it
+
+[Interlude: Lil Durk & Lil Skies]
+Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
+Yeah, yeah
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Skies]
+I'm sipping real codeine (Codeine), two hundred racks on me (On me)
+I done put stars on the roof (On the roof), inside a galaxy (Uh)
+Flight after flight, I'm gone (I'm gone), I'm tourin' overseas (Overseas)
+My brother doing life (Life), cops never gon' let him free (Fuck them)
+These niggas not built like we (Hell nah), broke nigga gon' talk, he cheap (Broke)
+Me and Durk top dog like Meech (Like Meech), pack touch, we flood the streets (The streets)
+Pray my opps get deceased (They dead), ain't no love for the weak (R.I.P.)
+And if I die tonight (R.I.P.), bury me in my dreams, just 'cause
+This a rockstar lifestyle, bitches gettin' naked
+I roll up like 20 blunts, know that I'ma face it
+I been through like too much, why I'm gettin' wasted
+Fuck all of the fake shit, they hatin'
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk & Lil Skies]
+Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it
+Put prescription drugs on my tongue, I had to take it
+Keep my secrets deep down inside, I had to face it
+For you I put my life on the line, that shit felt crazy
+For you I put my life on the line, that shit felt crazy
+For you I put my life on the line, that shit felt crazy
+For you I go and unload the nine, that shit so crazy
+For you I put my life on the line, that shit felt crazy2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Lamborghini Mirrors[Intro]
+TouchofTrent be wildin' with it
+
+[Verse 1: Booka600 & Lil Durk]
+I had a hard time tryna prove to you
+I'm in the city now, but I am passin' through
+One visit to the county, I see Makado
+She say she want my love and I'm gentle
+You ain't keep your word, when you told me, "Yeah", you said you fin' to
+You crashed your car, you ain't have no cash, I gave you a rental
+Gossip 'bout the streets, you had a convo with a pillow
+Fuck with me or my opps, lil' nigga, can't be in the middle
+Conversations, countin' money, we will stack it in the middle
+Had a dream we all shared, but we prayed individual
+Turnt your back on your brother for some cash and I ain't feelin' you
+Gettin' money in the hood, you don't spread love, then they killin' you
+Unc was in the box, he did fed time
+Shootouts on the E-way and them cats goin' down the Dan Ryan
+Number one rule, look out of your rearview, you'll get fan down
+Talk about that shit you did in your past, you did, don't say it loud (Yeah, yeah)
+Never catch a body, with a nigga that fear you (Niggas that fear you)
+How a nigga tell on my brother and be so fearless? (Be so fearless)
+Two-tone sit in the cut when I play the field (The field)
+How the fuck you feelin' the love when the blood spill? (Yeah, yeah)
+
+[Bridge: Booka600]
+Blue stone, diamond cuts, gang-gang, sign up
+I was in the limelight, back to gettin' treacherous
+Slide when the time right, it was never shit to us (Yeah)
+Can't feel the drugs when they enter us (Ooh us)
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk & Booka600]
+My uncle walked out my life and I can't stand him
+Knocked right on my granny door, but I ain't wanna answer
+It's fucked up he lost his life to some cancer
+Your turned your back, I needed you the most, you left me abandoned (Oh, oh)
+Niggas tried to hide they documents
+See, when he died on bad terms, I wish we locked in it
+I vouch to lose my life natural, not on the block again
+It's one point we had fell off, now we at the top again
+When I asked you, you said, "No", so I won't ask again
+Had a fight when I was locked up, they send me to max again
+And I don't get checked before my shows, just know them straps is in
+They'll do a walkthrough before I get there, a nigga packed again
+You can't leave love in the past, you gotta try again
+I gotta watch the way I park, that's why I'm backin' in
+My guys died so we drop ashes in the Lamborghini
+We do a lot to stay alive, I swear I'm dying to get it
+As for Durk and Lil' D, I swear I'll bribe the jury
+Pissed on himself when he got ten, hate the smell of urine
+Willow, Deliah, Bella B, I swear I'm dying for you
+Real niggas never run they mouth, I'm in that category2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I Don’t Know[Intro]
+(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it)
+
+[Verse 1]
+I gotta stay off the 'Gram, the opposition DM'ing me threats (Let's get it)
+When bro'nem died, he got an autopsy, they said he full of that X
+I'm a young nigga who gettin' that check and I don't have problem with sex
+I'm a young nigga who pop my shit, they say I'm cocky, aggressive
+I get that vibe, you turned to snake, I swear I'ma turn to Melly (Let's get it)
+Locked up with the nigga who told on his mans, that shit Tom and Jerry
+Cartier skeleton on my arm, got my arm skelly
+Plus two bracelets say the voice, he got my arm buried
+I look out, don't know who trust, I say it's all scary
+I'm checkin' up on one of my dawgs, he ain't respond lately
+I took a bag full of stacks to a bond lady
+I gave you drugs, you ain't bring the profits and you say I'm crazy?
+
+[Pre-Chorus]
+I don't know
+I don't know (Let's get it)
+I don't know
+I don't know
+
+[Chorus]
+Is you niggas really with me? I don't know
+Do you think these niggas out to get me? I don't know
+Man you think you made it out the city? I don't know
+Do you believe the rumor, see who was snitchin'? I don't know
+[Verse 2]
+And I don't know too many
+I heard them rumors that you was tellin'
+But I know you didn't
+One nigga say he didn't but I know he did
+And I know he's shitty
+You gon' get snaked tryna hang with different blocks, I know my city
+They say my brother hopped out the streets, I'm like, "No, he didn't"
+Headshot, fucked up memory
+Perky pill, fucked up kidney
+Spin 'round, like, "Who did it?"
+Fed call, free my niggas
+The guard had told him, "Three more minutes," yeah (Hmm, hmm)
+
+[Pre-Chorus]
+I don't know
+I don't know  (Let's get it)
+I don't know
+I don't know
+
+[Chorus]
+Is you niggas really with me? I don't know
+Do you think these niggas out to get me? I don't know
+Man you think you made it out the city? I don't know
+Do you believe the rumor, see who was snitchin'? I don't know1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+They Forgot[Intro]
+(It's a LeekeLeek banger)
+Gang! Gang!
+We started this shit nigga, they know
+Niggas cross me, they know
+Talkin' I ain't did shit for 'em, they know
+Pussy niggas, I cut 'em off, bitch
+Gang! Gang!
+
+[Chorus]
+I just brought some MACs and shit, couple killers is after me
+Got the city all on gang dick, they used to laugh at me
+Had to cut a couple niggas off, and now they mad at me
+Had to blow a bag on designer, I'm in the fashion scene
+Mini chopper that Draco catchin' me lackin' me
+Randy give him two shots to his face, 'cause he lied to me
+Rest in peace my homies, I feel like them niggas died for me
+You ain't no street nigga
+You ain't no street nigga
+
+[Verse 1]
+Bitch nigga
+And I gave 'em cash, I'm a rich nigga
+Before I got this fame I kept a stick nigga
+And I fuck his bitch, I gave her dick nigga
+Now tell 'em every reason why you sick nigga
+And I'm the reason why you got them bricks nigga
+Sneak dissin', catch him by himself, ain't got a stick with him
+100 thousand jewels, I cop my lil' bitch a mink nigga
+Would say I hope you OD but I don't jinx
+Pussy boy, telling everything to the pigs nigga
+Talkin' 'bout I don't do shit for the fam, bitch I'm from the Lam
+100 here, 100 thou'
+Free my niggas out the jail
+I'll never rat
+50K, I drop it out the sac
+Bike life
+Slide on that Banchee, I'ma Meek his ass
+Nightlife
+Slide to his crib, I'ma creep his ass
+Left, right
+3, 4 times, I'll beat his ass
+If came with us, I swear to God we'll leave his ass
+[Chorus]
+I just brought some MACs and shit, couple killers is after me
+Got the city all on gang dick, they used to laugh at me
+Had to cut a couple niggas off, and now they mad at me
+Had to blow a bag on designer, I'm in the fashion scene
+Mini chopper that Draco catchin' me lackin' me
+Randy give him two shots to his face, 'cause he lied to me
+Rest in peace my homies, I feel like them niggas died for me
+You ain't no street nigga
+You ain't no street nigga
+
+[Verse 2]
+Niggas say Chicago ain't mine, them niggas  lyin'
+Think about fuckin' with mine, them niggas dyin'
+Future got me poppin' a Perc, I took a few a slime
+Free the guys doin' real time, 22 and 9
+Even though they want 1,000 pennies, niggas won't drop a dime
+They know we fuckin' hoes in the city
+Fuck 'em once and never call a bitch back
+I'm that nigga, follow who?
+Only time I follow niggas are for Twitter
+Watch this shit, go and get my own
+With no asking shit
+Past this shit, classic shit
+I might fuck a ratchet bitch
+Bitch I'm me, I can't fuck for free
+30K to see
+Bitches sleep, got 'em mad at me
+People hated me
+Super sauce, I'm a super boss
+Killas super off
+Niggas hoes, niggas super salty
+And I got designer, Loubs and all
+Niggas straight snitches, just to lose 'em all
+Nigga what, nigga who is y'all
+Bernie take 'em off!
+Gang! Gang!
+[Chorus]
+I just brought some MACs and shit, couple killers is after me
+Got the city all on gang dick, they used to laugh at me
+Had to cut a couple niggas off, and now they mad at me
+Had to blow a bag on designer, I'm in the fashion scene
+Mini chopper that Draco catchin' me lackin' me
+Randy give him two shots to his face, 'cause he lied to me
+Rest in peace my homies, I feel like them niggas died for me
+You ain't no street nigga
+You ain't no street niggaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Support You[Intro]
+Who shot you? I don't know, they got you
+Way this shit going, man, it probably was your partner
+And it hurt my soul when I don't be talking to my daughters
+Free Big Meech, they gave him five plus a quarter
+He ain't never tell, he got pride, that's his morals
+Can't bump into them niggas, I can never keep it cordial
+I support my brothers, put they music in my story (AyeTM)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Grew up with no cable
+It's so crazy 'cause I bumped into a label, got some money from a label
+They gon' rob until they stable
+And if it's for my brother, ain't no favor, yeah
+Gotta watch them niggas, they confusing
+They gon' turn they back on you, they find out that you losin'
+Watch the police on the Waze app, that's why I be cruisin'
+R.I.P. to Nunu, put his face on a Cuban, yeah
+
+[Chorus]
+If they don't support you
+Niggas ain't for you
+Niggas ain't loyal
+Niggas don't love you
+They'll take you
+You ain't a snake but they'll make you
+I hate a nigga who ungrateful
+Been in the streets for so long, I can tell you who play cool
+[Verse 2]
+He ain't a shooter, he ain't shot shit
+And he ain't rich 'cause he ain't got shit
+At least keep a Kel-Tec in your pocket
+And I knew it was lit when Rondo had a rocket
+I'm recording in the Wraith room
+I got a freaky lil' bitch, she play with grapefruit
+She a lil' eater lil' bitch, she drinking Grey Goose
+We do the dash on the E-way, gotta watch out for the state troops
+In Boston, damn near fell out off them pills, huh
+You call them niggas your brothers, they ain't real, huh
+Your first time in the shootout gave you chills, huh?
+Knew it was real when he lost his appeal, huh
+You can't wake up and rob, that's a skill, huh
+You can't wake up and kill, that's a skill, huh
+Rich niggas come around her and steal her
+Come around her and steal her
+
+[Chorus]
+If they don't support you
+Niggas ain't for you
+Niggas ain't loyal
+Niggas don't love you
+They'll take you
+You ain't a snake but they'll make you
+I hate a nigga who ungrateful
+Been in the streets for so long, I can tell you who play coolEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Thotty thing[Hook:]
+She know she a thot she gonn do the team
+She in molly world, and she want anything
+She says she want durk, she say she want king
+She won't worry bout tomorrow, don't worry bout a thing
+She know she a thot, she gon' do the team
+She in molly world, And she with anything
+She says she want durk, she say she want king
+?????????, doing her thotty things.(2X)
+
+[Verse 1: King Louie]
+I don't love these hoes, but I love a thotty girl
+Let us billy jean, tell her baby its your world
+Rolling off a flat, but her ass non flat
+Any flack is fat when we juicy throw it back
+Smokin loud pack, champagne on ice
+She know I'm the shit but she said it's alright
+Bring her friend with her, I ain't fuckin all night
+She a thot to should have called her thot twice
+She got long hair so I pull it when we do it
+When she come she squirt and I love to make her do it
+I know she a thot
+But right now she lookin boo-ish
+And I'm off the shit so I might be talking foolish
+
+[Hook:]
+She know she a thot, she gone do the TEAM
+She in molly world, and she want anything
+She says she want durk, she say she want king
+She won't worry bout tomorrow, don't worry bout a thing
+She know she a thug, she gonn do the thangs
+She in molly world, and she want anything
+She says she want durk, she say she want king
+She won't worry bout tomorrow, don't worry bout a thing(2X)
+[Verse 2 : Lil Durk]
+Them Foreign Cars I Got Em , them bad bitches menaging
+Her head game on thotsome, My Forgiato's off
+I'm ridin' out, my hobby, my Robins got the wings
+A bad bitch, she a bad bitch, and she like to do the team
+Her man [?] can, I'm rollin off them beans
+.40 with a beam call me Mr. Clean
+Candy with the lean
+Promethezine I'm young, flexin, a vale checkin
+Her head game blow me, blow me the loud I'm smokin, smokin
+I'm flexin on these fuck niggas, fuck niggas
+And I'm screaming fuck niggas, fuck niggas
+And she got me rollin and I tell da bitch like nahh
+&i tell tha bitch like nahhh
+
+[Hook:]
+She know she a thot she gonn do the team
+She in molly world, and she want anything
+She says she want durk, she say she want king
+She won't worry bout tomorrow, don't worry bout a thing
+She know she a thug, she gonn do the team
+She my molly world,And she want anything
+She says she want durk, she say she want king
+She won't worry bout tomorrow, don't worry bout a thing.(2X)6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Faneto (Remix)[Intro]
+Gang, squad
+Ain't gon' lie, I'm squad and I'm gang, they the same thing, feel me?
+King of Chicago once again, shout out Sosa
+Remember My Name, pussy
+Gang, gang
+Nigga we ain't goin'
+I just made 200 off tourin'
+Bang, bang, bang
+Bang, nigga, bang, gang, nigga, bang
+
+[Verse 1]
+I'm an OTF boy recruit
+Finna pull up to the zoo, nigga
+Loose nigga, free my nigga Zoo, he a loose screw
+Shoot nigga, we don't give a fuck, who is you, nigga?
+Food nigga, run up on Durk, he gon' lose, nigga
+Aye, 3K on the shoe, ho
+Pussy nigga softer than some NuVo
+I just took his brain, faneto
+I just hit a stain, faneto
+Aye, aye, aye, gang, gang, gang, aye, aye, faneto
+World around, they say they snatchin' Lil Durk's chain
+I be on Normal with 30's yellin' gang
+Bitch I terrify my city, nothin' changed (what you want?)
+Twitter niggas throwin' emojis by my name
+Bitch I'm ridin' through the opps
+Finna go and shoot Young Money up
+Grease my trigger finger, it ain't stuck
+I just told Kendall Jenner, can I fuck?
+Ain't no gang like my gang and they know
+South By SouthWest, I ain't goin' (Worldstar)
+Hit the stage with Meek Milly at his show (in Philly)
+He got Nicki , I just want me Dej Loaf
+Th-thirty on me, steady bumpin' at the opps
+Niggas hate I got my city shit on lock (Chiraq)
+I don't like Rugers, I like Glocks
+Niggas mad I'm steady screamin', "Free my pops"
+We gon' take some down, Faneto Gang
+I just told my lawyer, "Beat that case" (He beat that case)
+Call all the promoters, I need that change
+Run up on his ass, I need that face
+[Outro]
+Gang in this bitch
+We snatchin' chains in this bitch
+Shout out Sosa, man, shout out to the whole 300 movement
+May 12th, Remember My Name, the album droppin' man
+You know, they know I'm on this shit
+I'ma fuck somethin' up, man
+Take something down gang
+OTF gang, 300 gang, OBLOCK
+Hit a stain, faneto
+Aye this my city, nigga
+Ain't any competition13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Ten Four[Produced by Murda Beatz]
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Y'all say you got Fredo and Reese on camera
+How did y'all get my info?
+Hello? Who is this? (you been the one that we in to)
+I don't sell drugs, I ain't a plug
+My background from y'all was plenty of guns
+(You ain't the focus, and you bogus
+I seen your ass on plenty of runs)
+Mama called, said cops kicked the door
+Not lookin' for me lookin' for bro
+That Phantom y'all had came back stolen
+In the trunk three sets, 36 over
+Thirty bricks, pure shit no remix
+Address came back to her shit
+You a striker, three strikes, he out and it ain't no fight
+Call cell partner why?
+Hit 9 with a manslaughter, damn
+And his bond two million dollars flat
+I don't care cause Imma make it right back
+And the feds they all on my back
+Turned that street money into rap
+And these niggas trippin', these niggas bitchin'
+Got em all in your trap
+Nah!
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+First 48 that's a homi, had 40, had Tommy
+Two flats got my zombie, one flat that's a body
+In my mind smoke Bobby, we ain't a gang we a family
+Niggas wearin' "oh my", niggas spray and niggas die
+Phone tapped up, niggas say Durk nigga when they jam up
+Call Fredo, bring the pounds up
+Built 300 from the ground up, war time then we round up
+How you snitch, doin' five months
+I'm leaning dry like I'm smoking five blunts
+I can have all the bricks I want
+I can have all the guns I want
+Niggas tell but I want
+Out of sight, out of mind
+Head shots then I'm out of town
+Pull a tec if you out of bounds
+Whole hood let a hundred rounds
+Now he dead, now he underground
+You ain't a star nigga you underground
+Everybody know he runnin' wild, everybody know I'm a problem child
+Let's get it!44EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Shooter2x[Intro: Lil Durk & 21 Savage]
+I'mma say it 2 times with this money, money, on me, on me Gang!
+We ain't playin' with this niggas man
+Ay we different nigga
+Boss shit!
+
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+I just say it 2 times with this money, money and it's on me, on me
+Why you tweakin' ain't my homie, homie (Gang!)
+Get this cash, cash, I just want it fast, fast
+I'mma spaz, spaz
+Get on yo' ass, ass (Gang! Gang!)
+No need for vest, vest
+Aim, aim, head, head, chest, chest, yes, yes (Dope)
+Shooters, shooters with me, with me
+Why you playin' 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s (Gang!)
+
+[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
+Get the shots nigga, woah (21)
+That stick gon' sweep a nigga up, you better not hit the floor
+SWAT team, Mossberg, comin' through the door (21)
+Tommy gun woah
+Trench coat woah
+Lil' bitch I know you heard how Young Savage scrape the bowl (skrt)
+Motorola beepin' (21)
+VVSs fleekin' (fleek)
+Lil Durk he got the 30 on him, he might get to tweakin' (21)
+I just pulled up on yo' main bitch and you know she freaky (I did)
+She know I ain't no sleeper (ya dig)
+Time to call a uber (21)
+Young Savage man I bought a Draco for my shooter (21, 21)
+MAC 11 smoke yo' baby daddy like some hookah (ya dig)
+We got Glocks, Ks, TECs, nigga and bazookas (straight up)
+Clip long like a ruler (straight up!)
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+I just say it 2 times with this money, money and it's on me, on me
+Why you tweakin' ain't my homie, homie (Gang!)
+Get this cash, cash, I just want it fast, fast
+I'mma spaz, spaz
+Get on yo' ass, ass (Gang! Gang!)
+No need for vest, vest
+Aim, aim, head, head, chest, chest, yes, yes (Dope)
+Shooters, shooters with me, with me
+Why you playin' 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s (Gang!)
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+Me I just came out of poverty
+I just spent 50 on property
+I'm from the streets to the gun violence
+Glocks annihilate you probably
+I pour up a four for my dead guys
+My hood is more than a block to me
+I keep a jock on me, a couple killas ain't no opps with me
+Bitches want sex I want all mouth
+We be them niggas they talkin' 'bout
+I'm saucin' I'm walkin', I'm Wayne now
+Don't treat I'm coolin' with gang now
+Overdose I'm like Wayne now
+Before we was strapped like Girbaud jeans
+Now we spend 50 on chains now
+And we put 50 on things now
+Booty died from dialysis
+Opp niggas was the happiest
+The city know we be wacking shit
+Real killa, ain't know accident
+Crackin' calls with the MACs and shit
+Got the pounds and I'm matchin' shit
+Guns and dope in the mattress shit
+Fuck nigga with the actin' shit
+Gang!
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+I just say it 2 times with this money, money and it's on me, on me
+Why you tweakin' ain't my homie, homie (Gang!)
+Get this cash, cash, I just want it fast, fast
+I'mma spaz, spaz
+Get on yo' ass, ass (Gang! Gang!)
+No need for vest, vest
+Aim, aim, head, head, chest, chest, yes, yes (Dope)
+Shooters, shooters with me, with me
+Why you playin' 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s, 50s (Gang!)5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Mood I’m In[Intro: Lil Durk]
+Yeah, the type of mood I'm in, I'm on some fly shit
+You know what I'm sayin'?
+I feel like pourin' up a pint, I'ma pour it up you know?
+Durk and YFN Lucci yea yea
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
+I might pour a pint, that's the mood I'm in
+I might fuck yo' bitch, that's the mood I'm in
+Might post up in the trap, that's the mood I'm in
+OD off the percs, that's the mood I'm in
+I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
+I just might go Cartier for the rest of the year
+Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 grand for the Pair
+Yea yea
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Perky in my system I'ma vomit
+Trap goin' crazy and they know I'm the hottest
+Real gun not a emoji never shoot at comments
+Six of Hi tech in my cup it's never Watson (yeah)
+Tell them niggas (pay up)
+Day before the first day of school I used to stay up
+Dub bank allowed I was tryna get my J's up
+Shot my nigga Boonie he ain't want give his J's up
+I've been feeling moody lately, come give me that coochie baby
+Me and bro 'nem too related, never been a groupie hater
+Think I'm Fetty Wap in Chiraq, it's a zoovie baby
+The way I beat that pussy Kevin Gates, they gon' sue me baby
+(Let's get it!)
+[Chorus: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
+I might pour a pint, that's the mood I'm in
+I might fuck yo' bitch, that's the mood I'm in
+Might post up in the trap, that's the mood I'm in
+OD off the percs, that's the mood I'm in
+I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
+I  just might go Cartier for the rest of the year
+Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 grand for the Pair
+Yea yea
+
+[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
+Walk around with yo' car on my neck
+Nigga playin' we gon' get his ass wacked
+No Instagram but a nigga gotta check
+Go get the money we was raised like that
+Free my nigga Ape they gave him 10 years man
+And Step comin' home but he can't get them years back yea
+Just gave him 30 told 'em don't understand all that
+I got another .30 for ya when I get back
+Oh Lord knows that I'm traumatized, the look in my eyes
+Lord knows we gon' terrorize every one of you guys
+Lord knows we don't never hide, we don't never hide
+Put you on the news, get you televised now you worldwide
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
+I might pour a pint, that's the mood I'm in
+I might fuck yo' bitch, that's the mood I'm in
+Might post up in the trap, that's the mood I'm in
+OD off the percs, that's the mood I'm in
+I just put some water on my wrist so you can swim
+I just might go Cartier for the rest of the year
+Walk around like a ATM, 10 cash in my ear, 20 grand for the Pair
+Yea yea4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Did for the Streets[Intro]
+OG Parker
+
+[Verse 1]
+All the words you said out your mouth, I thought you was true with it
+I was down bad on my dick, felt like you was cool with it
+You even chopped me on some grams, ain't know what to do with it
+You said you pulled up on that car and you had blew in it
+Your secret safe with me
+My brother for eternity
+Fake love, ain't wasting energy
+Said you'd take a picture with the enemies
+
+[Chorus]
+We was fucked up, splittin' Mickey D's
+Ridin' in that Nissan, hopin' for some Bentley keys
+I was tellin' you about my problems with my kids and niece
+I ain't have no time for 'em, but I did for the streets
+And I ain't gon' brag on what I did for the streets
+I say I won't tell a soul what I did for the streets
+Better keep your mouth closed what I did for the streets
+Go up fifty a show, dropped Signed to the Streets
+
+[Verse 2]
+Rather fall out with my bitch then fall out with my brothers
+Feel like we blood brothers, call each other's mamas mamas
+They knew we was sellin' drugs, they told us hope we save for college
+Fuckin' hoes raw dog, and we paid for condoms
+Niggas said they gon' snake us after, shit, we playin' defense
+Niggas who don't come 'round here came around but we had stayed and sneak diss
+They say you ain't really got my back, don't know how I ain't peep it
+Sometimes I went outside without it, you had told me keep it
+Whole time these niggas who was trill, you told me they was sneaky
+Lowkey I told them niggas fuck 'em, lowkey I was tweakin'
+You who you is today, you got clout from me
+Niggas lowkey in the way, streets can vouch for me
+[Interlude]
+Sometimes I feel like ten your niggas will bust my brain, you hear me?
+Like for that paper, for this clout shit, like
+Know what I'm sayin', that shit bring disloyalty
+Know what I'm sayin', I ain't gon' lie
+I'd rather take myself out 'fore I let an opp
+Or a nigga I call my brother
+Know what I'm sayin', take me out this shit, like
+Like if, if, if I die or they kill me or like
+I hit rock bottom with no money, no nothing
+I'd rather be my reason for my downfall, not my brother's
+You know what I'm sayin'?
+
+[Chorus]
+We was fucked up, splittin' Mickey D's
+Ridin' in that Nissan, hopin' for some Bentley keys
+I was tellin' you about my problems with my kids and niece
+I ain't have no time for 'em, but I did for the streets
+And I ain't gon' brag on what I did for the streets
+I say I won't tell a soul what I did for the streets
+Better keep your mouth closed what I did for the streets
+Go up fifty a show, dropped Signed to the Streets
+
+[Outro]
+OG ParkerEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Is What It Is[Intro]
+Southside
+DJ on the beat so it's a banger
+
+[Chorus]
+Fresh up out of bed, got a call, he was dead
+It is what it is, fuck ’em all, we ain't scared
+Back back to that shit, we hit it all with some fear
+He said that he ain't tell, what he said ain’t gon' stick
+Fly in, then you don't fuck, then I'm not payin' for your expense
+I told him order that Benz but send in back up, it ain't the kin
+Niggas stick your hand in, always ask for a hand out
+I'm fuckin' up with my backend, I walk in Chanel and I cash out
+I need that check
+I need that check, I need that check, I need that check
+I need that check, I need that, I need that check
+I need that check, I need that check, I need that check
+I need that check, I need that check, I need that check
+
+[Verse 1]
+I need that check right now
+I’m in the stu’ off the X right now, yeah
+Rollin' on air right now
+Fuck around, text their ex right now
+You not so tough right now
+You in my city, you a guest right now (Uh)
+We ain’t gonna talk about drip
+I'm in Chanel, you in Guess right now (Pussy)
+I hit the road for the shows
+Just run up, gon' bring their poles with 'em
+A lot of these niggas so lame
+Don’t pull up, you ain't got your loads with 'em
+These bitches be playin' with their nose
+I pull up with a bag of Cole Bennett
+I pull up on Izzy for gold
+55K for some gold pendants
+I'm sellin' drugs to my tenants
+Broke niggas always try to come with opinions (Yeah)
+Ridin' through the city in a Bentley
+Could've been tinted, Chanel, but I want that Bentley (Uh)
+Realest nigga that you've come upon
+Free Ralo, he run up a marathon
+Good gas like a Marathon
+Killin' shit with their hazards on
+A fresh 20 just to add it on
+I put 20 in my Rag & Bones
+Type of shit I be braggin' on
+Make a call, put a ratchet on you
+You a goofy, they gon' stash it on you
+You ain't gang, don't ask for money
+O.T., they tax to join
+[Chorus]
+Fresh up out of bed, got a call, he was dead
+It is what it is, fuck 'em all, we ain't scared
+Back back to that shit, we hit it all with some fear
+He said that he ain't tell, what he said ain't gon' stick
+Fly in, then you don't fuck, then I'm not payin' for your expense
+I told him order that Benz but send in back up, it ain't the kin
+Niggas stick your hand in, always ask for a hand out
+I'm fuckin' up with my backend, I walk in Chanel and I cash out
+I need that check
+I need that check, I need that check, I need that check
+I need that check, I need that, I need that check
+I need that check, I need that check, I need that check
+I need that check, I need that check, I need that check
+
+[Verse 2]
+I'm standin' on couches with CCs
+Gotta watch out 'cause they shootin' up FEFEs
+They told me don't go without bein' 'round killers
+'Cause killers be watchin' these VVs
+You think he a killer, but his ass a goofy
+I heard he be ridin' the weewees
+His lil' bitch be trippin'
+She ask for some Gucci, but she know she get on her knee-knees
+Audemars, bust it down, 30, I bust it down
+Niggas won't lower the pounds
+You vouchin' for clowns, you can't come around (Pussy)
+Nowadays, niggas fight, these niggas gon' pull out cell phones
+Nowadays when we fight, my niggas gon' pull out a nail gun, yeah
+One call for raw beef, they tryna nail somethin'
+Don't condone the violence
+But if you gon' nail him, nail him 'cause they'll tell somethin'
+No threats on the internet
+I told my guys don't go way into that
+Next time don't have your kids with you
+I'ma tell lil' folks to go finish that
+Go get the Bentley, MAC
+I nut on my bitch with a pretty ass
+You not right there, where you really at?
+I'm on the Lam' with 300 guys, yeah
+You not a street nigga
+You see a shootout, you gon' get excited
+You not a street nigga
+Instagram watch your murder, you gon' get indicted, yeah
+Now my page on private (Page on private)
+Now my phone on silent (Phone on silent)
+I ain't tryna answer no questions (Answer no questions)
+I don't know what happened (Nah)
+All I know is he was cappin', trippin'
+Callin' my phone, tellin' his business
+I don't wanna hear 'bout no killin'
+And you ain't one of them niggas who killin'
+[Chorus]
+Fresh up out of bed, got a call, he was dead
+It is what it is, fuck 'em all, we ain't scared
+Back back to that shit, we hit it all with some fear
+He said that he ain't tell, what he said ain't gon' stick
+Fly in, then you don't fuck, then I'm not payin' for your expense
+I told him order that Benz but send in back up, it ain't the kin
+Niggas stick your hand in, always ask for a hand out
+I'm fuckin' up with my backend, I walk in Chanel and I cash out
+I need that check
+I need that check, I need that check, I need that check
+I need that check, I need that, I need that check
+I need that check, I need that check, I need that check
+I need that check, I need that check, I need that checkEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Too Late[Intro: Lil Durk]
+Dope
+Gang!
+Yeah
+2 times, 2 times!
+
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+Purple water, pour up that berry that's blue rain
+Diamond water Tity Boi 2 times, that's like 4 chains
+Boss shit, I fucked yo' baby mama in Mulsanne
+Fashion geek, fashion week, you should peep my shoe game
+Hoes wanna fuck me 'cause the fame, Ay! Ay!
+I think I wear more Yeezys than North West and Kim K
+Private jet, fuck a key I tell the clip boys that I'm late
+.40 on me, if you reading this message you too late
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+The streets left me hangin' with some niggas I can eat with
+Ridin' through with Chicago with some bulls on some street shit
+Fuck a lot niggas' hoes 'cause I'm on some me shit
+Do a hit, don't go by for yo' mans, he know he hit
+Real lean, you a fool you thinkin' that I drink hit
+Pull up on yo' bitch i8 drop I might hit the swift
+Dab on 'em, A.B in the trap I might jab on 'em
+AP, I know them well I spend a couple thou on 'em
+3 kids, they don't mean shit don't put no time in it
+I ain't talkin' college with these dudes, I put like 5 in it
+5 for the glasses, pussy nigga I see 5 men
+Slide with me, crippin' with my homie free the guys nigga
+2 shots from this Smith that's why they trippin'
+2 shots from this henny I can feel it
+We come for niggas yeah we know the business
+Rob me pussy niggas what's the endin', like
+I stunt, gotta open trunk to see the engine
+I bust, get up close to me and see that .50
+Like I must, get a 100 M's before I'm 50
+Like Pine Crush, sip so much lean that I broke my kidneys
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+Purple water, pour up that berry that's blue rain
+Diamond water Tity Boi 2 times, that's like 4 chains
+Boss shit, I fucked yo' baby mama in Mulsanne
+Fashion geek, fashion week, you should peep my shoe game
+Hoes wanna fuck me 'cause the fame, Ay! Ay!
+I think I wear more Yeezys than North West and Kim K
+Private jet, fuck a key I tell the clip boys that I'm late
+.40 on me, if you reading this message you too late
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+MAC is on me, niggas so do the Macarena, ay!
+Two seater, me and my main fuck I eat her, ay!
+Cool nigga, a pair of yeezys some Adidas, ay!
+15 thousand, go up to 20 for a feature, ay!
+2 pints, I was overseas gettin' it too high
+Too fly, I can get a mansion up in Dubai
+Drive by, only when I land up in the Chi
+Feds on me, and these niggas prayin' I get 10 lives
+Opps cats, and I know for sure they ain't got 10 lives
+Catch 'em one last time tell a pussy nigga bye bye
+Street nigga, way before Pac I was thug life
+Got up, it fell down twice I was drugged twice
+Can’t snitch, bitch I’m gang gang hoe I can’t switch
+Great hits, I ain’t talkin' music bitch I’m Ape shit
+Fake shit, only come around 'cause we stay lit
+Take shit, call Fat Boy Chubbs we gon' tape shit
+Man down, bitch my city lit, we don't play 'round
+Beefin' with my boys, tell them pussy niggas stand down
+Choppas mad rugers good night heard that gun sound
+Gonna shoot a nigga in his shit watch the gun shout
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+Purple water, pour up that berry that's blue rain
+Diamond water Tity Boi 2 times, that's like 4 chains
+Boss shit, I fucked yo' baby mama in Mulsanne
+Fashion geek,  fashion week, you should peep my shoe game
+Hoes wanna fuck me 'cause the fame, Ay! Ay!
+I think I wear more Yeezys than North West and Kim K
+Private jet, fuck a key I tell the clip boys that I'm late
+.40 on me, if you reading this message you too late2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Don’t Take It Personal[Chorus]
+Where you was at when I was in that war?
+I had nobody but me and my boys
+You niggas frauds yall ain't making noise
+But I ain't take it personal
+And I told you I was down to ride
+Now where you was when I was fightin' all them homicides
+But you wasn't with me in that war
+But I don't take nothin' personal
+
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+I'm in that field where it get real
+With plastic ass niggas playin' with the steel
+Pussy change for a little change
+Try to hang where I hang and then you got banged
+I done see the shit happen boy
+I ain't playin' my young boys they be clappin' boy
+OJ and T-Roy
+Mikey Ikey, Chief Wuk and Cali
+I tell them niggas go free Mikey Lord
+These niggas they be bitches they be psych'ing boy
+Fuck who don't like me boy
+I'm a bull in this shit
+
+[Chorus]
+Where you was at when I was in that war?
+I had nobody but me and my boys
+You niggas frauds yall ain't making noise
+But I ain't take it personal
+And I told you I was down to ride
+Now where you was when I was fightin' all them homicides
+But you wasn't with me in that war
+But I don't take nothin' personal
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+My first bank a case I had to calm down
+Caught a sack and lost J Money F-- around
+I gotta do another round
+I lost my guy that's when I went and made 100 rounds
+Now watch my niggas go bananas
+My homie got head shout out to Montana
+Chop 'em down like Montana
+I'm on the block I'm serving white, that Montana
+They told me I won't be shit
+They ask for hooks and features on some free shit
+I'm on some Steve shit
+Free Steve bitch
+RIP Steve shit
+
+[Chorus]
+Where you was at when I was in that war?
+I had nobody but me and my boys
+You niggas frauds yall ain't making noise
+But I ain't take it personal
+And I told you I was down to ride
+Now where you was when I was fightin' all them homicides
+But you wasn't with me in that war
+But I don't take nothin' personal
+[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
+And I told you I was warning you
+I was on D town I was on Normal too
+Abnormal
+Niggas pussy snitching on me informin'
+And I ain't with the bullshit
+I got a deal and I still be on that bullshit
+I'ma warn your ass another time
+Call my nigga numba 9
+Nuski got the strap still
+Make your family go and make a will
+Police niggas go and make a deal
+OTF I'm in this shit for real
+
+[Chorus]
+Where you was at when I was in that war?
+I had nobody but me and my boys
+You niggas frauds yall ain't making noise
+But I ain't take it personal
+And I told you I was down to ride
+Now where you was when I was fightin' all them homicides
+But you wasn't with me in that war
+But I don't take nothin' personal9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Feel Good[Chorus: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
+Late night sex feel so good (so good)
+Bend you over put that dick inside yo' gut
+If the neighbors hear a name don't give a fuck (don't give a fuck)
+I'ma call ya, 2 AM I'm pullin' up
+It feel good (uh huh)
+It feel good, huh-uh (yeah yeah)
+It feel good (uh huh)
+It feel good, huh-uh (yeah yeah)
+It feel good (uh huh)
+
+[Verse 1: YFN Lucci]
+Uh late night
+Ridin' 'round on a late night
+Hit me when you need great pipe
+Push up on ya get yo' day right
+Push up on ya like, yeah in the shower like yeah
+In the bed like, yeah between yo' legs like huh huh
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+Street nigga ain't the datin' type
+Bad bitch keep my day right
+Magnum on I'ma safe type
+Glizzy on me traffic late nights
+Name another nigga better
+Pussy wet but didn't get no wetter
+Twin goose we can match for the winter
+Fuck all that say that shit don't matter yeah yeah
+[Verse 3: YFN Lucci & Lil Durk]
+Who do it better, fuck her wherever
+Know I'ma G fuck the rest of the letters
+No she don't think she just do what I tell her
+Take me wherever she tell me she never been
+Told her I want her for her and her friend
+Told her I want to put her in a Benz
+Twin ghosts that's me and Lucci them a whole lot of bands
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
+Late night sex feel so good (so good)
+Bend you over put that dick inside yo' gut
+If the neighbors hear a name don't give a fuck (don't give a fuck)
+I'ma call ya, 2 AM I'm pullin' up
+It feel good (uh huh)
+It feel good, huh-uh (yeah yeah)
+It feel good (uh huh)
+It feel good, huh-uh (yeah yeah)
+It feel good (uh huh)
+
+[Verse 4: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
+I show her the world and shit
+Rollies and pearls and shit, threesome
+She in them girls and shit
+Leaving them pearls and shit
+Get on my nerves and shit
+Bitches cheatin' that's the worst yeah
+Female version of Durk yeah
+Smoke weed pop a perc yeah
+Tell yo' exes big smoke here
+Chokers on I might choke him
+Why you call him while I'm strokin'
+Pussy good it ain't got no scent
+Pussy wetter than the ocean
+Hope I don't drown in it I probably get found in it
+When it get down we goin' rounds and shit
+I'm talkin' 'bout poundin' shit
+She go out-of-town with the bricks
+She my little down little bitch
+She my little brown little bitch
+I keep her around me lit, uh
+I like to get off the dirty
+Dicking her showing her no mercy
+Fuck with a curry that's perkys
+I'm in the trenches with .30s
+[Chorus: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
+Late night sex feel so good (so good)
+Bend you over put that dick inside yo' gut
+If the neighbors hear a name don't give a fuck (don't give a fuck)
+I'ma call ya, 2 AM I'm pullin' up
+It feel good (uh huh)
+It feel good, huh-uh (yeah yeah)
+It feel good (uh huh)
+It feel good, huh-uh (yeah yeah)
+It feel good (uh huh)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Days of Our Lives[Chorus]
+These the days of my life
+Niggas gotta go hard
+Real niggas step up from frauds
+Gotta put money before them broads
+These the days of my life
+Extra money I'm maxing
+To get it much I'’m on a stratch
+And I tell her I'mma flex
+These the days of my life
+I'’m living how I want to
+Stunting like I want to
+Winning is what I’'m gone do
+These the days of my life
+I’'m living how I want to
+Stunting like I want to
+Winning is what I'’m gone do
+
+(Verse 1)
+These days of my life
+Gotta go hard for my money
+I can’'t really trust no bitches
+Never put a bitch before my younging
+I been locked up for a year
+Ain'’t got mailed or sent money
+But I know the shit was coming
+Cause this life all bout stunting
+I be reckless
+Ballin' like I’'m Texan
+Go hard cause I’m flexin'
+My wrist cost me a mansion
+Double R, my rolls Royce
+Money team I got no choice
+These niggas don’t make no noise
+Hell yeah, I'’m cocky
+Niggas mad they can’'t stop me
+Beat the Case like I'’m Rocky
+Bad bitch wanna top me
+Niggas wanna drop me
+L's up for my hittas
+Tell them free my niggas
+Balling hard with my niggas
+Everyday get silly
+[Chorus]
+These the days of my life
+Niggas gotta go hard
+Real niggas step up from frauds
+Gotta put money before them broads
+These the days of my life
+Extra money I'm maxing
+To get it much I'’m on a stratch
+And I tell her I'mma flex
+These the days of my life
+I'’m living how I want to
+Stunting like I want to
+Winning is what I’'m gone do
+These the days of my life
+I’'m living how I want to
+Stunting like I want to
+Winning is what I'’m gone do
+
+(Verse 2)
+Yeah, pop off pop off
+The champagne top I pop off
+Days of my life
+Real shit no knock off
+Gotta go get bread
+Molly girl, molly head
+You know without me you losing
+These stupid bitches choosing
+Only The Family know how I feel about them
+…I can do no deal without them
+I can’'t even live without them
+Yeah, and I’mma climb up to the top
+Money up and it wi’ll not drop
+Foreign cars with foreign broads
+Niggas mad cause we gone eat
+24/7 bitch no sleep
+All these niggas they hating on me
+All these bitches they hating on me
+Ride around and I’ get it nigga
+Smoking loud with no midget nigga
+Gotta go out and get it nigga
+[Chorus]
+These the days of my life
+Niggas gotta go hard
+Real niggas step up from frauds
+Gotta put money before them broads
+These the days of my life
+Extra money I'm maxing
+To get it much I'’m on a stratch
+And I tell her I'mma flex
+These the days of my life
+I'’m living how I want to
+Stunting like I want to
+Winning is what I’'m gone do
+These the days of my life
+I’'m living how I want to
+Stunting like I want to
+Winning is what I'’m gone do3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Dis Ain’t What You Want (Remix)[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
+I got cuban links, Santa Ria
+In the hood no shirt, no fear
+Aaron Hernandez with a verse, no plea deals
+Gave your bitch a new purse, new V12
+It is trickin' if you're worth more than Sprewell
+Niggas snitches screenshot all your emails
+Told them people now your hot
+All your females, tracking devices on your car, all details
+Youngens watching how I get it I delete em
+I'm in my Bentley in my fitted lotta jewelry on
+Nothing less than a brick but to each his own
+Better ask them other niggas this ain't what you want
+
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+Tell me what's it gon' be, this ain't what you want
+I call it how I see it, so this ain't what you want
+I'm on the road doing shows so well, this ain't what you want
+I'm on the road you can't go I know, this ain't what you want
+I hear them niggas after me, but this ain't what you want
+And I guarantee this ain't what you want
+I'm from the land where ain't no lackin' at, this ain't what you want
+I wrap 'em up, we get 'em done cause, this ain't what you want
+
+[Verse 2: French Montana]
+Rick the Ruler, spent 150 on a bueller
+How you gon' rob the robber?
+How you gon' shoot the shooter?
+Niggas rappin' where the millions at nigga
+But them cars no ceilings at
+Best front where your killers at nigga
+LeBron James, I ain't Trinidad, nigga
+Ridin' 300 with my nigga Durk
+Coke boy niggas put you in a hearse
+Chi-Town niggas put you on a shirt
+NY I'm the one my nigga
+You can hate, don't frown, my nigga
+With Donald Trump in the trunk, my nigga
+Wanna buy a car nigga no lease
+Number one hip hop police
+Coke Boys hottest in the whole east
+Smash out like four weeks
+This ain't what you want
+I know them streets is watchin'
+I'm bumpin' Hov where you from?
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+Tell me what's it gon' be, this ain't what you want
+I call it how I see it, so this ain't what you want
+I'm on the road doing shows so well, this ain't what you want
+I'm on the road you can't go I know, this ain't what you want
+I hear them niggas after me, but this ain't what you want
+And I guarantee this ain't what you want
+I'm from the land where ain't no lackin' at, this ain't what you want
+I wrap 'em up, we get 'em done cause, this ain't what you want
+[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
+Niggas claim that they're after me, but this ain't what they want
+Cause I hopped into this industry, this ain't what they want
+See this rap shit ain't shit to me, this ain't what they want
+I got the police all into me, this ain't what they want
+In my own city they hate on me, put weight on me
+Fuck TMZ, fuck Breaking News and ABC
+I can't do no shows cause I terrify my city
+They say I terrify my city
+Niggas get slumped, you're the first to get blamed
+A nigga try us, you're the first one to get changed
+They say you snitch, tryna put dirt on my name
+They ride on me, ask is Lil Durk my name (L's)
+
+[Verse 4: Meek Mill]
+Ladders on deck, this ain't what you want
+Got killers in the back, got hitters in the front
+If I tell my niggas wack, then niggas gettin' slugged
+You ain't gotta have asthma to get hit with the pump
+In my own city they hate on me, put weight on me
+Try and snatch my chain, that's breaking news on NBC
+Fuck a famous ho, I wake up, be on TMZ
+I spent a quarter mill, on my new Rol', that GMT
+I got Piguet’s on the wrist, flex on your bitch
+Niggas can't keep up, send a jet for your bitch
+Baby mama ready, she next on the list
+And I vowed to get the paper, never flex on the strip, word up!
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+Tell me what's it gon' be, this ain't what you want
+I call it how I see it, so this ain't what you want
+I'm on the road doing shows so well, this ain't what you want
+I'm on the road you can't go I know, this ain't what you want
+I hear them niggas after me, but this ain't what you want
+And I guarantee this ain't what you want
+I'm from the land where ain't no lackin' at, this ain't what you want
+I wrap 'em up, we get 'em done cause, this ain't what you want5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Oh My God[Chorus]
+Lost so many niggas, Oh my God
+A lot of killin where I'm livin, Oh my God
+Keepin' pistols, can't be victims
+Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God
+Oh my God, oh my God
+Put Vellanos on the whip, Oh my god
+When I first seen a brick, Oh my god
+Been through a trial, never again
+Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God
+Oh my God, oh my God
+
+[Verse 1]
+Oh my God, Lord save me, Amen
+Oh my God to who raised me, streets
+The drugs the streets raised me
+Cuz I wanted diamonds like Jay-Z
+Oh my god, who I'm beefin' with
+Cuz beef, I'm plotting who I'm eating with
+Dirty bitch go suffer who you cheated with
+Run up on you, leave you quick
+Oh my God, O.M.G ain't no ho in me
+I grew up off of coke and D
+Boyz N Da Hood, No Jody Breeze
+Catch me in the hood, that's where I want to be
+[Chorus]
+Lost so many niggas, Oh my God
+A lot of killin where I'm livin, Oh my God
+Keepin' pistols, can't be victims
+Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God
+Oh my God, oh my God
+Put Vellanos on the whip, Oh my god
+When I first seen a brick, Oh my god
+Been through a trial, never again
+Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God
+Oh my God, oh my God
+
+[Verse 2]
+Can't drop my flag, I did to much to get it
+These niggas pussy O.M.G they bitches, they snitchin
+Free my big brother Reggie
+Cuz I was in the room when they tried to sentence
+Rather throw up L's, then take a L
+Cuz niggas ain't the same, niggas will tell
+Out of town niggas, or send it through the mail
+Oh my god, I ain't seen a lot of shit
+Daddy, he taught me all this shit
+They gave him life on all this shit
+That's why I'm learning all this shit, Lets get it
+
+[Chorus]
+Lost so many niggas, Oh my God
+A lot of killin where I'm livin, Oh my God
+Keepin' pistols, can't be victims
+Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God
+Oh my God, oh my God
+Put Vellanos on the whip, Oh my god
+When I first seen a brick, Oh my god
+Been through a trial, never again
+Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God
+Oh my God, oh my God7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Ain’t Did Shit[Produced by Dree the Drummer]
+
+[Intro]
+Let's get it!
+Ain't did shit to nobody, you feel me?
+But I did shit for everybody
+But that comes for fucking with these basic ass niggas
+Everything happens for a reason
+
+[Chorus]
+Before rap I had friends, got a deal, I ain't got shit
+Just tryna get rich, cause my people kinda struggled
+Couple ten year niggas poor, but the hood still love me
+Got my feet into the door, but this hood shit is ugly
+I ain't did shit to nobody
+I-I-I-I ain't did shit to nobody
+Ain't did shit to nobody
+Ain't- ain't did shit to nobody
+
+[Verse 1]
+I ain't did shit to any, but I did shit for plenty
+Why the fuck is they mad, they envy
+Two chains on, I'm getting it
+'Fore I hang with the fake I'm in the studio getting it
+They stop a lot of shows, I ain't did shit, I don't get it
+And my baby still eating, see em on the weekdays and the weekends
+Child support got dropped, I told that bitch that we even
+Bitch sang till no breathing, tryna kill me for no reason
+Tryna take me down cause I'm leading
+Vision my story, no reading
+Is you mad cause I make more, or is you mad what I drive
+Is you mad cause I'm not poor, or you mad I'm alive
+Nobody answer that, ask me one thing Imma answer back
+Got a little money don't act like that
+But I don't trust nobody
+[Chorus]
+Before rap I had friends, got a deal, I ain't got shit
+Just tryna get rich, cause my people kinda struggled
+Couple ten year niggas poor, but the hood still love me
+Got my feet into the door, but this hood shit is ugly
+I ain't did shit to nobody
+I-I-I-I ain't did shit to nobody
+Ain't did shit to nobody
+Ain't- ain't did shit to nobody
+
+[Verse 2]
+Signed to the street, nigga
+Stay out my way if it ain't your beef nigga
+Where I'm from we play for keeps nigga, do a hit, get put up out of weed nigga
+You don't appreciate me, all the shit I did for the city and these peeps
+Where I'm from you affiliate me with the killing going on in these streets
+Catch me, shit dead, and I keep it in between my seats
+Pillow talking to who? The only thing I'm pillow talking is this gun in my sheets
+Let's get it, money they with it
+Run up put one in your fitted
+OTF 300 my city
+And Imma tell 'em I'm a rider, rider
+My niggas ain't know how to, how to
+They know I'm gon' provide em, provide em
+My niggas they be wylin', they wylin'
+Did-did shit to nobody
+[Chorus]
+Before rap I had friends, got a deal, I ain't got shit
+Just tryna get rich, cause my people kinda struggled
+Couple ten year niggas poor, but the hood still love me
+Got my feet into the door, but this hood shit is ugly
+I ain't did shit to nobody
+I-I-I-I ain't did shit to nobody
+Ain't did shit to nobody
+Ain't- ain't did shit to nobody17EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Spazz[Intro]
+D. Brooks Exclusive
+
+[Chorus]
+We took hella losses
+Sat at the round table with hella bosses
+I had to leave niggas alone who double-crossed me
+Take care the situation if you cross me, uh
+You know I just wanna spazz
+You know I need money fast
+All blue cheese, I need my cash
+Play with me then that's your ass, yeah
+Bro 'nem be trippin', they smokin' on gas, yeah
+Nigga be sneaky, he smoke his own guys, yeah
+If he do, don't be surprised, yeah
+Looked the devil in his eyes
+
+[Verse 1]
+Two or three chokers, I'm chokin' myself
+You want a handout, you lookin' for help
+Your son be watchin' you, he tryna take your steps
+He wanna be just like you, he hope you don't get killed, yeah yeah
+I might finger your bitch with a three point ring
+We up on the opps on a ten point lead
+I'm for real about it
+Niggas 'round me, I'll kill about 'em
+I told Pluto I can't live without him
+Now I gotta live without him
+These niggas finesse, they come around, I need two, three pills out 'em
+I know three niggas fucked up, locked up, they need like three bills out you
+You told a bitch you gon' kill me, I don't know how to feel around you
+You know he told, his heart is cold, and he still around you
+You'd give them niggas anything and they still'll down you
+I'll give my family anything to keep 'em smiling
+Bitch-made, bitch-made, snitch K, snitch K
+I be hopin' for them better days
+Cash out, nigga, fuck good grades
+No mics
+She say I can't get nothin' 'til I better my grades
+I won't say no no more, I'ma give you anything when I better my ways
+Every time when I see my brothers ride past, I throw up the treys
+My brothers get on your ass, you grass, niggas can't be saved
+[Chorus]
+We took (Turn up), hella losses
+Sat at the round table with hella bosses
+I had to leave niggas alone who double-crossed me
+Take care the situation if you cross me, uh
+You know I just wanna spazz
+You know I need money fast
+All blue cheese, I need my cash
+Play with me then that's your ass, yeah
+Bro 'nem be trippin', they smokin' on gas, yeah
+Nigga be sneaky, he smoke his own guys, yeah
+If he do, don't be surprised, yeah
+Looked the devil in his eyes
+
+[Verse 2]
+I just brought a watch, I put the carats in
+SSR, RIP Fredo, died off medicine
+I can shoot you in your head, step in my residence
+If you don't talk to me face-to-face, you better not at me then
+Just off my labels, I had two plaques, that's a million
+Always in trouble, devil on me, can't prevent it
+They get that call, they on that corner, then they bendin'
+If they don't fuck for who I am, she fuck for Remy
+She suck my dick, ooh ooh, my bad, I mean my jimmy
+I say my bad, can't talk like that, my kid be listenin'
+I just put like fifty racks in my Amiri jeans
+They had me questioned for somebody, didn't tell 'em anything
+Ooh, I ain't tell 'em nothin'
+If you did then your head is gushin'
+My lifestyle, you can't rush it
+You ain't gon' shoot, stop clutchin'
+Sad to say what my niggas'll do for that money
+[Chorus]
+We took hella losses
+Sat at the round table with hella bosses
+I had to leave niggas alone who double-crossed me
+Take care the situation if you cross me, uh
+You know I just wanna spazz
+You know I need money fast
+All blue cheese, I need my cash
+Play with me, then that's your ass, yeah
+Bro 'nem be trippin', they smokin' on gas, yeah
+Nigga be sneaky, he smoke his own guys, yeah
+If he do, don't be surprised, yeah
+Looked the devil in his eyesEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Just Flow[Intro]
+Yeah yeah
+Pussy homosexual
+Gang gang in this motherfucker turning up in this one time
+You know Money Bag on the beat
+Motherfuckin' broski you feel me
+
+[Verse]
+Pussy homosexual
+Cookie ain't original
+Love my niggas x and o's
+Smokin' gas, Texaco
+Found the plug in Mexico
+All my diamonds eskimo
+Off the Perc I text the most
+Rob the nigga flex the most
+Flex like international
+Grab her ass and squeeze her throat
+Bitches like to fuck with coke
+Trenches I'm they only hope
+Treat my like a fuckin goat
+Shooter I cannot get poked
+Pussy he don wan no smoke
+Nut he a actually blow
+Turn you to a casserole
+Chiraq gotta ride with gats
+Molly weed perks and x
+Gotta keep yo niggas close
+Never know who next to go
+You broke what you slackin' for?
+Killas they get cracked the most
+Bronem got my back the most
+System hate them blacks for sure
+Shortys they be coo coo gang
+They don ever ask to blow
+Bitch watch jackin for
+My lil bitch is sexual
+Nope,  I can't save a hoe
+Bro, whachu save her for?
+Drugs, I could take the whole
+Traffic, Ima take a pole
+No, drugs take it no
+Gang, They a take your soul
+Bitch, just play your role
+Nobody know
+Home invasion
+If nobody home
+Got a felony, if his body hung
+Got my guns wit me
+Ain't no body guard
+And I'm hard body
+Even though my body hard
+I don know what Nuski say to me it's probably God
+Lil bro he shootin' lil bro he a asshole
+Killer and a snitch, call him Donnie Brasco
+How you hang with gangsters they don know you tattle
+Lost auntie to cancer many I wish she battled
+Caught that nigga lackin' man I wish we got him
+Glad we didn't get him look up sight the camera
+My bitch got a grill, she from Alabama
+Ans that bitch a savage she ain't got no manners
+She dropped outta school just to fuck a scammer
+Told her he got get a car and get her off the campus
+Bitches love drugs, I just gave her xannies
+She don't swallow nut, call that lil bitch petty
+I just need my cheese I just need my fetty
+EDM with 8-track, I might get some becky
+All black Glock, just to match the Dickies
+And I bought my bitch a watch just to match Meek and Nicki
+Had to jump up at the gang shit was gettin' tricky
+If it feel like I can't trust you then i’m uppin’ blicky
+And I'm vegetarian, fuck some chicken
+And you ain't your scariest, you duckin' niggas
+[Outro]
+Ion fuck wit niggas
+Especially them sucker niggas
+You know what I'm sayin'
+Speakin' facts man man 1000
+1K1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Every Night[Chorus]
+I was born real, that's how I'm gone die
+Nigga say he real but I know he a lie
+Momma used to worry, baby you ain't gotta cry
+It ain’t nothing but killers by my side
+Down to ride
+I be out here every night, every night, every night
+I be out here every night, every night, every night
+I be out here every night, every night, every night
+I be out here every night, every night, every night
+
+[Verse 1]
+She wanna suck on my ethika
+I'mma pull up in a Tesla
+Got them all mad cause im sexting her
+She with me while you texting her
+I’m in the trenches in vintage
+I should nail all of my bitches yeah
+I just put roleys on wrists, yeah
+I want it all and i meant it
+I'm getting money cause I'm a star
+You should see me pulling out a lot
+Christian my shoes my religion true
+I just look up and say, help me god
+Niggas is bitches and they so fraud
+Don't look away, you know who you are
+Hold up your audemars
+Let's get it!
+[Chorus]
+I was born real, that's how I'm gone die
+Nigga say he real but I know he a lie
+Momma used to worry, baby you ain't gotta cry
+It ain’t nothing but killers by my side
+Down to ride
+I be out here every night, every night, every night
+I be out here every night, every night, every night
+I be out here every night, every night, every night
+I be out here every night, every night, every night
+
+[Verse 2]
+Pop out the cut with the fifty
+Ape on me, feel like I'm fifty
+Smoking on opps I get trippy
+You said I was broke, boy you kidding
+I feel like a hero this H on me
+Bitches be dying just to taste on me
+The feds put a rico case on me
+Fifty a show its not make believe
+I do a scarf for a belt
+Robbers I don't need no help
+I told all my brothers I'm there
+Pour me a eight in a samp
+Wanna feel my pain just sip
+Wanna feel my pain just sip
+You wanna feel my pain just sip
+You wanna feel my pain just sip
+[Chorus]
+I was born real, that's how I'm gone die
+Nigga say he real but I know he a lie
+Momma used to worry, baby you ain't gotta cry
+It ain’t nothing but killers by my side
+Down to ride
+I be out here every night, every night, every night
+I be out here every night, every night, every night
+I be out here every night, every night, every night
+I be out here every night, every night, every night1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Street Life[DJ Drama: Intro]
+When you married to the streets
+It’s hard to get a divorce
+It’s even hard to get a separation
+‘Til death do us part!
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Money, streets it’s all the same
+Power, respect it’s all the same
+Life, loyalty it’s all the same
+Living in the streets I give you the game
+Money, streets it’s all the same
+Power, respect it’s all the same
+Life, loyalty it’s all the same
+Living in the streets I give you the game
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+System lost my daddy man that shit is scary
+Life without parole so much weight to carry
+Signed to the streets yea bitch I’m married
+Raised raised by the streets man that shit is heavy
+Free my nigga Camron free my nigga Reggie
+Feds took them down for that anti-reggie
+Respect, you need that to be that
+You don’t, don’t bleed that don’t bleed that
+Serving out the phones that’s an easy case
+Feds hands on them got them niggas going crazy
+One way out the hood either rich or erased
+I’m living in the streets that taught me the game rap game
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Money, streets it’s all the same
+Power, respect it’s all the same
+Life, loyalty it’s all the same
+Living in the streets I give you the game
+Money, streets it’s all the same
+Power, respect it’s all the same
+Life, loyalty it’s all the same
+Living in the streets I give you the game
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Reese]
+L's up for all my niggas
+Money power respect, that’s what I grew off nigga
+Living in the streets that’s why we tote them thangs
+Some bad bitch on my line tryna give me brain
+Got some real niggas in my circle won’t fuck with lames
+Life, loyalty, throw L’s that’s how we bang
+I ain't switch it up on my niggas how could I change?
+But niggas would switch up on they niggas just for that change
+Not loyalty you're a fucking nigga can't claim what I claim
+Don’t cross us, cause we ain’t doing this shit for the fame
+Take a chance, it's whatever, bitches going just to get near that fame
+Take a chance, it's whatever, bitches going just to get near that
+Let’s get it
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Money, streets it’s all the same
+Power, respect it’s all the same
+Life, loyalty it’s all the same
+Living in the streets I give you the game
+Money, streets it’s all the same
+Power, respect it’s all the same
+Life, loyalty it’s all the same
+Living in the streets I give you the game
+[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
+Teaming up with niggas I was never with it ( Dead )
+Time of coming big is turn us into winners
+Friends turn to snitches get killed if you mention
+Basketball court and straight back to the kitchen
+No open jobs right back to the corner
+Think the connect 100 but they informers
+You can’t beat the set you gotta join
+Walking to the store been that rachet noise
+Trapping trapping turn to rapping and I made a living
+Put D out on my block and I made a killing
+Niggas killed my homie and I made them feel it
+Signed to the streets, ain’t a fucking difference
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Money, streets it’s all the same
+Power, respect it’s all the same
+Life, loyalty it’s all the same
+Living in the streets I give you the game
+Money, streets it’s all the same
+Power, respect it’s all the same
+Life, loyalty it’s all the same
+Living in the streets I give you the game3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Get Dat Money[Intro: Chris Brown]
+Look how she up and down that pole
+Just clap that ass up on that pole
+Twerk, twerk, twerk, aw yeah
+Now pop that pussy for a real nigga
+Now do it, get that money, baby
+Now pop that pussy for a real nigga
+Go ahead and get that money, baby
+
+[Chorus: Chris Brown]
+Look how she up and down that pole
+Stripper bitches, got a couple singles for you
+Just clap that ass up on that pole
+Twerk, twerk, twerk
+Aw yeah, now pop that pussy for a real nigga
+Now do it, get that money, baby (ah)
+Now pop that pussy for a real nigga (yeah)
+Go ahead and get that money, baby
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Hundred dollar bottle, what the strippers swallow?
+Malaya Blacc Chyna, shout out to Tyga
+Red Bottoms just to match the 'rari Spider
+Plain Jane Rollie got them bitches on fire
+Now whoever say I cuff hoes
+I just break the band on the bitch that's on that pole
+Pussy poppin', got the squad turnin' up with hoes
+Ace of Spades, VIP, we see TV like show
+Now oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
+Got spikes of red all on my shoes
+We global like we on the news
+Stay in the best designer, we be on the news, let's get it
+[Chorus: Chris Brown]
+Look how she up and down that pole
+Stripper bitches, got a couple singles for you
+Just clap that ass up on that pole
+Twerk, twerk, twerk
+Aw yeah, now pop that pussy for a real nigga
+Now do it, get that money, baby (ah)
+Now pop that pussy for a real nigga (yeah)
+Go ahead and get that money, baby
+
+[Verse 2: French Montana]
+Came flippin', I bought it, when I came through in that foreign
+Only fuck with them bad bitches, them square bitches be borin'
+She need five stacks on that hair, coke, pills I'm on
+Been gettin' money all year, all them cribs I own
+Shawty help me slangin' fish to meet me at the yard
+Goddamn, young nigga made it hot
+Shawty bent it over, told me land on it
+Came with a 100 large, Uncle Sam on 'em
+She spinnin' on the top like a ceilin' fan
+I can catch a rico off the Instagram
+Wrist wrapped up, John Wall
+Stackin' money up, wall to wall
+
+[Chorus: Chris Brown]
+Look how she up and down that pole
+Stripper bitches, got a couple singles for you
+Just clap that ass up on that pole
+Twerk, twerk, twerk
+Aw yeah, now pop that pussy for a real nigga
+Now do it, get that money, baby (ah)
+Now pop that pussy for a real nigga (yeah)
+Go ahead and get that money, baby5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Glock Up[Chorus]
+My boys play no games
+Keep mops, need no aim
+Lil Durk need no fame
+Pints in, need codeine
+2K for these Balmains
+2K cause we ballin'
+Bad bitch keep callin'
+Poker face, we all in
+Blockbuster, we pop up
+Pussy boys ain't on none'
+Keep your gun, we pop up
+Don't try us, we glocked up
+Homicide, I ain't seen none'
+Pussy boy, while y'all mean mug
+Pussy boy, while y'all mean mug
+Pussy boy, while y'all mean mug
+
+[Verse 1]
+See us, them boys can't be us
+Tweakers, why they be wifing eaters
+E-Way, smoking, choking, coughing
+Rollin' up on that Keisha
+Guns down, man I can't leave 'em
+Make sure that he don't see us
+Run off on me, I guarantee my boys'll be to see him
+64 hundred normal
+Trap house be doin' numbers
+Hundred just don't be stunting
+You might make it through the summer
+You ain't eat cause you thuggin'
+Two two three shells like suckers
+She say she cannot fuck off a xanny, she need a upper
+Arrogant motherfucker
+Runnin' off from the bubble
+Felonies, I got double
+See me, they know it's trouble
+Shootin' shit, ain't no scuffle
+Vernie, that boy the muscle
+I be sippin' Actavis while them boys be sippin' 'Tussin
+[Chorus]
+My boys play no games
+Keep mops, need no aim
+Lil Durk need no fame
+Pints in, need codeine
+2K for these Balmains
+2K cause we ballin'
+Bad bitch keep callin'
+Poker face, we all in
+Blockbuster, we pop up
+Pussy boys ain't on none'
+Keep your gun, we pop up
+Don't try us, we glocked up
+Homicide, I ain't seen none'
+Pussy boy, while y'all mean mug
+Pussy boy, while y'all mean mug
+Pussy boy, while y'all mean mug
+
+[Verse 2]
+Rob who?
+Just go and get a jive coupe
+I'm three-double-O, that's my tool
+You snatch this chain on L'A, this chopper gon' chop you
+My bitch ass is A1, in love with her top too
+Lil Booka will drop you
+Leave your ass wet up, this chain I got is wet up
+Don't trust no hoes, they set up
+It's Louis V all over me, I swear I'm in a chess club
+Streets gon' miss Bankroll, for him I keep a bankroll
+Hate skank hoes, and I never wear the same clothes
+Designer, ain't it ain't too hard to find us
+Got killers off in Atlanta, and I cop drink from the mana
+Excuse, I ain't got no manners
+Excuse, I ain't got no manners
+[Chorus]
+My boys play no games
+Keep mops, need no aim
+Lil Durk need no fame
+Pints in, need codeine
+2K for these Balmains
+2K cause we ballin'
+Bad bitch keep callin'
+Poker face, we all in
+Blockbuster, we pop up
+Pussy boys ain't on none'
+Keep your gun, we pop up
+Don't try us, we glocked up
+Homicide, I ain't seen none'
+Pussy boy, while y'all mean mug
+Pussy boy, while y'all mean mug
+Pussy boy, while y'all mean mug2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+On Your Mind[Verse 1]
+I got demons on my back
+Only thing make me safe is the pills to take a nap
+Hopin' this a dream, but it's facts
+He ain't Ricky, saw no bullets to his back
+A trench baby wakin' up to the killin' on his mind
+Counted me out, I put the city on my back
+The weed ain't gettin' any stronger so he fallin' in the crack
+9 to 45 on probation, it's a trap
+I made this before the Grammy's
+If I win a Grammy, I'ma take it to the trenches, to the family
+Might sip some lean out and bein fancy
+Knowin' I ain't 'posed to be alive, sadly
+Bro 'nem died, he say, "I know you's to death"
+I wanna blame the niggas, I just hold it to myself
+Bad thoughts, like I'ma hold it to his nеck
+Shit, I'm tryna hold it to his chest
+I'm just wonder if I'm too grown to shed tеars
+My soul ain't been the same, I been so damaged through the years
+Wish distance between death had made me closer with my kids
+I fell out with some niggas, made me switch up on my cribs
+And when I drop locations down the street from where I live
+
+[Refrain]
+No tellin' what's on your mind (Your mind)
+[Verse 2]
+And why you tryna sell me lies? You know it's over with
+If you ain't ridin' on family time, then it's over with
+Bro act like he ain't bogus, but he know he is
+I'm holdin' back my tears to get my vocals clear
+No, do you think he had your back? (No, no, no, nah)
+Do you love him? (No)
+Do you really call him your brother? (Nah, nah, nah, nah)
+
+[Refrain]
+No tellin' what's on your mind
+
+[Verse 3]
+The graveyard had felt my pain, I put my knees in it
+I parked the Lamb outside my block, I leave my keys in it
+Probable cause, they tried to say I smoked some weed in it
+I knew it was cap, after I smoke, I sprayed Creed in it
+
+[Refrain]
+No tellin' what's on your mind (Your mind)3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Homie Bitch[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Like you on some homie shit
+Don't lie to me, baby, you know you want me there
+I take it out your mouth and you can blow me kiss
+When I ain't have nothin', baby, you showed me shit
+I done fell in love with my homie bitch
+I done fell in love, I done fell in love
+I done fell in love with my homie bitch
+I done fell in love, I done fell in love
+I done fell in love with my homie bitch
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Pussy got that water taste
+Let's celebrate, baby, let's chill and order Ace (Let's get it)
+I'm a real street nigga, don't really go on dates (nah)
+What sacrifice can we make?
+My homie treat you like shit you a queen to me (Let's get it, L)
+Let me fuck you from the back while you sing to me (ohh)
+I go deeper in that pussy, what you mean to me (ohh)
+Yea, turn that mothafucka around, babe, haha
+I love you too
+Pull your pants down to your ankles (ohh)
+Put it on my face, give me facials
+It's why these lil' hoes hate you (hate you)
+You're so swagged that they can't take you
+I'm givin' hard dick, I'ma chase you (chase her)
+Pussy on my mouth, let me taste it (taste it)
+Patrón in my mouth, let me taste it (let me taste it)
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Like you on some homie shit
+Don't lie to me, baby, you know you want me there
+I take it out your mouth and you can blow me kiss
+When I ain't have nothin', baby, you showed me shit
+I done fell in love with my homie bitch
+I done fell in love, I done fell in love
+I done fell in love with my homie bitch
+I done fell in love, I done fell in love
+I done fell in love with my homie bitch
+
+[Verse 2: Quavo]
+L-O-V-E
+L-O-V-E
+I done been in love with my girlfriend
+I done, literally done fell in love with my girlfriend (yeah!)
+She was here before the models (before that)
+She was here before the bottles (before that)
+She was here before the guala (before that)
+So you know I gotta spoil her (spoil her)
+Chanel bag on order (yeah)
+Take a trip 'cross the water (trip)
+Remember the time I said we gon' make it out
+Didn't know you was recordin' (nah I didn't know you was recordin')
+Every moment, you captured every moment (flash)
+When niggas was hatin' you ready to ride with my homies
+Mama told me (yah!) mama told me (mama!)
+I'ma wish you was my homie
+[Chorus: Lil Durk & Quavo]
+Like you on some homie shit (homie)
+Don't lie to me, baby, you know you want me there (owe me)
+I take it out your mouth and you can blow me kiss (uh!)
+When I ain't have nothin', baby, you showed me shit (nothin')
+I done fell in love with my homie bitch (yeah)
+I done fell in love (yeah), I done fell in love (L-O-V-E)
+I done fell in love with my homie bitch (L-O)
+I done fell in love (L-O), I done fell in love (L-O)
+I done fell in love with my homie bitch (L-O-V-E)
+
+[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
+Ayy, I done fell in love with my homie bitch
+Ayy and I ain't gon' lie right now I'm on some snakin' shit
+I'm on some fuck who you is and who you datin' shit
+I'm on some that nigga be cheatin' and ain't gon' play you shit
+Ayy, but I ain't gon' do that shit
+'Cause that's my homie, he been there since bologna
+These niggas be phony, he'd prolly do that shit to me
+You hit my phone one more time that homeboy girl shit is history
+(Gang, gang)
+Lil Boat!
+
+[Interlude: Lil Yachty]
+Gang gang
+All these niggas they be phony
+These niggas ain't homies
+These niggas wanna hang like they your homie
+Oh, oh, oh
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Like you on some homie shit
+Don't lie to me, baby, you know you want me there
+I take it out your mouth and you can blow me kiss
+When I ain't have nothin', baby, you showed me shit
+I done fell in love with my homie bitch
+I done fell in love, I done fell in love
+I done fell in love with my homie bitch
+I done fell in love, I done fell in love
+I done fell in love with my homie bitch
+
+[Outro: Quavo & Lil Durk]
+L-O-V-E (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+L-O-V-E (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+H-O-M-I-E
+That's who I fell in love with, yeah
+H-O-M-I-E (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+I fell in love with my homie, no homo
+No, no, no, no, no, nigga, she a girl though
+Yeah, she 5'2", I'ma spend a check on her if I have to
+Like you on some, like you on some...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Don’t Talk to Me[Intro: Lil Durk]
+Yeah
+Ayy what Blac Youngsta tell them hoes? (Toot toot)
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+I can't get enough of it, all of this jealousy
+I had a petty bitch, you can do better things
+Smoke gas, kerosene, three roll, wedding ring
+In my DM meddling, off the X, that ecstasy
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Seven hundred for the Vetements
+I'm a boss, not a gentleman
+All my hoes intelligent
+Can't set me up, Tori Brixx
+I like my bitches lit
+I spend a bag of checks
+Ecstasy, Tesla
+Amiri jeans fetish
+Look at my world, let's get in tune
+Look at this lean, addicted to it
+While he off the leaf, embalming fluid
+Shopping spree, I overdo it, yeah
+Stick talk stick talk (Chick chick, bang)
+Sneak diss, this stick talk (Chick chick, bang)
+Don't talk, just stick talk (Chick chick, bang)
+I'm with niggas that stick talk (Brrah)
+Go to Europe to get all the euros
+Yes sir, designer apparel
+Chapo, need to find the heroin
+Broke bitch, that vibe'll kill you
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+I can't get enough of it, all of this jealousy
+I had a petty bitch, you can do better things
+Smoke gas, kerosene, three roll, wedding ring
+In my DM meddling, off the X, that ecstasy
+
+[Verse 2: Gunna]
+I can't get enough of it (Can't get enough of it)
+I shootout in public (I shootout in public)
+My soda is bubbly (Soda is bubbly)
+My chest and neck watery (Chest and neck watery)
+I turned to a better me
+The Hellcat got hella speed
+She want methamphetamines (Yeah)
+Hope you don't never leave (Hope you don't never leave)
+I move it like Billy Jean (Like Billy Jean)
+A leopard Amiri jeans (Yeah)
+D&G but I've been a king (I've been a king)
+Family, you can't get between (You can't get between)
+Don't you please try to intervene
+Gunna dripping by any means (By any means)
+Elli-A got my jewelry clean (My jewelry clean)
+Got a rose and white wedding ring (White wedding ring)
+I married the presidents (The presidents)
+I ain't leaving no evidence (No evidence)
+Slimy life, I'm not scared of shit (Nah)
+Fuck her face let her eat the dick (Let her eat the dick)
+Can't deny, that's just what it is (Yeah)
+I'ma take care my brother's kids (My brother's kids)
+Got it out of a muddy ditch (Yeah)
+We done brought all the hundreds in (The hundreds in)
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Represent[Hook x2: Wale]
+Represent
+Take a picture, just a naked, just a flick
+For a nigga, she'll probably kill a bitch
+My people's, my people's
+I see both
+
+[Verse 1: Wale]
+You've been rooting for a nigga for a minute
+But to do this here exclusively, I lose you in a second
+And your views are independent, but your friends gossip
+See even if I kept my nose clean, they'd still claim it's snot up
+Ok I love the fact that she loyal, and she love the fact that I get beat
+And I love the fact that she huh, cause she love the fact I get beat
+See love is making her weak is making her think she maybe need me
+But the thought of making me stay is making me think I maybe need to leave
+If I told you that I love you would you listen
+Probably meant it if said it, yeah I'm sippin'
+But that liquor, bring the honesty out a nigga
+She got me, then I'mma get her
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+Look at her in her eyes, can't trust her 'round my guys
+That faithful shit don't work, can't let her feed me them lies
+But I always represent, for me she killed a bitch
+I buy expensive shit, it's me she rocking wit'
+Gucci, Louie, Fendi, she deserve all that
+Her friends they kinda hate me, cause I think I'm all that
+White coupe cloth roof, and the car shaking
+It's just me and you, but we could add Franklin's
+I represent like lawyers, I ball so hard like Jordan
+I take a pic I promise, I'm Range Rover sportin'
+She like heaven in my eyes, my bitch in disguise
+And I ain't gotta lie, the days of my life
+[Hook]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+If I Could[Intro]
+Damn to this day nigga still pray on my down fall
+You can't deny good music or a real nigga
+For real for real
+
+[Hook]
+I used to break in the crib
+Now I got a safe in the crib
+Chiraq crime rate build
+So it ain't safe at the crib
+I just want money forever
+Told 'em that's how I'ma live
+Shootings and murders I seen
+I ain't never say I did it
+As a kid growin' up
+As a kid growin' up
+As a kid growin' up
+I done seen a lot of shit
+As a kid growin' up
+As a kid growin' up
+As a kid growin' up
+I done did a lot of shit
+
+[Verse 1]
+I done seen how you shootin' niggas
+Now I see right through people
+Three years of my life to them people
+Judge labeled me a menace
+I'm Mike Brown to these people
+I gotta ride around with my heater
+Police killing my people
+Overseas cause I'm legal
+I ain't takin' no chances
+Masks on for them cameras
+On my own, no advances
+Broken homes for advances
+As a kid growin' up
+I used to be poured up
+I ain't never froze up
+All I know is drill drill
+Put him on a poster
+Reward money for the killer
+They ain't never found the killer
+Don't nobody know nothin'
+I rob niggas for they tool
+Brought guns up in school
+Started a war, gotta move
+Free Nine, boy let 'em loose (Ls)
+[Hook]
+I used to break in the crib
+Now I got a safe in the crib
+Chiraq crime rate build
+So it ain't safe at the crib
+I just want money forever
+Told 'em that's how I'ma live
+Shootings and murders I seen
+I ain't never say I did it
+As a kid growin' up
+As a kid growin' up
+As a kid growin' up
+I done seen a lot of shit
+As a kid growin' up
+As a kid growin' up
+As a kid growin' up
+I done did a lot of shit
+
+[Verse 2]
+Put a nigga on the news
+I'm in traffic with the tool
+Three cases, I'ma fool
+Gave my life to a Jew
+It's in the hand of a Jew
+Shooters took him on a cruise
+Streets see how I roll
+I'm still tryna get Zoo
+Still chasing them millions
+Daddy gave me the wisdom
+Twenty-three years up in prison
+I swear I seen his vision
+Seen my son, I start tearin'
+I took the game, wasn't given
+Ditched school, hit the hood
+The streets love me, I'm good
+Shed tears if I could
+Shed blood if I could
+Share money if I could
+Share guns if I could
+Sell coke if I could
+Sell dope if I could
+I'd rob if I could
+I'm gettin' money cause I could (Ls)
+[Hook]
+I used to break in the crib
+Now I got a safe in the crib
+Chiraq crime rate build
+So it ain't safe at the crib
+I just want money forever
+Told 'em that's how I'ma live
+Shootings and murders I seen
+I ain't never say I did it
+As a kid growin' up
+As a kid growin' up
+As a kid growin' up
+I done seen a lot of shit
+As a kid growin' up
+As a kid growin' up
+As a kid growin' up
+I done did a lot of shit1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Spent Me[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+I got it when it was a drought
+I got it when nobody tried
+My niggas they counted me in
+When everybody counted me out
+When everybody counted me out
+When everybody counted me out
+When everybody counted me out
+When everybody counted me out
+I had to get back on my shit I had to go and get it
+Cause I do it for the trap niggas
+I had to get back on my shit and go and get it
+I keep my distance from these rap niggas
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+I feel like I started this shit
+Lil' Durk I'm the heart of this shit
+Sosa Sosa Ressey Ressey me, I'm like Pac in this shit
+It's my arrogance saying
+T-Farris can't spend me, moon dawg can't spend me
+And these others niggas spend me
+Niggas ain't give me my fame
+Niggas ain't saying my name
+Think about taking my chain
+Thinking that I was a stain
+Look at me now, look at the clout
+Look at my diamonds, look at my house
+Look at my bitch, look at trap
+Look at me now fuck nigga look at me now
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+I got it when it was a drought
+I got it when nobody tried
+My niggas they counted me in
+When everybody counted me out
+When everybody counted me out
+When everybody counted me out
+When everybody counted me out
+When everybody counted me out
+I had to get back on my shit I had to go and get it
+Cause I do it for the trap niggas
+I had to get back on my shit and go and get it
+I keep my distance from these rap niggas
+
+[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
+Nigga counted me out, should've counted me in
+Fuck up the count on the milli, fuck it we count it again
+Niggas they never could kill me, I'm going out with the win
+I'm going out with my 30, banging on you and your friend
+Bending the corner just me and Omelly we riding the seven
+I pull up on niggas they never could touch in bulletproof Caddies
+I'm hitting up BB and I'm calling Lolo to bring through the ladders
+They bend through your corner they hitting whoever it don't even matter
+Creeping through my block I'm looking for my man
+Pussy nigga made me go and spend a hundred grand
+The type of murder that your mama wouldn't understand
+I bring it to him brown bag with the rubber band
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+I got it when it was a drought
+I got it when nobody tried
+My niggas they counted me in
+When everybody counted me out
+When everybody counted me out
+When everybody counted me out
+When everybody counted me out
+When everybody counted me out
+I had to get back on my shit I had to go and get it
+Cause I do it for the trap niggas
+I had to get back on my shit and go and get it
+I keep my distance from these rap niggas
+
+[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
+I was all in it when nobody cared
+Chino when DThang and SB was there
+Niggas around I know they ain't care
+Hit the street with that rally on me
+That pussy fucking go mileage on it
+Every song every bar I'm spazzing on 'em
+Daddy had told me behave myself
+The streets and the hoes so he paid the debt
+One thing had told me be real and be young nigga
+Nigga was screaming to save yourself
+In the hood with that gun up on me
+Money, lean, and my son up on me
+Watch out for the phony homie they money hungry
+The hood and the ghetto they told me go get it
+My mama and daddy had told me go get it
+The niggas beside me told me go get it
+Go get it while these fuck niggas gon' spend me
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+I got it when it was a drought
+I got it when nobody tried
+My niggas they counted me in
+When everybody counted me out
+When everybody counted me out
+When everybody counted me out
+When everybody counted me out
+When everybody counted me out
+I had to get back on my shit I had to go and get it
+Cause I do it for the trap niggas
+I had to get back on my shit and go and get it
+I keep my distance from these rap niggas2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Check[Chorus]
+Everyday I spend my last and I count up a check
+Then I gotta go and get it
+I lay my niggas to rest and you know whose next
+10 toes, ain't no sittin'
+How is you tryna finesse?
+Can't finesse a finesser, the hustlers know it best
+Gave the right niggas money, they say I'm a mess, no stress
+I'ma count me a check
+I'ma count me a check
+I'ma count me a check
+I'ma count me a check, check, check
+See you can't finesse a finesser
+See I don't be with nothin extra
+See you can't finesse a finesser
+Count me a check
+I'm just countin' me a check
+
+[Verse 1]
+Roll up in an Audi, no lottery but we scratchin' shit
+Six Tecs for the drop but usually we sippin' Actavis
+Dope boy music, them niggas gon' want to trap to this
+Macaroni my bag of homies so ain't no lackin' shit
+30 for the Rolex cool, 20 for the cross too
+Been there when nobody was there, it was dark too
+Keep me protected from the streets, I got a cross too
+And if you cross me then I cross you
+Ran off on the plug twice and I know they searchin'
+If I got to say that shit twice then you know I'm merchin'
+His and hers Rollies get them shiny looking like the ocean
+Get on top of me baby and get to surfin'
+Like a surfboard
+Sippin' on this lean got me paranoid
+Gotta get this green so help me Lord
+So why you with that hater shit?
+Can't fuck with a basic bitch
+I'ma tell 'em them lies
+[Chorus]
+Everyday I spend my last and I count up a check
+Then I gotta go and get it
+I lay my niggas to rest and you know whose next
+10 toes, ain't no sittin'
+How is you tryna finesse?
+Can't finesse a finesser, the hustlers know it best
+Gave the right niggas money, they say I'm a mess, no stress
+I'ma count me a check
+I'ma count me a check
+I'ma count me a check
+I'ma count me a check, check, check
+See you can't finesse a finesser
+See I don't be with another X
+See you can't finesse a finesser
+Count me a check
+I'm just countin' me a check
+
+[Verse 2]
+Money is the motto, these bitches don't wanna swallow it
+Bitches want the fame, all they want me to do is follow them
+She just gon' bring me drank cause she a pharmacist
+Play my new single at the station cause I ain't callin' in
+Niggas in the city wanna kill me, I ain't part of them
+My niggas got 50 shot clips, they like barbers then
+She can ride my 'Rari then cause she look like a Barbie bitch
+If I catch her stealin' we all at her head like bobby pins
+I'ma get this money till I d-i-e
+Bring bottles to my session, to my VIP
+I like my bitch's vest, let me see ID
+Gettin' all this money like Lord why me
+Gang in this bitch
+100 dollar bills changed in this bitch
+Got the Rollies and the chains in this bitch
+We gon' shoot us somethin' strange in this bitch
+Cause I count me up a check
+[Chorus]
+Everyday I spend my last  and I count up a check
+Then I gotta go and get it
+I lay my niggas to rest and you know whose next
+10 toes, ain't no sittin'
+How is you tryna finesse?
+Can't finesse a finesser, the hustlers know it best
+Gave the right niggas money, they say I'm a mess, no stress
+I'ma count me a check
+I'ma count me a check
+I'ma count me a check
+I'ma count me a check, check, check
+See you can't finesse a finesser
+See I don't be with another X
+See you can't finesse a finesser
+Count me a check
+I'm just countin' me a check1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Where They Go[Intro]
+(Ayo Bleu)
+(Turn Me Up Josh)
+(Young Cutta run it up)
+Boy
+Yeah
+Let's get it
+
+[Verse 1]
+I wake up and I be feelin' I'm the realest
+Standin' on my business, takin' care of my children
+Late for court, I damn near hit civilian
+I'm not trippin', I'm tryna get millions
+Voice of the streets and all my niggas with it
+I'm the same nigga, ain't nothin' different
+This just a message, I hope the streets can hear me
+You traded on me, man, that had me trippin'
+I stopped sippin' lean, but I steady pop prescription (Yeah, yeah)
+Jakes on my dick, so I be duckin' the district (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
+Somebody tell Pluto I ain't have time to listen (Oh)
+Chiraq, I'm Jordan, so I wonder who Pippen?
+What I do with this money, they standing on business
+My lil' brother, he a big dawg, he coppin' the Bentley
+And I ain't gotta have no condo to be on top of the city
+Speakin' real shit, but the ones I cut off probably don't feel me
+[Chorus]
+They used to be around for this cash, I'm like, "Where they go?"
+They used to be around for that look, I'm like, "Where they go?"
+They say they ass is my brother, but I'm like, "Where it go?"
+They swear they have my back, but I'm like, "Where it go?"
+Too many bitches around me, I'm like, "Where they go?"
+Keep the city around me, I'm like, "Woah, woah"
+Keep the trenches around me and I'm like, "Oh, woah"
+Keep the streets around me, I'm like, "Oh, oh"
+
+[Verse 2]
+Ayy, Shmurda, turn the streets up
+Before I buy love, I'll buy my kids V-Bucks
+Lamb' truck, Rolls truck, Bentley truck, three trucks
+Ninety thousand for DeeDee bond, I still gave him a few bucks
+Tell my niggas don't play with me if they thinkin' I'ma leave 'em
+I don't care what they did for you, just hit me up if you need somethin'
+Keep drivin', I see them now
+Bitches all in my DMs now
+Real rare you gon' see me cry
+Fuckin' all on his BM now
+And I be all in my feelings, oh
+That shit hurt my soul
+Say they ain't hear, they ain't listenin'
+They ain't tryna help my glow
+[Chorus]
+They used to be around for this cash, I'm like, "Where they go?"
+They used to be around for that look, I'm like, "Where they go?"
+They say they ass is my brother, but I'm like, "Where it go?"
+They swear they have my back, but I'm like, "Where it go?"
+Too many bitches around me, I'm like, "Where they go?"
+Keep the city around me, I'm like, "Woah, woah"
+Keep the trenches around me and I'm like, "Oh, woah"
+Keep the streets around me, I'm like, "Oh, oh"EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Young Niggas[Intro: Lil Durk]
+Meek, what up bro?
+L
+
+[Verse 1: Meek Mill & Lil Durk]
+Niggas sellin' re-rock
+I can hear the Federales tryna eavesdrop
+A 100 bands in the sneak box
+I make a bad bitch turn into a freak thot
+Lately I've been rollin' out in Cali with my nigga YG and he a treetop (he a treetop yeah)
+On my way to link up at Chicago with my nigga Durk and get the 30 threeshot (get the 30 threeshot yeah)
+
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+I'm just rollin' 'round, I'm rollin' 'round my city
+That boss talk, that dog talk, my young niggas so with it
+And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches
+Chico no fool, but my young niggas keep limits
+'Cause I do it for the young niggas
+I'm gettin' money with my young niggas
+I'm toting guns with my young niggas
+And I told 'em I'm the one nigga
+
+[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
+My young niggas they so with it
+Big bag they go get it
+Get the drop, that's game time
+Get rolled on, you don't roll with us
+I don't know niggas, I don't owe niggas
+Don't talk money, I choke niggas
+Don’t talk work 'cause I live that
+You talk work, get kidnapped like Ye'
+We ain't got no love for that other side, no way
+Young niggas a sweep your whole mother side with that K
+30 shots on 30 shots, we run up on you broad day
+Lawyer money on lawyer money, my young niggas okay
+Ay, in the clip goin' A
+Extendos in my bape
+Stars all on my roof
+Hit the hood in that Wraith
+I'm just rollin' 'round, I'm rollin' 'round in my city
+Got that 30 round, 30 round and that semi yeah
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+I'm just rollin' 'round, I'm rollin' 'round my city
+That boss talk, that dog talk, my young niggas so with it
+And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches
+Chico no fool, but my young niggas keep limits
+'Cause I do it for the young niggas
+I'm gettin' money with my young niggas
+I'm toting guns with my young niggas
+And I told 'em I'm the one nigga
+
+[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
+Free 9, shoot niggas on free time
+Pussy niggas better rewind
+Back it up don't say it again
+Gang shit, we play to win
+Play for keeps, Ikey hoppin' up out the jeep
+You ain't knock him up out the sheets
+Maybach sittin' behind the sheet yeah
+Niggas I've up been in the Chi kill for me yeah
+Niggas under Larry Hoover still love me yeah
+A couple drug lovers I call 'em pills baby
+'Cause you got a gun bitch you still scary
+Ain't win yet, don't put me in that jam nigga
+Ain't sayin' shit, my young niggas go ham nigga
+K round stick, and we on whoever wherever anybody can get it, I'm with it yeah yeah
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+I'm just rollin' 'round, I'm rollin' 'round my city
+That boss talk, that dog talk, my young niggas so with it
+And I came up and I stayed up in them trenches
+Chico no fool, but my young niggas keep limits
+'Cause I do it for the young niggas
+I'm gettin' money with my young niggas
+I'm toting guns with my young niggas
+And I told 'em I'm the one nigga2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Rumors[Produced By C-Sick]
+
+[Chorus]
+Ain’t a killer, don’t push me
+I know a lot of killas pussy
+And I see them niggas looking
+Killers stay around me nigga
+I’m hearing all the rumors
+I stay around shooters
+All my niggas, they do this
+Ain’t a killer, don’t push me nigga
+Ain’t a killer, don’t push me nigga
+I’m hearing all these rumors
+Ain’t a killer, don’t push me nigga
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+These niggas ain’t loyal, these niggas ain’t for you
+Spreading rumors, these niggas don’t love you
+These niggas act real, these niggas talk guns
+Never let the MAC squeal, I know my niggas will
+Cause they ready for it
+Clips so spaghetti for him
+30 shot clip, Imma give it to em
+Never got my shit snatched, you ain’t get your bitch back
+Run up on em, give me that nigga
+See me in that Jag, what you looking at
+Niggas see me ride past royals looking at
+You the shit back then, now you looking back
+Shooters on deck, but you splint lag
+While theses drugs spin back, we ain’t playing fair
+Hard as Chiraq, you ain’t coming here
+Diss me, I don’t care where you from nigga
+Niggas ain’t welcome here
+Seen killers, tell killer and they rat
+I don’t know shit, what happened
+Applause on sight, niggas cocked
+Bricks for the low, then I tax
+And I do what I rap niggas
+And I don’t fuck with these rap niggas
+So you better adapt nigga
+What you talking about nigga?
+[Chorus]
+Ain’t a killer, don’t push me
+I know a lot of killas pussy
+And I see them niggas looking
+Killers stay around me nigga
+I’m hearing all the rumors
+I stay around shooters
+All my niggas, they do this
+Ain’t a killer, don’t push me nigga
+Ain’t a killer, don’t push me nigga
+I’m hearing all these rumors
+Ain’t a killer, don’t push me nigga
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+Shoot out 10 nights tryna point nothing
+We just point, ain’t a killer but don’t push me nigga
+Tryna rob, shooters at his top, shooters on the block
+Shooters all I got in the bushes nigga
+Act up, we gon whack something
+Front me ten bricks and won’t bring him back nothing
+Feed the whole squad Imma give my squad some
+You won’t get your squad none
+Chopper with bosses, went iced out the cross
+Guns in the attic, got coke in the closet
+And we ready for war, and we at your door
+All of these niggas act like they my niggas
+These niggas ain’t with us
+These niggas ain’t killers
+So who pushed em?
+[Chorus]
+Ain’t a killer, don’t push me
+I know a lot of killas pussy
+And I see them niggas looking
+Killers stay around me nigga
+I’m hearing all the rumors
+I stay around shooters
+All my niggas, they do this
+Ain’t a killer, don’t push me nigga
+Ain’t a killer, don’t push me nigga
+I’m hearing all these rumors
+Ain’t a killer, don’t push me nigga25EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Rider[Chorus]
+We smoked up, no hawk eyes
+No new niggas in my eyes
+Run up on me and you die
+Broski in the cut like peroxide
+Cause I go hard for my niggas (I'm a rider)
+And I'm a die for my niggas (I'm a rider)
+And I'm a ride for my niggas (I'm a rider)
+
+[Verse 1]
+My niggas know I'm a rider
+Hate cause I'm on fire
+Did my time for my hammer, ain't tell cause I'm a rider
+Always throwin' my side up
+Eat cause I'm a survivor
+These bitches who sleep with me don't let these snakes slide up
+Fuck niggas
+Fuck bitches
+All these haters can't fuck with us
+Pradas strapped and my partner strapped
+Streets with us I'm a street nigga
+Chop from the Glock I peep niggas and my day one niggas they eat with us
+People in miami bring heat with us
+Four in a four pour lean with me
+Lets go (Lets go)
+Run up on me get chopped up
+These police can't stop us
+Red tape niggas get mopped up
+O.T.F. niggas my partners
+[Chorus]
+We smoked up, no hawk eyes
+No new niggas in my eyes
+Run up on me and you die
+Broski in the cut like peroxide
+Cause I go hard for my niggas (I'm a rider)
+And I'm a die for my niggas (I'm a rider)
+And I'm a ride for my niggas (I'm a rider)
+
+[Verse 2]
+Im a ride with my niggas, I'm a die with my niggas
+Got a vibe with my niggas, Eye to eye with my niggas
+Homicide for my niggas, makin cash with my niggas
+And I tell 'em free my niggas I lie for my niggas
+I'm a hustla, I dont really care who dont fuck with us
+That beef shit, these fuck niggas they duck from us
+300 thats 300 its enough of us, These labels and this money tryna fuck with us
+And im a ride for my niggas im a rider
+And im a die for my niggas im a rider
+Im pullin triggers for my niggas Im a rider
+And im a rider, cuz im a rider
+
+[Chorus]
+We smoked up, no hawk eyes
+No new niggas in my eyes
+Run up on me and you die
+Broski in the cut like peroxide
+Cause I go hard for my niggas (I'm a rider)
+And I'm a die for my niggas (I'm a rider)
+And I'm a ride for my niggas (I'm a rider)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Waffle House[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+My trap house, a waffle house
+My trap house, a waffle house
+My trap house, a waffle house
+My trap house, a waffle house
+We got grits for the low
+We got grits for the low
+We got grits for the low
+We got grits for the low
+My trap house, a waffle house
+My trap house, a waffle house
+My trap house, a waffle house
+My trap house, a waffle house
+We got grits for the low
+We got grits for the low
+We got grits for the low
+We got grits for the low
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Got syrup in my trap house
+Something like a waffle house
+Touch down in my trap gonna have Lud Foe wipe em out
+I swear I'm doing numbers, I fuck her with a rubber
+My niggas getting money, so fuck you if you don't love me
+These niggas wanna kill me, these niggas tried to hug me
+They act like they all love me, wanna copy, they a dummy
+But my trap house a waffle house
+Sipping lean for myself, man
+Got a bad bitch for dessert, yeah
+Got a bad bitch for dessert, yeah
+Because my trap house like a waffle house
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+My trap house, a waffle house
+My trap house, a waffle house
+My trap house, a waffle house
+My trap house, a waffle house
+We got grits for the low
+We got grits for the low
+We got grits for the low
+My trap house, a waffle house
+My trap house, a waffle house
+My trap house, a waffle house
+My trap house, a waffle house
+We got grits for the low
+We got grits for the low
+We got grits for the low
+
+[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
+My trap house rolling
+That young nigga global
+Trapping out a Rover
+Pulled up on your bitch, it was hard for her to keep her composure
+Cough syrup in my soda
+Call my plug, say, "Hurry up, nigga, what's the hold up?"
+I got family to feed and customers to please
+80 racks on my arm when I roll up my sleeve
+Another 50 on the charm 'cause I been booming P's
+Sitting in the hot tub, smoking weed and watching TV
+Diamonds dancing, that's how you know it's me when you see me
+My phone blowing up, the trap going crazy
+They can't get enough, Dolphy got them flavors
+I'll shut your trap down, the best prices in town
+It's Dolph
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+My trap house, a waffle house
+My trap house, a waffle house
+My trap house, a waffle house
+My trap house, a waffle house
+We got grits for the low
+We got grits for the low
+We got grits for the low
+My trap house, a waffle house
+My trap house, a waffle house
+My trap house, a waffle house
+My trap house, a waffle house
+We got grits for the low
+We got grits for the low
+We got grits for the low3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Last Minute[Intro]
+Ayy-Ayy-Ayo Bleu
+Gorilla on the track
+Turn Me Up Josh
+
+[Verse 1]
+They say you is what you hang around
+Like what I look like snakin' a nigga who been ’round me, who been stayin' down?
+You a clown, move around
+And ain't gon’ lie, 'cause I got love for all the shawties who done grew up, turned to shooters now
+You was wild, juvenile
+You caught a case when you was an adult and ain't gon' lie, you thought it was gon' be the same as juvenile
+When you was down, who was down?
+Twenty-three and one, you locked down, plus you got a cellie doin' a hunnid now
+
+[Chorus]
+You tryna pray last minute, he ain't listenin'
+I feel the love from these diamonds when they glistеnin’
+Know how you feel when you finally get attention
+’Causе before, it seem like niggas wouldn't listen
+
+[Verse 2]
+I got some fam’ who just came around, they say they love me now
+Seen the fatherhood that we been on, they give 'em onesies now
+And I heal the grudge with a nigga I love, I give him money now
+Baby momma drama got me rushin' into them rubbers now
+Told his ass, "Stop lackin," but I caught him lackin' a couple times
+When I think ’bout Iris, I get in my feelings, wish I could hug her now
+I don't phony kick it with rap niggas, I don't give my number out
+Lotta bitch niggas woulda been dead if I ain't humbled down, oh (Gorilla on the track)
+And I'm so excited
+But I ain't gon' rat myself to a big indictment
+I speak my pain off the top, that's why I quit writin'
+Let bro down when he was tryna box, that's why I quit fightin' (Ayo Bleu)
+[Chorus]
+You tryna pray last minute, he ain't listenin'
+I feel the love from these diamonds when they glistenin'
+Know how you feel when you finally get attention
+'Cause before, it seem like niggas wouldn't listen
+
+[Outro]
+I was tryna sell my Link card to get a Blick, y'all
+I was actin' for them hoes like I was a big dawg
+No, I ain't have shit, but I'm the shit, yah
+No, I ain't have shit, but I'm the shit, yah3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+LilDurk2x[Intro]
+It's two of me
+It's two of me
+
+[Chorus]
+I'm just doing me
+I got my gun, you got your gun nigga
+You and me
+I can't do shit for free bitch
+I'm doing me
+I gotta get it by myself, I get this money by myself
+I swear I do it like it's  two of me
+I'm Lil Durk two times yeah, I'm Lil Durk two times
+I'm Lil Durk two times yeah, I'm Lil Durk two times
+I'm Lil Durk two times yeah, I'm Lil Durk two times
+I'm Lil Durk two times yeah
+
+[Verse 1]
+Two Glocks, two bitches tugging on my Johnson
+I'm like 2Pac, I'm in the A with thugga thugga
+Free Guwop, I share my last to with my brothers
+Bring two pops, my DJ on the E-Way and he smokin' (moon rock)
+My shooters don't hesitate, I told all my niggas we elevate
+Get money, fuck bitches, it's better days
+Pull up in a coupe, back from 88
+We grew up some screw ups, never get money and stay the same
+Hate is real, so if you're a hater get time just stay away
+I fuck and your tore off the molly and gatorade
+I fuck and your tore off the molly and gatorade
+I fuck and your tore off the lean and purp, put in my surp
+Bitches be getting it tricking wit me you try to rob
+I'ma put you on a shirt
+[Chorus]
+I'm just doing me
+I got my gun, you got your gun nigga
+You and me
+I can't do shit for free bitch
+I'm doing me
+I gotta get it by myself, I get this money by myself
+I swear I do it like it's  two of me
+I'm Lil Durk two times yeah, I'm Lil Durk two times
+I'm Lil Durk two times yeah, I'm Lil Durk two times
+
+[Verse 2]
+Two cups, I don't give two fucks
+I'm flexing too much, hundred thou in two months
+Nigga shoot some, you better do some
+And if I call for that ish you just know two coming
+Pop a wheelie on a bad bitch, two hoes fucking from Miami
+Need two bricks to feed the family
+Need that kit to feed the family
+Got two choppas for the family
+Got some hoes from Alabama
+I don't love these hoes, I know it's too random
+Bitches be fucking from money, need a check
+And I rob nigga for that check
+Nigga don't get no respect
+Bitches be on me, they fucking who next
+Bitches too thirsty, they can't get a check
+And I got twenty two thou on my neck
+[Chorus]
+I'm just doing me
+I got my gun, you got your gun nigga
+You and me
+I can't do shit for free bitch
+I'm doing me
+I gotta get it by myself, I get this money by myself
+I swear I do it like it's  two of me
+I'm Lil Durk two times yeah, I'm Lil Durk two times
+I'm Lil Durk two times yeah, I'm Lil Durk two times
+I'm Lil Durk two times yeah, I'm Lil Durk two times
+I'm Lil Durk two times yeah5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Lately[Chorus]
+I've been catchin' all this violence lately
+I've been catchin' all the sneak diss
+I've been sippin' on this act lately
+Drinkin' so much that I pee different
+Lately (Put a perc inside a Piña colada)
+Lately (I'm in the trap i8 pickin' up the Phantom)
+Lately (I love my niggas like blood but yeah we brothers)
+Lately (And I could never put no one above 'em)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Bein' fake the new real, that's why the world polluted
+I did shit for every nigga in that system losin' (Let's get it)
+They set me up for fraud, how much I Westerned Unioned?
+I told my jeweler that we good and went and copped a cuban
+I know some bitches from the city yeah I talk about 'em (yeah yea)
+I lost some niggas back to back now and they safe around me (yeah)
+And this shit gotta be real 'cause I don't pay for families (Let's get it)
+I'm from the jungle where them killas go ape about me (rrah)
+How they blame me 'cause I'm trill and nothin' fake about me (Let's get it)
+How they blame me 'cause I'm off the pills and I wrecked the Audi
+In the field all day ask Rex about me (Let's get it)
+'Posed to been my brother nigga why you textin' 'bout me? (Sneak dissin')
+
+[Chorus]
+I've been catchin' all this violence lately
+I've been catchin' all the sneak diss
+I've been sippin' on this act lately
+Drinkin' so much that I pee different
+Lately (Put a perc inside a Piña colada)
+Lately (I'm in the trap i8 pickin' up the Phantom)
+Lately (I love my niggas like blood but yeah we brothers)
+Lately (And I could never put no one above 'em)
+[Verse 2]
+I put a dolla in yo' ass
+And I see vile in yo' ass (Gang!)
+Bitch you gon' die for the cash (Cash)
+'Cause my name on it you wanna smash (Smash)
+In the streets I'm forever blessed
+In the streets I'm forever stamped (Let's get it)
+Diamonds on me they water water
+Rob me 'cause a ambulance (rrah)
+Headshot call the ambulance
+Balmain we ain't sharing pants (Balmain)
+Tell the industry to let us in (Fuck 'em)
+Tell the traphouse to let us in (Fuck 'em!)
+Wouldn't trade for 100 bands (Lord)
+Rather be around 100 brothers than to be around 100 friends (100 friends)
+Choppa make 'em do the running man (Gang!)
+Give me a cup I'ma overpour
+Bitch I'm 300 forever glory (yeah)
+Couple killas they forever scorin'
+I was trappin' off of Android
+Gang gang what I stand for (gang gang)
+Real niggas what I stand for (real)
+My baby momma she a fan boy
+Kicked her out like a landlord
+
+[Chorus]
+I've been catchin' all this violence lately
+I've been catchin' all the sneak diss
+I've been sippin' on this act lately
+Drinkin' so much that I pee different
+Lately (Put a perc inside a Piña colada)
+Lately (I'm in the trap i8 pickin' up the Phantom)
+Lately (I love my niggas like blood but yeah we brothers)
+Lately (And I could never put no one above 'em)
+Lately
+Lately
+Lately
+Lately
+[Outro]
+Yeah yea
+I've been catchin' all the sneak diss
+I've been sippin' on a lot lately
+Yeah yea yea1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Baller[Hook]
+Shawty, I'm a baller
+I'll buy a bag and spoil ya
+Fuck her, never call her
+I'm lyin' like a lawyer
+Heels, red bottoms
+Basic bitches Jordans
+I could put you in a mansion in California
+Shawty, I'm a baller
+Shawty, I'm a baller
+Shawty, I'm a baller
+Shawty, I'm a baller
+Shawty, I'm a baller
+Shawty, I'm a baller
+Shawty, I'm a baller
+A baller, a baller
+
+[Verse 1]
+Shawty want a mansion
+Baby, I'm finessin'
+I like the way you dressin'
+Put you on some karats
+Bitches tell you anythin'
+Them hoes they be jealous
+Put you on Margiela your Snapchat go bananas
+Ape shit, we go Ape shit
+Why you put me on yo' pay shit, my exes hatin'
+I can brag how you can take dick, thumb in yo' (shh)
+She can stay thick (and she can shake it)
+Shawty, I'm a baller, hit up Ben Baller
+Got a show in Sweden, I can send for ya
+Met her ass one time, I ain't never call her
+I'mma get it back together, I'mma spoil ya
+[Bridge]
+I've been ballin'
+For a minute
+I've been ballin'
+I gotta get it
+
+[Hook]
+Shawty, I'm a baller
+I'll buy a bag and spoil ya
+Fuck her, never call her
+I'm lyin' like a lawyer
+Heels, red bottoms
+Basic bitches Jordans
+I could put you in a mansion in California
+Shawty, I'm a baller
+Shawty, I'm a baller
+Shawty, I'm a baller
+Shawty, I'm a baller
+Shawty, I'm a baller
+Shawty, I'm a baller
+Shawty, I'm a baller
+A baller, a baller
+
+[Verse 2]
+She don't like them lame niggas
+Ring like it's James, nigga
+Maybach with the shades, I spent like 3k on my shades, nigga
+I like that she a baller, she like to play 'round with my wave, nigga
+I was local, she said that my wave it got way bigger
+Ballin' like I'm A.I., he went Hall of Fame, nigga
+Street nigga and I like yo' vibe, yea
+She want my baby 2 times, cum inside her
+And she be ready for me, on the 'gram she be checkin' for me
+[Bridge]
+I've been ballin'
+For a minute
+I've been ballin'
+I gotta get it
+
+[Hook]
+Shawty, I'm a baller
+I'll buy a bag and spoil ya
+Fuck her, never call her
+I'm lyin' like a lawyer
+Heels, red bottoms
+Basic bitches Jordans
+I could put you in a mansion in California
+Shawty, I'm a baller
+Shawty, I'm a baller
+Shawty, I'm a baller
+Shawty, I'm a baller
+Shawty, I'm a baller
+Shawty, I'm a baller
+Shawty, I'm a baller
+A baller, a baller
+[Outro]
+I've been ballin'
+For a minute
+I've been ballin'
+I gotta get it
+I've been ballin'
+For a minute
+I've been ballin'
+I gotta get it2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Pressure[Intro]
+Oouu
+Superstar she got me feelin' so messed up
+I be workin' on a lot of stuff
+Pressure
+These lil' bitches love 'em so extra
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk & Young Thug]
+Pressure
+I wanna be with you but they will not let us
+My pride in the way and I can not help it
+My name on that pussy baby I'm selfish
+Confessions
+I will not lie to you baby I swear
+Accept me for your past baby I swear
+You was right there when no one was there
+Yeah (5x) ooh ooh (Yah)
+Yeah (5x) ooh ooh (Yah)
+Yeah (5x) ooh ooh (Yah)
+Yeah (5x) uh-huh
+Durkio world
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk & Young Thug]
+Baby momma want me to be with her (be with her)
+Kept me with bitches I'm teachin (teachin')
+I'm finally famous so bitches be plottin' on me  (ay)
+My heart been broke before I don't want no apologies  (you ain't gotta tell me sorry)
+You left me in the dark when you left you took a part of me
+[Bridge: Lil Durk & Young Thug]
+Fame in the way I couldn't see (oo ooh)
+I ain't really where I wanna be (oo ooh)
+Ohh (oo ooh)
+When you left me in the dark you took a part of me
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk & Young Thug]
+Pressure
+I wanna be with you but they will not let us
+My pride in the way and I can not help it
+My name on that pussy baby I'm selfish
+Confessions
+I will not lie to baby I swear
+Accept me for your past baby I swear
+You was right there when no one was there
+Yeah (5x) ooh ooh (Yah)
+Yeah (5x) ooh ooh (Yah)
+Yeah (5x) ooh ooh (Yah)
+Yeah (5x) uh-huh
+Sleep in the dark
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk & Young Thug]
+These bitches be blastin' up all of my texts  (all of my texts)
+Lyin', they sayin' they all was my ex (all was my ex)
+The stories ain't real and you gotta speak facts (facts)
+I know they be frauds so baby don't sweat it
+Nigga you trippin' and you lookin' pathetic (pathetic)
+Gave you my heart so baby protect it  (baby protect it)
+Same broad vacation  (same broad vacation)
+Ain’t proud to beg temptation  (ain’t proud to beg temptation)
+So let me take the lead  (take the lead)
+I know you is proud of me  (proud of me)
+[Bridge: Lil Durk & Young Thug]
+Fame in the way I couldn't see (oo ooh)
+I ain't really where I wanna be (oo ooh)
+Ohh (oo ooh)
+When you left me in the dark you took a part of me
+(Hey!)
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk & Young Thug]
+Pressure
+I wanna be with you but they will not let us
+My pride in that way and I can not help it
+My name on the pussy baby I'm selfish
+Confessions
+I will not lie to baby I swear
+Accept me for your past baby I swear
+You was right there when no one was there
+Yeah (5x) ooh ooh (Yah)
+Yeah (5x) ooh ooh (Yah)
+Yeah (5x) ooh ooh (Yah)
+Yeah (5x) uh-huh7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Jump Off[Chorus]
+Playing with Glocks that was a sport
+Momma told me to get back on that porch
+Had no money, trap house slow
+Robbing and hustling was so important
+Niggas was telling, feds in motion
+Everything they doing was being recorded
+Fed taking pictures and we posing
+Hopping in and out of them Porsches
+Yeah
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+Jumped off the porch
+(all my niggas they so real)
+I been jumped off the porch
+(all my niggas they'll kill)
+I been jumped off the porch
+(tell my niggas it's a drill)
+I been jumped off the porch
+
+[Verse 1]
+I was down when the war was strong
+They told us chill out
+Half sleep when the sheriffs came ( sorry momma )
+They told us get out
+It was a drought, I had a doubt
+Me, I was sleeping on my homie couch
+Had to wake up with this crack in my mouth
+Heard his mommas telling me to get out
+Caught me a case
+Bitches be on me because I'm the new Ye
+This is my city where killers don't play
+Gotta keep killers around where you lay
+Link card cut short she on public aid
+Everybody left but my niggas stay
+Before we was raided
+We was killing these roaches with raid
+My niggas was killing for J's
+RIP to Nuski Bae
+We miss you
+Same L's, same blood, same tissue
+We killing any niggas that diss
+I was playing with them Glocks
+[Chorus]
+Playing with Glocks that was a sport
+Momma told me to get back on that porch
+Had no money, trap house slow
+Robbing & hustling was so damn important
+Niggas was telling , feds in motion
+Everything they doing was being recorded
+Fed taking pictures and we posing
+Hopping in and out of them Porsches
+Yeah
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+Jumped off the porch
+(all my niggas they so real)
+I been jumped off the porch
+(all my niggas they'll kill)
+I been jumped off the porch
+(tell my niggas it's a drill)
+I been jumped off the porch4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Feds Listenin’[Intro]
+I'mma tell you how my people went to jail, ya feel me
+Doin' life, 50 plus (Free 'em)
+Feds people took my people down
+Then they got caught with them M's
+Let them niggas out, man
+
+[Chorus]
+I heard the feds listenin'
+I heard the feds listenin'
+I heard the feds listenin'
+I heard the feds listenin'
+I heard the feds listenin'
+I heard the feds listenin'
+I heard the feds listenin'
+I heard the feds listenin'
+I heard the feds listenin'
+I heard the feds listenin'
+
+[Verse 1]
+My momma, told me, Chrisy Louie, had the feds wit 'em
+My momma, know I'm hard, body, and I ain't scared nigga
+Born in 92, I grew up wit no dad nigga
+And when I catch 'em he a dead nigga (bang!)
+This is for my niggas wit the feds nigga
+It's so fucked up, we talk through glass nigga
+Your nigga move that dope, that glass nigga (that work, work)
+I wish my nigga used that mask nigga
+They gave you 40 from that last case
+2 chains on but I'mma add base
+Tryna' throw Rico, gave me headaches
+Then they tried to snake me then its that red tape
+[Chorus]
+I heard the feds listenin'
+I heard the feds listenin'
+I heard the feds listenin'
+I heard the feds listenin'
+I heard the feds listenin'
+I heard the feds listenin'
+I heard the feds listenin'
+I heard the feds listenin'
+I heard the feds listenin'
+I heard the feds listenin'
+
+[Verse 2]
+Nigga you a wangsta and you ain't pop none
+My hits like my studio shit I drop some
+What you know bout wakin' up to them blocked numbers?
+Can't call back, but you know they wanna couple hunnids
+My barber for my kids, like hey I'm out a job
+Free my niggas doing calenders, Green Dot them all
+3oo, for that Rico, there's not a lot of us
+You can't join us, nor beat us need a lot of trust
+He in the Law library, like where he go wrong at?
+I told that nigga, that his phone is tapped
+He supposed to be right here flexin cuz he don’t belong now
+He got the message, don't think that nigga got the wrong LL
+[Skit]
+*Phone ring* "Hello"
+"What up bro what's wrong"
+*Laughs* "Wrapping up these bricks"
+Keepin' it flowin' where you at, you ready?"
+"Ok bitch, where you at?"
+"Yeah, I'm downtown on my way down there now"
+"I'm gonna grab my son, take him back to the crib"
+"I'm gon' shoot down to the burbs right now"
+"How many bricks you need?"
+"Hey, you know what all the shit you have"
+"Alright let's do it, say no more"
+"I got 10 bricks for you, let's get it"
+
+[Chorus]
+I heard the feds listenin'
+I heard the feds listenin'
+I heard the feds listenin'
+I heard the feds listenin'
+I heard the feds listenin'
+I heard the feds listenin'
+I heard the feds listenin'
+I heard the feds listenin'
+I heard the feds listenin'
+I heard the feds listenin'3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+52 Bars Pt 3Nigga hoes always talking pillow niggas
+Got some hittas runnin up that'll hit a nigga
+You ain't real, you ain't never been a drilling nigga
+Fuck the team nigga, I got my gang
+You a ho nigga, I got your chain
+Send shots if you mention my name
+The opps do it cuz the police the same
+These niggas giving out special things
+Pour it up slow it down for the lean heads
+All these niggas around me, they don't mean shit
+50/50 for a check you ain't bring shit
+War time back to back you ain't seen shit
+L's up, free the guys, we the team bitch
+OTF, 300, we the team bitch
+Ray Charles on the block, ain't seen shit
+Ray Charles on the block, ain't seen shit
+Going in game time , NBA face
+Having money , hit em with the Stevie J face
+We'll take one shot , he'll take eight
+Drill the top 7 niggas then I made eight
+Bueller got the trunk going band camp
+Chop got the truck going bang
+Whoever thought I see myself on demand
+Whoever thought by 21 i'm in the sand
+On South Beach all the Haitis was a zoe pound
+Real nigga don't judge no judge joe brown
+We don't judge em tho, we don't love em
+Send em out , we don't love these hoes
+Bitches with the most money who we love the most
+Love out my category so you love a ghost , oh you love the ghost
+I love my team cause they do the most (SQUAD)
+I been talking shit like I got halitos
+I'm bragging on my cars , my crib , bragging on my jewels , bragging how i live
+Ace of spade for the show , I don't like to sip
+Couple shooters round me cause they like to grip
+Meek Mill Dreamchasers yeah I fuck with him
+Coke Boy from Montana , yeah I'm one of them
+Hustle Gang turn up , yeah I fuck with Tip
+Get his ass jump if you acting tough
+Yeah , Now I'm back to the street shit
+I done seen alot of niggas with the beef shit (SQUAD)
+Kevin home , Jerome gone , now it's money gang
+Niggas pussy , niggas bitches , they ain't on a thang
+Opp niggas shooting blind if you want a name
+If you wanted fame, I'll never change, I'll blam nigga
+Young nigga , straight shot from the Lam nigga
+Free Jam nigga, I'm a real nigga, Just chill before you real get killed nigga
+Don't believe me , just watch get a mill nigga
+Everybody round me get a meal ticket
+From the old heads, to the dope heads, to the savages, to the lil niggas
+Hood niggas , I'm with it, anybody get it, these niggas flipping
+I ain't talking chickens, Let's Get It (SQUAD)
+I be telling these fuck niggas they can't fuck with us man6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Only Want One NightWe don't love these hoes, I only want one night
+Then pass her to my bros, I only want one night
+These niggas lovin' hoes, I only want one night
+These niggas cuffin' hoes, I only want one nightEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Money and Power[Hook]
+Money and power, thats the only religion
+Pray to god that we make it, hit da streets and go get it
+I want it all Yeah, I want it allll yeah (2x)
+
+
+[Verse 1]
+Money and Power, thats just part of ma niggas
+Rest in peace to J-money, we living life to we end it
+My religion is true, but i just cop me some robbins
+Niggas switch up on they niggas to tha niggas that's poppin
+I give life to my kids, daddy gave life to tha pigs
+Only reason niggas out they gave advice to the feds
+(I want it all all all all, yeah, i just want it all all all all yeah)
+Dreads don't make you Haitian, Guess you don't cuss you a christian
+Niggas die for attention, I pray to god for ma niggas
+Some believe in the devil, tha luminati' got levels
+Niggas givin up they family for some cribs and some bezels
+Niggas change under pressure, two gun cases can't tell'em
+I can tell niggas tattle i lost my bro to the battle yeah
+(I want it all all all all, yeah, i just want it all)
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2]
+I seen alot of niggas, go on dat stand pointing fingers
+Told ma mama I love her, and salute who don't believe us (nah)
+Niggas claim we they brothers and they right here when we need em
+But I went through the trauma and seen nobody but Jesus
+Got caught up by tha life, I got brought up by tha pipes
+Now these niggas takin credit 4 what we did all dem nights (I had it all all all) Age of 16 had a ball, want it all I got it all
+In the streets I took a lost, Gunshots ring off them blockas
+These niggas mad dey can't stop us
+Everywhere you go these niggas know we the topic
+All black hoodie no gothic, dey dreaded up like dey shottas (squad)
+But we watchin who watchin, dem niggas saying dey got us
+I can't trust these niggas, I can't fuck with these niggas
+I got up on these niggas, and Ima up on these niggas
+(I want it all all all yeah i just want it all, all
+Yeahhh yeahh)
+[Hook]
+(Coke boy baby)7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+On My Soul[Intro]
+Who is durk to you?
+Durk that's blood cousin his momma my auntie
+My momma his auntie blood
+Real shit man
+So when you all say blood you all mean blood?
+OTF this is family nigga
+This shit ain’t war it’s blood
+
+[Chorus]
+Go through so much, nobody know
+Hand on my pipe can't trust a soul
+Times ain't the same we getting old
+These niggas fu they get exposed
+That's on my soul, my soul, my soul, my soul
+Devil want my soul, my soul, my soul
+Who said I sold my soul for gold and clothes and hoes
+No, no, no, no, no, no
+
+[Verse 1:]
+Feel my pain, how you feel my shoes, can't feel my name
+Once I hit the top I ain't gone change that's on my soul
+Once you know about waking up in the middle of the snow
+Seeing the news watching people dead that you know
+I lost niggas but family different
+My niggas family so tell me what's different
+I came in late selling packs, momma tripping
+I'm feeding family so tell me who get it
+I ain't go to school I was on that block
+I needed education, I forgot
+You could forgive but never forget
+Whatever I'm with my niggas they with
+[Chorus]
+Go through so much, nobody know
+Hand on my pipe can't trust a soul
+Times ain't the same we getting old
+These niggas fu they get exposed
+That's on my soul, my soul, my soul, my soul
+Devil want my soul, my soul, my soul
+Who said I sold my soul for gold and clothes and hoes
+No, no, no, no, no, no
+
+[Verse 2:]
+I know the consequences of my actions
+Knew I'll be rich when I start rapping
+When shit was real, when niggas lacking
+Just made our city murder capital
+I said fuck school I was always absent
+Niggas need oscars, they always acting
+Niggas is bitches they always reacting
+I tell a nigga he get clapped like magic
+Me and my niggas we been through so much
+For that band my niggas get you touched
+Break your legs that ain't enough
+And this my city ain't letting up
+That's on my soul
+
+[Chorus]
+Go through so much, nobody know
+Hand on my pipe can't trust a soul
+Times ain't the same we getting old
+These niggas fu they get exposed
+That's on my soul, my soul, my soul, my soul
+Devil want my soul, my soul, my soul
+Who said I sold my soul fuck gold and clothes and hoes
+No, no, no, no, no, no1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+This Case[Chorus]
+My lil' nigga loading up the chopper
+My lil' nigga problem solver, yeah
+We sold 50s, they like 30 poppers
+My niggas, they the problem solver, yeah
+Turn up, turn up, woah
+Feds ain't picking up this case (Woah)
+The feds ain't picking up this case (Woah)
+Feds ain't picking up this case
+The Ruger I got pick up his face
+The feds ain't picking up this case
+The feds ain't picking up this case
+Feds ain't picking up this case
+The Ruger I got pick up his face (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Call up my jewelry, I need me a Mueller (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+Spend money on hits, I pay for the shooters (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+I talk to the streets, this money amusing (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+They say they gonna kill me, but why they ain't do it? (Woah)
+Get paper, quick paper (Paper)
+Brick case, free my brick layer (Bang)
+My Rollie diamonds, they hit major (Diamonds)
+Rob me, I erase you (You won't)
+They talking on sight shit (Nah)
+You ask for indictments (Dawg)
+Double cup give me brightness (Double cup)
+Girls on some dyke shit (Woo)
+Sip so much lean that I'm numb (Numb)
+Mama, I carry my gun (Brrrt)
+Can't end up like Ricky
+These niggas be hating on me 'cause I'm boys in the hood (Let's get it)
+No gun, catch a body like Suge
+This niggas be getting this money
+They fucking up with me, my niggas we got the city we, turning up (Woah)
+[Chorus]
+My lil' nigga loading up the chopper
+My lil' nigga problem solver, yeah
+We sold 50s, they like 30 poppers
+My niggas, they the problem solver, yeah
+Turn up, turn up, woah
+Feds ain't picking up this case (Woah)
+The feds ain't picking up this case (Woah)
+Feds ain't picking up this case
+The Ruger I got pick up his face
+The feds ain't picking up this case
+The feds ain't picking up this case
+Feds ain't picking up this case
+The Ruger I got pick up his face
+
+[Verse 2: Hypno Carlito]
+The feds ain't picking up this case
+I give 'em the work like a mixtape (That work)
+Carlito, I got it, I've been straight (I got it)
+I pick up the work like I lift weights (Uh)
+300 days and 300 nights (300)
+The feds wanna talk, but I know my rights (Rights)
+Spend whatever on lawyers, don't want no life (No)
+Bitch, I got the smoke like a motorbike (Gang)
+No, I don't fuck with informants (Gang)
+I didn't do it, I was touring
+Don't come to my house with no warrant (Huh?)
+Don't hit my line if not important (Gang)
+I spent a few bucks on my mortgage (Bricks)
+Hope you get the pic like a portrait (Yeah)
+Everything I do big, I'm like Norbit
+I son all these niggas like orphans (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
+Hypno Carlito don't need no co-sign (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
+Polish shit up, that's why Lil Durk had signed (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
+Play me and Varney, I'll give you a line (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
+I just made a million, Carlito [?]
+[Chorus]
+My lil' nigga loading up the chopper
+My lil' nigga problem solver, yeah
+We sold 50s, they like 30 poppers
+My niggas, they the problem solver, yeah
+Turn up, turn up, woah
+Feds ain't picking up this case (Woah)
+The feds ain't picking up this case (Woah)
+Feds ain't picking up this case
+The Ruger I got pick up his face
+The feds ain't picking up this case
+The feds ain't picking up this case
+Feds ain't picking up this case
+The Ruger I got pick up his face2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Perfect Picture[Produced by LeekeLeek]
+
+[Intro: Lil Durk]
+Yeah, (Yeah)
+This nigga ain't really fuckin wit us man
+Got this shit guaranteed on lock
+Lets get it!
+UhhhHH
+That picture perfect shit like that
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Iont think my shit don't sta-a-a-ank
+Not picture perfect, shit like that
+I'm on top of my city
+Whoever thought some shit like that?
+Now I be driving foreign cars
+That picture perfect shit like that
+Whoever thought I'd be a sta-a-a-a-ar?
+Picture perfect shit like that
+Ayy-a-a-ayy
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Now dis ain't what you want
+Only drop some shit like dat
+Name an auto-tunin nigga
+That'll drop some shit like dat
+They say they snatch yo shit
+I get yo shit right back
+If you ain't with a 5s
+I can't picture tha-a-a-a-ayy
+Picture perfect panorama Porsche
+You a pussy, still on forces
+Those are ghosts, I'm hearin voices
+Made a "M" by makin choices
+That make me see these hata's
+Truest colors
+Free my brothers
+Die for them
+Thats on my mother
+Alot of kids before 21
+(Whoever thought?)
+Alot of niggas snake you for your mon'
+(Whoever thought?)
+I never thought
+I buy the shit I never bought
+Or them cases that I caught
+If I never called
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Iont think my shit don't sta-a-a-ank
+Not picture perfect, shit like that
+I'm on top of my city
+Whoever thought some shit like that?
+Now I be driving foreign cars
+That picture perfect shit like that
+Whoever thought I'd be a sta-a-a-a-ar?
+Picture perfect shit like that
+Ayy-a-a-ayy
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+Public houses, public schools
+Only eatin public food
+Really me but picture you
+You can't walk up in my shoes
+I'm that dude
+(Whoever thought?)
+Now sing this tune for whoever you lost
+Lives
+Ayy-ayy-ayy
+Pray for em
+Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayyyy
+Pray for em
+Ayy-ayy-ayyy
+(For em)
+Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayyyy
+Model wants to get cuz
+Ain't nobody believe me
+Call me phony, call me greedy
+Niggas mad cuz they ain't eating
+I had to grind for it
+Nobody had time for it
+I had to put my mind to it
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Iont think my shit don't sta-a-a-ank
+Not picture perfect, shit like that
+I'm on top of my city
+Whoever thought some shit like that?
+Now I be driving foreign cars
+That picture perfect shit like that
+Whoever thought I'd be a sta-a-a-a-ar?
+Now picture perfect shit like that
+Ayy-a-a-ayy
+
+That picture perfect shit like that
+(Shit like that)9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Handouts[Intro]
+Trenches, the trenches, the trenches, the trenches
+I do it for poverty
+A lot of street niggas in fuckin' with me you know?
+(Shoutout my nigga Snapdogg you know?)
+Real gang man
+
+[Chorus]
+No I don't want yo' apologizes
+No, I don’t drink on no Qualitest
+My bitch get the drink, she a pharmacist
+I'm thinkin' 'bout the hood, yea stealin' it
+How you trade on me how you trade?
+Was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed
+I had so much so much my shoulders couldn't wait
+I sit back and look at the people that you played
+Yeah I ain't lookin' for no handouts
+Ain't lookin' for no handouts
+
+[Verse 1]
+I was addicted to shootouts
+I'm in the trenches with Pluto
+I got a stick at my bitch house
+Now I take shits in a big house
+I never carried the field
+I gotta outwork my pills
+I gotta suck up the tears
+I'm in the gutter for real
+I love my brother for real
+Never depend on the slut
+Can't force it if he is my cut
+Them choices will make you a mutt
+Few years in the state
+And the feds gave 200 months
+Off percs and 200 blunts
+I get head for 200 bucks
+I mix Chanel with the Fendi
+Shawty will kill you for singin'
+Shawty be lit with the Benjis
+And I fucked twice in the Hemy
+FNs tucked in the denims
+High speed high speed
+I lost guns in the rental
+And I put drugs in my mental
+[Chorus]
+No I don't want yo' apologizes
+No, I don’t drink on no Qualitest
+My bitch get the drink, she a pharmacist
+I'm thinkin' 'bout the hood, yea stealin' it
+How you trade on me how you trade?
+Was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed
+I had so much so much my shoulders couldn't wait
+I said better look at the people that you played
+Yeah I ain't lookin' for no handouts
+Ain't lookin' for no handouts
+
+[Verse 2]
+We gon' ball with a anthem
+Auntie went balled for the cancer
+My uncle had died from stabbin'
+I moved to the A now I'm dabbin'
+Ride 43 with no license
+The opps is thinkin' we ISIS
+Fuck whoever don't like it
+I nut her face 'cause she triflin'
+You left me to die in a rot
+You left me to die on the block
+Wouldn't think I would rise to the top
+But I'ma ride with the Glock
+I kill for my brothers who for me
+I hate when niggas say you love me
+Deep down wanna plug me
+See me down be above me
+He were my nigga 'til the end I can't trust 'em
+If I ever see 'em now I screamin' fuck 'em
+I ain't fuckin' with no fool shit
+He see me now he won't do shit
+I'm ridin' with my gang
+[Chorus]
+No I don't want yo' apologizes
+No, I don’t drink on no Qualitest
+My bitch get the drink, she a pharmacist
+I'm thinkin' 'bout the hood, yea stealin' it
+How you trade on me how you trade?
+Was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed
+I had so much so much my shoulders couldn't wait
+I said better look at the people that you played
+Yeah I ain't lookin' for no handouts
+Ain't lookin' for no handouts6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+See Me Down[Intro: Lil Durk]
+They wanna see me down
+They wanna see me down
+
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+Just wanna see my son grow up
+Chicago streets, no love
+I might not make it through the summer, but I cannot give up
+They wanna see me down
+They wanna be me now
+Niggas catchin' cases
+Dyin' on a daily basis
+I stared from the basement
+I used to sleep in basements
+They wanna see me down
+They wanna be me now
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+They don't want me 'cause my profile high cases
+Being black tryna make it in this world, can't make billions like other races
+If I call it how I see it they say I'm racist
+Let's face it
+If Donald Trump win the spot, then we back to the basics
+No more link, no more WIC, no more free shots when you sick
+No more S.S.I. checks, either coming for your kids
+I'm for not who would of though I would make a million of of pot
+Feds on me why you think I used to turn down all the slots
+Tired of seein' my niggas die, on they days they momma cryin'
+Opps crazy on IG tell them niggas calm it down
+Heard niggas telling now, they come around I shut it down
+And I keep a couple rounds
+And I keep a couple rounds
+BM trippin' see my son, he know I care
+I grab my gun when I land in O'Hare
+My momma stressing over me, she loosing hair
+My cousin trippin', say I'm never there
+Why? Then I say
+[Hook: Lil Durk & Jadakiss]
+Just wanna see my son grow up
+Chicago streets, no love
+I might not make it through the summer, but I cannot give up
+They wanna see me down
+They wanna be me now
+Niggas catchin' cases
+Dyin' on a daily basis
+I stared from the basement
+I used to sleep in basements
+They wanna see me down
+They wanna be me now
+
+[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
+Kick back, smoke, and I just tell my mans
+Look y'all, we came a long way from selling grams
+I'm tryna make a Mill, you tryna make a stack
+When I leave I don't know if I'ma make it back
+You don't need nothing to relate to that
+The thought of my kids suffering, I hate the fact
+Say goodbye to your mom, before you every think of doing me  bodily harm
+Even though the war is on, you've got to be calm
+It's a time to keep quiet, a time to respond
+Nah, you'll never be fly as the Don
+I shoot you man in his head, let him die in your arms
+It's written inside of the Quran
+They changed the Bible several times, something's got to be wrong
+Check it for yourself, if you don't believe me now
+They can't be me now, therefore they just wanna -
+[Outro: Lil Durk & Jadakiss]
+They wanna see me down
+Chicago streets, no love
+I might not make it through the summer, but I cannot give up
+They wanna see me down
+They wanna be me now
+Niggas catchin' cases
+Dyin' on a daily basis
+I stared from the basement
+I used to sleep in basements
+They wanna see me down
+They wanna be me now1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Hell In My City[Produced by Dree the Drummer]
+
+[Intro]
+Ain’t no other niggas like my niggas, you feel me?
+(Raising Hell ain’t an option, it’s in our blood
+Signed to the streets!)
+
+[Chorus]
+I'ma ride for my brothers
+I'll die for them, that's on my mother
+Only the streets can feel my struggle
+One thing about 'em ain't no other
+I raise hell in my city (And I know, I know, I know, I know)
+I raise hell in my city, so be prepared in my city
+
+[Verse 1]
+Lost Nuski and Pat to a bunch of these bitch niggas
+Street nigga heart but the mind of a rich nigga
+What's happenin', go back me and bro never switch, nigga
+O Town, late night studio, smokin', stain
+Couple drinks, tryna get me to sip, nigga
+Gave bro thirty something years, he ain’t a snitch nigga
+I don't know what's going on with half of these split niggas
+One minute in the house next time wanna spit niggas
+My city respect and honor me
+Ain't a killer but break the bond and see
+Muzzle with the chop, trigger finger water
+I bet it could part a sea
+I'll decease for my niggas
+Twenty one years in the streets with my niggas
+And that's to my momma, she know about my brother
+She know she playin' for keeps, nigga
+Late night tryin' stretch somethin'
+Dice game, sellin' drugs, it ain't safe after dark, nigga
+Call bro, bring the pole, thirty six O’s, then you know not to park nigga
+And it’s hell in my city, two shots hit head or tail in my city
+War time if it's animosity, and I got the squad to rock with me
+[Chorus]
+I'ma ride for my brothers
+I'll die for them, that's on my mother
+Only the streets can feel my struggle
+One thing about 'em ain't no other
+I raise hell in my city (And I know, I know, I know, I know)
+I raise hell in my city, so be prepared in my city
+
+[Verse 2]
+Ride, I'm a rider
+Beef with my squad then theres no survivors
+Young niggas fourteen, no L's that be drivin'
+Then catch a body on a nigga be lackin', we 'bout violence
+Let alcohol trick you to a coffin
+Think I'm sweet tell lil' bro to off 'em
+Chicago on my back, nigga
+No love in hip-hop cause we don't act nigga
+Sip act nigga on the block with a Mac nigga
+No money but we tax niggas
+Nigga's city show love to the rap niggas
+That's my all my L's go loyal
+And these niggas, these bitches ain't loyal
+And these streets, these streets ain't for you
+And I'm a rider so save that shit for them other niggas
+Niggas ain't fuckin' with us, niggas ain't ridin' with us
+These niggas ain't out every night on the strip with the hammers outside with us
+Magazine tryin' to vibe with us, hoppin' out that black Benz tryin' to slide with us
+Niggas say I'm bad business but niggas cuffin' bitches, I'm a side nigga
+[Chorus]
+I'ma ride for my brothers
+I'll die for them, that's on my mother
+Only the streets can feel my struggle
+One thing about 'em ain't no other
+I raise hell in my city (And I know, I know, I know, I know)
+I raise hell in my city, so be prepared in my city6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Movement[Intro]
+(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it)
+
+[Verse 1]
+I be takin' all these pills to easy up my pain now
+Lost too many niggas at a early age and I hate crime
+Call a nigga a snitch in a public place, feel like a hate crime
+'Cause them real niggas vouchin' for 'em, yeah
+And I still be with my brothers even though I'm rich and all
+I slowed down deeply off them pills, they mixed with fentanyl
+You see a crime, don't say nothin' 'bout it, no matter what you saw
+Only The Family in my bloodline, fuck what you thought
+Too many shots fired around big apartment complex
+I done seen my close homie get shot, I was thinkin', "I'm next"
+My two crodies, they'rе my brothers, they say, "No contacts"
+They said our namе but left us hangin', man, that's all facts
+
+[Chorus]
+I put my pain in my music, they say I don't do shit
+I'ma take these drugs and abuse it
+Feel like I'ma lose it
+They said, "We movin' like a mob," but I told them, "It's a movement"
+
+[Verse 2]
+This shit in my flesh, nigga
+Tellin' on the brother or the opp, you're still a rat, nigga
+I seen't the best with it
+He grab the pen and the pad and I seen him make a mess with it
+(Tell me what we want, when you're down, yeah, yeah
+Tell me what we want, when you're down, yeah, yeah)
+These niggas bitches, they be movin' off emotion
+Instead of fightin' with my brothers, I'd rather fight these bozos
+If my dog get caught for a murder, best believe I'm on it
+If he tell, he'll tell again, he tryna get up on us (Uh-uh, uh)
+I'm tryna live up with the finer things
+Shoppin' therapy, I spend my last on designer jeans
+They ask me, "Do I rap?" I say, "I kinda sing"
+I cut my mouth with fifty thousand next time I gotta sneeze
+(Movement, let the beat take me away
+I wanna go, let the streets take me away)
+[Chorus]
+I put my pain in my music, they say I don't do shit
+I'ma take these drugs and abuse it
+Feel like I'ma lose it
+They said, "We movin' like a mob," but I told them, "It's a movement"
+
+[Outro]
+(Tell me what we want, when you're down, yeah, yeah
+Tell me what we want, when you're down, yeah, yeah)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Basically FR[Intro: Young Thug]
+Yeah
+Yeah
+Basically for real
+For real for real
+Hiee!
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk & Young Thug]
+Basically for real
+Dirty ass bitch can't get her hair did  (Woah!)
+Basically for real
+Bum ass bitch look better than her kids (Basically, yeah)
+Basically for real
+Fuck nigga tryin' hang around for the perkys
+Basically for real
+Fuck her one time why buy purses (Woo woo!)
+Basically for real
+Grow my hair back now she dick riding
+Basically for real
+Cash her out 'cause she got a big ass
+Basically for real (Basically for real)
+Yo' block poppin' these niggas gon' switch sides
+Basically for real (Basically for real)
+Stay away from a fuck nigga yo' snitch ass
+
+[Verse 1]
+Bitch ass, tryin' pull me under like quicksand
+When I do the dash I switch hands
+With my day ones don't switch mans
+Free stock caught the feds had good glass
+Get on your ass and it's no pass
+I used to rap with a notepad
+Came from nothin' can't go back
+My BM ride with both sides
+My niggas rob with no mask
+I fucked yo' bitch with no cash
+She suck my dick got no ass
+Came from the jungle it made me wild
+Ball on your own gotta say the shit loud
+Big G locked up over that metal
+They wish he was out he could set an example (gang)
+I just put mud in that Fanta
+OG bought toys, ain't believe in Santa
+You want smoke you smokin' camel
+Better off go fighting cancer
+Deadly, my shoe game on Jet Li
+You been my brother when you met me
+Sneak dissin' ass nigga so messy
+Let's get it!
+[Chorus: Lil Durk & Young Thug]
+Basically for real
+Dirty ass bitch can't get her hair did
+Basically for real (Basically for real)
+Bum ass bitch look better than her kids
+Basically for real (Basically for real)
+Fuck nigga tryin' hang around for the perkys
+Basically for real
+Fuck her one time why buy purses (Yeah, let's go!)
+Basically for real
+Grow my hair back now she dick riding
+Basically for real (Basically for real)
+Cash her out 'cause she got a big ass
+Basically for real (Basically for real)
+Yo' block poppin' these niggas gon' switch sides
+Basically for real (Basically for real)
+Stay away from a fuck nigga yo' snitch ass
+
+[Verse 2]
+Basically, got yo' baby momma tasting me
+Sneak dissin' me tryin' come around that shit fake to me
+Basically, you be hatin' tryin' lace the weed
+For real for real basically, she tryin' suck my seeds
+For real for real money on yo' head tryin' duck these Gs
+You ain't no shooter tryin' slide OT tryin' say you a killer
+That little Frank Mueller, got the same watch but my shit bigger
+That FN with us, shoot they block up fuck them niggas
+Get yo' hair did, get yo' feet did
+Basically for real ain't tryin' get on no deep shit
+Basically a basic bitch be on some cheap shit
+She suck my dick bitch keep that blunt hoe you can keep it
+[Chorus: Lil Durk & Young Thug]
+Basically for real
+Dirty ass bitch can't get her hair did (Basically for real)
+Basically for real
+Bum ass bitch look better than her kids (Basically for real)
+Basically for real
+Fuck nigga tryin' hang around for the perkys
+Basically for real
+Fuck her one time why buy purses (Basically for real)
+Basically for real
+Grow my hair back now she dick riding (Basically for real)
+Basically for real
+Cash her out 'cause she got a big ass (Basically for real)
+Basically for real
+Yo' block poppin' these niggas gon' switch sides (Basically for real)
+Basically for real
+Stay away from a fuck nigga yo' snitch assEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Intro[Intro]
+The Voice, The Voice, The Voice, The Voice
+The Voice, The Voice, The Voice, The Voice
+The Voice, The Voice, The Voice, The Voice
+The Voice, The Voice, The Voice, The Voice
+Feel like I saved the streets
+TouchofTrent be wildin' with it
+
+[Verse 1]
+My cellie was twenty-three but he got ninety-six
+And he ain't even get caught for no murder, he was just movin' bricks
+And he be tryin' to talk to the female pilot whenever I'm on a jet
+He told me his best-friend told on him but I ain't wanna hear the rest
+See, the one that killed my blood, laying in blood, I can rest
+And I woke up in my feelings, feel like I drunk a pint of stress
+And I woke up, damn near slapped her shit, I blamed it on Tourette's
+And I love her ass to death, I hold my breath so I can't flex
+
+[Chorus]
+The Voice
+The Voice
+The Voice
+The Voice, The Voice, The Voice
+
+[Verse 2]
+I was devastated
+Spot 'em, got 'em, whenever I see him, this shit ain't premeditated
+Fell out with Wook, I say I dislike him but I'll never hate him
+We locked back in, we feel like zero, Jayson Tatum
+It's been a long, long time, been a long time since I seen her
+Talkin' 'bout my daughter, not a bitch 'cause that don't mean nothin'
+Gotta count my blessings, that's good karma like I ain't see it coming
+Gang fights in school, I still salute like I ain't see you runnin'
+And they'll watch you starvin', low income, low-key apartment
+I mean abandoned apartment, Glock with a switch when I aim at a target
+Audemars diamonds flawless, I'm the voice, honest
+(Mixed up in violence) I'm just being honest
+[Chorus]
+The Voice
+The Voice
+The Voice
+The Voice, The Voice, The Voice1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Live It Up[Chorus]
+Live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up
+You gotta live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up
+You gotta live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up
+I tell em live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up
+
+[Verse 1]
+Live it up, run up on him better give it up
+It's a stick up, 911 ain't pickin' up
+A nigga like me don't give no fuck
+All of my cars, all of my clothes, all of my hoes I got it
+Everything could be gone like magic
+I know a lot of niggas die for that fabric
+Pretend your nigga let it happen
+Whatchu' gon do?
+Eveytime I see you with a gun, is you gon' shoot?
+Too many niggas be hatin, too many niggas be fakin'
+But in these streets too many niggas won't make it
+Got killers in M.I.A I'm talkin' straight Jamaicans
+If you come through talkin' about bricks, my niggas a take it
+Them hiccups, the mac that I got a give you a face lift
+No Soulja Boy my shooters on deck, ain't even got to say shit
+Not a word not a sentence not a paragraph
+Broke ass niggas I hate they ass
+Straight 8 jeep boy I'm turning fast
+But all my niggas can't turn on them
+So imma live it up, live it up , live it up
+Sippin this lean go and get a cup, get a cup, get a cup, get a cup, get a cup
+For that price my niggas gon hit em up
+Lets get it!
+[Chorus]
+Live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up
+You gotta live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up
+You gotta live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up
+I tell em live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up
+
+[Verse 2]
+Imma street nigga wit all you need
+Books, bonds and lawyer fees
+Its just us no state over seas
+I'm gettin money over seas
+Now I gotta take care of all my niggas
+A lot of these niggas don't feed the killas
+For a G or two my young niggas go get him
+No boxer, wit this Tommy Hill Figure
+Live it up, betta turn down nigga
+You wit your niggas, go turn down witchu yall
+Like a smoker I can't turn down swisher
+'But if you get left, my nigga get switched up
+He ain't even know it, but I know that he switched up
+I know that he switched up, like juice did bishop
+Can't no nigga ever say I bitched up
+He tellin' I know it don't get it mixed up
+Now back to the blueprint
+I heard he got robbed and he ain't do shit
+And yall knew this?
+Pull up on the ghost on some spook shit
+We creep through the gangway
+Hands full of choppers and Ak's
+I hope you aim straight
+No Pac,  Brenda still having a bae bae
+So watch where you shoot
+[Chorus]
+Live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up
+You gotta live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up
+You gotta live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up
+I tell em live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up, live it up3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Stop Callin My Phone[Hook]
+Why they fucking tweakin', they calling my phone
+These niggas tweakin' bitches tweakin', they calling my phone
+See I ain't handing out no favors stop calling my phone
+You ain't my bitch or my connect I ain't picking up the phone
+Just leave me alone they steady calling, stop calling my phone
+These niggas looking for some work but don't call up my phone
+These bitches tweakin', they be tweakin' and calling my phone
+Everybody they be tweakin', they calling my phone
+
+[Verse 1]
+I ain't tweakin' I'm seeing them tweet
+Catch him in real life on folk them I'ma lead
+I got that call about my bro, I didn't wanna believe it (J. Money)
+I'm on a open case just a open case turned into a murder case, just in case it ain't safe lord pray for me
+I wonder for all my dirt, will he open them gates for me
+The streets ain't bringing no promises because I got faith in me
+Don't call me woofin'
+Only my bitch or my connect or a nigga bookin', niggas hatin' on me lookin (Nah)
+I'ma live today, tomorrow ain't promised
+I'm the hottest nigga out right now, I'm just being honest
+Don't call me everyday bugging me about no money
+Real nigga, I'm a real nigga and we keep it 100
+
+[Hook]
+[Verse 2]
+See these police out here tweakin', giving hella cases
+I hear you snitching, you in a better place
+These niggas knowin' me, put them in they place
+My niggas ride for my niggas, my niggas ride for me and I know that (Yeaa Yeaa)
+One thing about me I ain't going at all
+Real nigga, young nigga, I just want it all
+Like K.D. bitch I'mma ball
+Don't answer my phone if ain't about no money at all
+She got me tweakin'
+Dope I smoke, I swear to god it's reakin'
+I can't believe it (Nahh, 300)
+
+[Hook]2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Don’t Judge Me[Chorus]
+They be tryna judge me
+I thought that they loved me
+But they don't really know me
+Please don't judge me (don't judge), don't judge me (don't judge)
+They be tryna judge me
+They don't know my story
+Tell me why they hate me
+Don't judge me (don't judge me), don't judge me (don't judge me)
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Loyalty was the key to these street niggas (let's get it)
+Chains, cars, cribs, since a kid I used to think I was Meech nigga
+Starving, crib full of family I can't sleep without balling
+So I watch D Rose play (often)
+Aunty died from cancer so I rap to keep the laughs
+I'd rather pray when I'm alone than steady giving shit to pastors
+Daddy gone since I was in pampers, he get out when I'm a pimp
+Old and a dead man, hands still on the hammer
+Niggas talking 'bout they my mans and we friends
+Where you was you at when that man with that lanz offered me ten?
+Shackled up, with the niggas that we hit with the fan
+Eating shit that we gathered in blan
+President still black, I hope he change shit
+Niggas out here fifty, doing the same shit
+When he say he got my back it rain pit
+Don't judge me, I know the streets love me (yeah, talk to 'em)
+[Chorus]
+They be tryna judge me
+I thought that they loved me
+But they don't really know me
+Please don't judge me (don't judge), don't judge me (don't judge)
+They be tryna judge me
+They don't know my story
+Tell me why they hate me
+Don't judge me (don't judge me), don't judge me (don't judge me)
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+Dope dealers, cold killers, they want niggas told nigga
+Half them killers told on 'em, had my chopper and road with 'em
+My mouth close though, I can't snitch on a nigga
+Pillow talking to ops and hoes, bitch of a nigga
+Summer nights, all them drugs made me kill shit
+I lost so many niggas if they down I ain't feel shit
+Been on IG with my nigga, the feel rent
+Them niggas just made me, I kept it real with it and they ain't loyal though
+Mind of a psycho twelve posted on light poles
+Sold crack to the light though, going crazy I might though
+RIP who I cry to, hold my hands on my head cause I got to
+Yeah, I'm loyal nigga
+
+[Chorus]
+They be tryna judge me
+I thought that they loved me
+But they don't really know me
+Please don't judge me (don't judge), don't judge me (don't judge)
+They be tryna judge me
+They don't know my story
+Tell me why they hate me
+Don't judge me (don't judge me), don't judge me (don't judge me)24EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Preach[Verse 1]
+You would take a sip of that green, nah
+You'll hit the clean with the cut, yes
+Goofy smoke my weed, nah
+Your gun come with a beam, yes
+Alexander McQueen scarf
+Not for the drip, I cover the tats
+Might gotta shoot a nigga all in his back
+Nigga act like he a big dawg
+Everything he say out his mouth straight cap
+I call Von, he steer with the MAC
+I don't sip drink but I do miss Act'
+I know a young nigga that'll work this pack
+See him one time and he can't get a pass
+None of my shooters gon' put on a mask
+They gon' kill whoever they catch
+Nigga want gas, I'll put on a tax
+Nigga better run when that Hellcat scratch
+You can't come around, you don't boot up off x
+I can't come down, just give me my meds
+Only The Fam', ain't really got friends
+I spent two thousand on a pair of pants
+I'm real street, nigga, I need romance
+I told her come down, she don't suck with no hands
+Niggas ain't gang, they really be fans
+[Chorus]
+They say when I talk, sound like I preach
+They say they love when I talk to the streets
+If you not real, stop talkin' to me
+If you not trill, stop talkin' to me, woah
+'Posed to be my brother, woah
+Showed your true colors
+Niggas actin' like they for us
+But I thought we had each other, woah
+
+[Verse 2]
+We used to serve in the alley
+I talk to my pops on the tablet
+I fuck with the T's, they valid
+I fuck with the stones, they valid
+Prices lower than Cali'
+The flight's a thousand and somethin'
+But Ralo got caught on the private
+I hate all the cops with a passion
+Fast car, so I don't gotta stash it
+Too high, I keep bands near the glasses
+Bitch niggas, they make me the maddest
+I done seen niggas snitch on the status
+Killers slide in the night like Gladys
+From the hood where they flip off a mattress
+Where they light crack pipes for mattresses
+Where they try to put air in their baggies
+Where they'll try lower your standards
+Why you tryna get me on camera?
+Talkin' bout murders, I vanish
+And I want my plug to speak Spanish
+And I like my ho to be managed
+Where the feds did a sweep, it did damage
+Where the feds did a sweep, it did
+[Chorus]
+They say when I talk, sound like I preach
+They say they love when I talk to the streets
+If you not real, stop talkin' to me
+If you not trill, stop talkin' to me, woah
+'Posed to be my brother, woah
+Showed your true colors
+Niggas actin' like they for us
+But I thought we had each other, woahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+No Choice[Intro]
+"I feel good but I really came from nothing I came from the struggle I came from the gutter, you know what I'm sayin'? I came from a house of four, plus my momma and my grandmomma, no daddy you know what I'm sayin' daddy been gone so I ain't really have no choice but to be the man. I've been running the streets since I was 12, 13 years old. You know what I'm sayin' sellin' drugs, you know what I'm sayin' shootouts. I'm thinkin' it's like a good thing, but I'm stressing my momma, my grandmomma out so I ain't really have no choice but to move my family up out the hood, I ain't have no choice to leave Chicago and move to the A and get my own crib. 6, 7 bedrooms, you know what I'm sayin' mini mansion like it feel good to even start like that man. I ain't have no choic, went to jail 3, 4 times and had major setbacks. Get out of jail, it's a whole new wave. Every time, get out second time, it's a whole new wave so I ain't really have a chance but to really like catch up, you know what I'm sayin'? Give y'all this story, you know what I'm sayin' and I feel like by the end of the day, I gotta come out on top, you know what I'm sayin' 'cause all odds is against me, you know what I'm sayin'? Shit, I ain't really have no choice but to feed the streets."
+Love songs for the streets you know?
+Ay, when I picked the name they probably thought it was gonna be some R&B shit you know?
+Nah, I'ma just let it talk for real
+Let's get it!
+
+[Chorus]
+I promise 2017 I'ma be the best boy
+Can't fall, I gotta prevail can't be like the rest of 'em
+I took my city by storm I never asked for it
+I'm with the hustlers, them murderers and with them trap boys
+I ain't have no choice
+Hungry on them corners
+I ain't have no choice
+Young nigga with them birds
+I ain't have no choice
+Out here with them hustlers
+I ain't have no choice, ay
+I ain't have no choice, ay
+(Let's get it!)
+
+[Verse 1]
+I'm from the slum, hopin' to see some better days
+That low income, being less for the section 8
+Say what you want, makin' sure that my family straight
+One hit song, call the people want 100k
+Give me yo' pint and I'm bustin' it, we tried to finesse a nigga
+Sippin' these medicine, I'm tired of the stressin'
+I be really sittin' back thinkin' niggas fuck with me yeah I'm guessin' it
+It's indefinite
+I got a question in it
+You can't relate to my music, I don't want yo' credit
+Left my city, I went to yours, 'cause I gotta get it
+I'm a savage with fashion, this is not a gimmick
+I come from low-income I tell 'em I'm a menace
+(Let's get it!)
+[Chorus]
+I promise 2017 I'ma be the best boy
+Can't fall, I gotta prevail can't be like the rest of 'em
+I took my city by storm I never asked for it
+I'm with the hustlers, them murderers and with them trap boys
+I ain't have no choice
+Hungry on them corners
+I ain't have no choice
+Young nigga with them birds
+I ain't have no choice
+Out here with them hustlers
+I ain't have no choice, ay
+I ain't have no choice, ay
+(Let's get it!)
+
+[Verse 2]
+I love my sister to death her love ain't got no limit
+She say I got rich and left, she say I'm actin' different
+She said say no to them drugs, them 30s got me trippin'
+She say don't never sacrifice I told her that's for publicity
+I'm from the pound originally, I started singin' they mimic me
+How you gon' kill  her, you jittery
+Nuski's killer had his misery
+I had 10 cases in felony of Chicago 'cause I was holdin' a .40
+I've been snaked up by my own family, I've been tryin' to avoid it
+(Let's get it)
+Shit they better pray for me
+Tell my momma it ain't safe for me
+Bitch nigga get away from me
+Kill anybody got no sympathy
+[Chorus]
+I promise 2017 I'ma be the best boy
+Can't fall, I gotta prevail can't be like the rest of 'em
+I took my city by storm I never asked for it
+I'm with the hustlers, them murderers and with them trap boys
+I ain't have no choice
+Hungry on them corners
+I ain't have no choice
+Young nigga with them birds
+I ain't have no choice
+Out here with them hustlers
+I ain't have no choice, ay
+I ain't have no choice, ay
+(Let's get it!)
+
+[Outro: DJ Drama]
+Streets ain't a young nigga a choice
+Durk back at it!
+Showin' love for the streets
+DJ Drama!
+Feds wassup?2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Intro (I’m Still a Hitta)[Chorus]
+I can't fuck with ho niggas
+I can't fuck with niggas at all
+I can't fuck with sneak dissers
+I can't fuck with niggas at all
+I can't really trust bitches
+I can't trust these bitches at all
+I can't fuck with new niggas
+I can't fuck with niggas at all
+
+[Verse 1]
+I'm on that spot 'em, got 'em
+I'm popping up like drama
+I'm a poppa monster
+Big blunts ganja
+Money got hella commas
+Big mac protect me, I got hella ?
+Chiraq drillinois, OTF we them boys
+FTO killinois, I grew up bad as fuck
+Turn hitta by a choice
+Got up with 300 turned to jack boy
+Keep it don't lack boy
+30 and ain't scared
+I've been to plenty shootouts and nigga ain't dead
+RIP to the dead, my broski made the feds
+But niggas turned into pigs
+I made em eat the Sig
+RIP fuck a snitch, I'm dolo fuck a bitch
+I'm dirty, meaning I'm filthy rich, I'm 'bout it, meaning I'm in the shits
+I'm dirty, meaning I'm filthy rich, I'm 'bout it, meaning I'm in the shits
+L'zzz
+[Chorus]
+I can't fuck with ho niggas
+I can't fuck with niggas at all
+I can't fuck with sneak dissers
+I can't fuck with niggas at all
+I can't really trust bitches
+I can't trust these bitches at all
+I can't fuck with new niggas
+I can't fuck with niggas at all
+
+[Verse 2]
+Guns go off like base time, iPhone FaceTime
+Never tell, take time
+Life in jail, take mine
+I got a son can't waste time
+It's either  starve or J down, I grab the pipe and J down
+Trained to go I'm with that
+RIP to Tayski, when he was here he was getting that
+That boy my motivation, so I ain't with the chit chat
+2012 Benz truck, what nigga you know that did that
+Lil nigga in Chicago, bigger than happy big cats
+The streets be baking, all you niggas faking
+But Imma pop like bacon, because I'm hot as satan
+The realest in the making, one of the realest made it
+I got a lotta doubters, hoping that I don't make it
+L'z
+[Chorus]
+I can't fuck with ho niggas
+I can't fuck with niggas at all
+I can't fuck with sneak dissers
+I can't fuck with niggas at all
+I can't really trust bitches
+I can't trust these bitches at all
+I can't fuck with new niggas
+I can't fuck with niggas at allEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+When I Was Little[Verse 1]
+I'll fuck your bitch if she put it in
+And I just ran up a hundred bands
+Gave him my watch and he flooding it
+Nut in her face and she rub it in
+Niggas sippin' on the cutter ten
+Bitch I'm ballin' like Above the Rim
+See my face cost another ten
+Had a Ford, now I got a Benz
+Honda Accord, we was trappin' in
+See the stores they was runnin' in
+Snatch and grab, got my bitch a bag
+Eleven years, got nine in
+New generation dying fast
+Before the P's, had dime bags
+Pinky ring cost nine stacks, yeah
+You can't name a bitch that I ain't touch
+Now I'm Balmain rocking, came a long way from Von Dutch
+Multiply and crush, shout out to scammers
+Ain't no I in us, I'm too high to trust
+
+[Chorus]
+I was fucked up when I was little
+I ain't never had no money (let's get it)
+I was fucked up when I was little (was fucked up)
+Now I got a whole lot of hundreds (drugs)
+I didn't take drugs when I was little (turn up)
+Percocet sick to my stomach (get it)
+I got two beams, now you little (little)
+You already know how I'm comin' (ayy)
+I was fucked up when I was little (gang)
+I ain't never had no money (guns)
+I was fucked up when I was little (money)
+Now I got a whole lot of hundreds (shooters)
+I didn't take drugs when I was little
+Percocet sick to my stomach
+I got two beams, now you little (let's get it)
+You already know how I'm comin' (let's get it)
+[Verse 2]
+Yeah, I can litter you (turn up)
+Stay out them books, you political (let's get it)
+I can litter you (litter you)
+Bag on your head, get rid of you
+You told on the audio
+Nigga that's an interview
+Got drugs in Idaho
+Them'll come with chemicals
+My skin inky, smoke that stinky
+Don't drink that green shit, wedding ring my pinky
+My bitch she decent, she know I eat it
+She say I'm freaky, she know I'm geekin'
+New Prada, two straps
+Cough syrup, two caps
+My bank account, 21, 21
+That forty cal, 21, 21
+I fuck her, she 21, 21
+I got the pounds for, 21
+
+[Chorus]
+I was fucked up when I was little
+I ain't never had no money (let's get it)
+I was fucked up when I was little (was fucked up)
+Now I got a whole lot of hundreds (drugs)
+I didn't take drugs when I was little (turn up)
+Percocet sick to my stomach (get it)
+I got two beams, now you little (little)
+You already know how I'm comin' (ayy)
+I was fucked up when I was little (gang)
+I ain't never had no money (guns)
+I was fucked up when I was little (money)
+Now I got a whole lot of hundreds (shooters)
+I didn't take drugs when I was little
+Percocet sick to my stomach
+I got two beams, now you little (let's get it)
+You already know how I'm comin' (let's get it)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Resume[Intro]
+We sell liquid dope (gang!)
+The lean man online (Let's get it!)
+Damn...
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+I was deep in the field on this street shit
+Late night I was starving ain't eat shit
+Studio thinking hits, tryna get rich
+Hanging with a lot of niggas that was counterfeit
+I was too real tote a blue steel
+Had a deal, had a deagle
+No deal, I was breaking packs
+Had to feed and go kill, post till I had M's
+Then I had to go chill with a couple racks
+I'm a real man
+Studio 24 like a Laker fan
+Street shit, had to take it in
+War time out late I ain't take it in
+I had to make amends
+See you the red light
+Creep on you with the red light
+Strip a forty, getcha head right
+Homocide slide
+Ion't know nothing I was on the road doing shows so bye bye
+Well connected like Wifi
+Ion't know shit I can't tell on my guys
+Smoking on this spinach game, Popeye
+And my niggas do a drill
+Nigga up pipe call it show and tell
+Light a nigga brain like emmit till
+Do a drill, they for real, they'll kill
+Well I'm signed to the streets, yeah
+[Chorus]
+This street shit ain't for everybody (no, no, no,no,no)
+So I'm tell this shit to everybody (no, no, no,no,no)
+So stay in yo lane (stay in yo lane)
+You can't fit in with this crowd (nah)
+Whats yo resume nigga? (what's your resume?)
+You ain't no killer (you ain't no killer nigga)
+I'm asking what's your resume nigga? (what's your resume nigga?)
+I heard you ain't no killer (nah, nah, nah, nah)
+Who with this street shit?
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+We was hugging them corners
+Niggas snitching they informing
+Street shit was important
+Back then I couldn't afford it
+Yellow ice bitch stone Jeff Ford shit
+They see how he spending them forges
+Try to rob me, end up in a morgue place
+Or storage place with no face
+I'm talking 'bout I'ma hammer baking soda
+If the block dryy then I'm taking over
+Police they take it I'ma make it over
+Give me a brick and I'ma break it over
+You ready, I'm ready
+You with it, I'm with it
+Let's get it, you talk but don't get it
+Put D in that skillet
+I'm tryna get millions
+I'm tryna get rich
+Shit rich
+Talking drug money, blood money
+I love money, I wanna hug money
+Well I got that (let’s get it)
+Say I gotta when I got that
+I’m loyal to my niggas
+Out late night I be strollin' with my niggas (I just chill with my niggas)
+On them corners I be hustlin' with my niggas (I’m just hustlin' with my niggas)
+I'ma kill you if you fuck with my niggas
+(GANG, let’s get it)
+[Chorus]
+This street shit ain't for everybody (no, no, no,no,no)
+So I'm tell this shit to everybody (no, no, no,no,no)
+So stay in yo lane (stay in yo lane)
+You can't fit in with this crowd (nah)
+Whats yo resume nigga? (what's your resume?)
+You ain't no killer (you ain't no killer nigga)
+I'm asking what's your resume nigga? (what's your resume nigga?)
+I heard you ain't no killer (nah, nah, nah, nah)
+Who with this street shit?13EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Drug Party[Intro]
+Chopsquad DJ on the beat so it's a banger
+Let's get it, L
+You invited (ha,ha)
+
+[Chorus]
+We can take Xan baby in my party
+We can drink the lean baby in my party (aye)
+We can pour the liquor baby with some molly
+Up all night we can do it till the morning
+Welcome to my drug party, my drug party baby
+Welcome to my drug party, my drug party baby
+Welcome to my drug party, my drug party baby
+Welcome to my drug party, my drug party
+
+[Verse 1]
+I ain't a smoker baby you know i'm crazy
+I go in like poker baby this drink i'm taking
+Molly for the turn up baby, so turn up baby
+We do it to the sun up baby, so much up baby
+She can get a birkin baby, she perfect baby
+We can get a new Mercedes, she worth it baby
+I was born in 92' she a 80's baby
+I know that they hating baby cause i made it baby
+You can bring the drug, drug , drug
+Whatever you like (whatever you like)
+You can take a drug, drug, drug
+Whatever you like , baby
+Welcome to my drug party!
+[Chorus]
+We can take Xan baby in my party
+We can drink the lean baby in my party (aye)
+We can pour the liquor baby with some molly
+Up all night we can do it to the morning
+Welcome to my drug party, my drug party baby
+Welcome to my drug party, my drug party baby
+Welcome to my drug party, my drug party baby
+Welcome to my drug party, my drug party
+
+[Verse 2]
+Have a party celebrate us pour the liquor up
+Waste shit on me baby she gotta lick it up
+I want your friend now shawty know she thick ass fuck
+Im off the shits now so you know im quick to fuck
+The way that she do the Chanel
+The way that she look when she pop her a pill
+The way that i look when i pop me the seal
+The way that she look when i pull out the scale
+50 shots on me, the bar on me
+Uber put my card on it, its large money
+And plus my name ringing
+Drug party bring the drugs thats the main reason
+Baby welcome to my drug party!
+
+[Chorus]
+We can take Xan baby in my party
+We can drink the lean baby in my party (aye)
+We can pour the liquor baby with some molly
+Up all night we can do it to the morning
+Welcome to my drug party, my drug party baby
+Welcome to my drug party, my drug party baby
+Welcome to my drug party, my drug party baby
+Welcome to my drug party, my drug partyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Same Hood (STTS3)[Intro:]
+No snake can snake me
+Man I feel like I lived this life before
+Like I seen this shit happen
+
+[Chorus:]
+We ain't got the same blood
+We just brothers from the mud
+Grew up in the same hood, and the violence so fucked up
+A nigga can’t jugg
+We gone sleep around each other till we neighbors
+I'm just tryna wonder when this feeling in my pain stop
+How you say you love me you my brother but got my name up
+You must be crazy thinking I changed up
+I'd do anything, plus give my fame up
+You know I’ll give my fame up
+You know I will never change up
+You know I'm that dude but you let a lame fuck
+You know I'm that dude but you let a lame fuck
+
+[Verse 1:]
+When I be gone off the ecstasy, shorty she gone get the best of me
+And she know I be with killas, so family is not accepting me
+I nutted all in her and left I told her I got vasectomy
+Why them getting to @‘ing me?
+Said they catching me they stretching me
+Bronem be watching my back they know I be gone off the medicine
+My cousin had died on cam, the police got footage and edit it
+Big facts, on god, I can't get shit snatched
+Can't leave I need that get back
+Fuck shot I need you kidnapped
+Suprise that the Glock come get frown
+I tatted all my dead homies In my skin
+Foenem cracking them BOA's, they need yo pins
+Gulp a cup of my lean just to wash off my sins
+Made my tri-state hoes buy me all my timbs
+[Chorus:]
+We ain't got the same blood
+We just brothers from the mud
+Grew up in the same hood, and the violence so fucked up
+A nigga can't jugg
+We gone sleep around each other till we neighbors
+I’m just tryna wonder when this feeling in my pain stop
+How you say you love me you my brother but got my name up
+You must be crazy thinking I changed up
+I’d do anything, plus give my fame up
+You know I'll give my fame up
+You know I will never change up
+You know I’m that dude but you let a lame fuck
+You know I'm that dude but you let a lame fuck
+
+[Verse 2:]
+Yo homies say they on me, i be with killas and parolees
+Them niggas police, I know they name, bruh
+You be rapping about that trap but ain't never sold nothing
+I hold a grudge back in 09 you ain't let me hold nothing
+You cheat on me I swear I beat you like you stole something
+Pillow talking to these hoes, yeah you cold blooded
+How you follow me on the gram and you don’t like pics
+I fucked a bitch she like all girls she don't like dick
+Cum on my night sheets, they don't like this
+Bad bitch a Pisces, I keep a night stick
+I swear I'm at my nicest been through my crisis
+We not to be played with, they on they night shift
+Niggas try to stick me up, they can never show no love
+That petty shit let go I told you i ain't got no grudge
+I don't give a fuck I'm addicted to these drugs
+When I was down and gone them niggas ain't send me nothing
+Sip red, i ain't fucking with tussin'
+Wipe down, I'm bussin'
+Shoot first, you clutching
+You mad I pressed yo button
+You know we read yo mind, my niggas ain't ducking
+You know you play with mines ain't no discussion
+[Chorus:]
+We ain't got the same blood
+We just brothers from the mud
+Grew up in the same hood, and the violence so fucked up
+A nigga can't jugg
+We gone sleep around each other till we neighbors
+I'm just tryna wonder when this feeling in my pain stop
+How you say you love me you my brother but got my name up
+You must be crazy thinking I changed up
+I'd do anything, plus give my fame up
+You know I'll give my fame up
+You know I will never change up
+You know I'm that dude but you let a lame fuck
+You know I'm that dude but you let a lame fuckEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Ghetto (Grew Up)[Intro]
+Ghetto, yeah I grew up in the ghetto
+Let's get it
+L's
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+(I grew up like that)
+Nothing to eat, nowhere to sleep, nowhere to go
+People to meet, I'm from these streets
+(I grew up like that)
+Steady going to funerals, steady going to interviews
+Not going too far, so I stick to the wall
+(I grew up like that) I grew up in the ghetto
+Where niggas don't make it out like that
+(I grew up like that) I grew up in the ghetto
+Where my niggas don't make it out like that
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+I grew up with fam, I grew up with niggas that call me fam
+I grew up with niggas who snake they man
+I grew up with niggas who got in that jam
+I grew up with niggas doing life in the can
+War time, fighting for land
+But I grew up in the ghetto
+Times I ain't eat nun, go to school just to eat lunch
+No kid watching re-runs, wake up doing re-runs
+My momma, my opponent (let's get it)
+These millions I'm on it
+And I gotta eat nigga
+On the corners everyday with the lights out
+Walk in broad day with the pipes out
+Waking up middle night with the lights out
+So why these niggas faking?
+I pray to God that I make it
+I told my momma I can't take it (the ghetto)
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+(I grew up like that)
+Nothing to eat, nowhere to sleep, nowhere to go
+People to meet, I'm from these streets
+(I grew up like that)
+Steady going to funerals, steady going to interviews
+Not going too far, so I stick to the wall
+(I grew up like that) I grew up in the ghetto
+Where niggas don't make it out like that
+(I grew up like that) I grew up in the ghetto
+Where my niggas don't make it out like that
+[Verse 2: Hypno Carlito]
+C-C-Came up in the ghetto
+People tell me keep my head up my whole life
+If I didn't have nothing, I'm fed up
+B-B-Bitches out here, just shut up
+Rest in peace my lil shawty
+I promise I wish I could write you a letter
+And I miss you momma
+I cherish this life, because no one is promised tomorrow
+Pray to my father
+Lord forgive me for sins I committed
+But this is the way that we living
+Why can't no one see my vision?
+Remember the basement
+Remember my aunty would beat me because of the dishes
+Couldn't wait to get grown
+Say to myself when I make it I'm gone from you bitches
+[Bridge]
+Even though a nigga tryna make it out I still got love for the (ghetto x3)
+I can't change, I was raised in the (ghetto x3)
+Made me who I am and I love the (ghetto x3)
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+(I grew up like that)
+Nothing to eat, nowhere to sleep, nowhere to go
+People to meet, I'm from these streets
+(I grew up like that)
+Steady going to funerals, steady going to interviews
+Not going too far, so I stick to the wall
+(I grew up like that) I grew up in the ghetto
+Where niggas don't make it out like that
+(I grew up like that) I grew up in the ghetto
+Where my niggas don't make it out like that
+
+
+[Outro]
+(I grew up in the ghetto)
+Why they faking, why they faking?7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Outta Place[Verse 1]
+I caught my bitch in my feelings until my mans called
+With them killers in the city screaming "Redrum"
+Seen the opps and you ain't shoot, lil nigga you dead wrong
+You got mad at me through text but I think you read wrong
+I talk to my pops every day in the feds cause he got a cellphone
+I kiss my kids on the head every day cause I live in a hellhole
+I spent like 300 racks on my bitch, they said my head gone
+I salute niggas like Lil Charles, did nine, and still ain't tell none
+These niggas don't play with us, we said it and it's gon' get done
+Grew up in the hood, when I go to sleep I'm duckin' bedbugs
+Retaliate for Keef, he a folk cause he show mad love
+Sixteen and a killer with no ID, I send that cash out
+Fuck the other side, fuck the other side, fuck the other side
+I know you know you touch these golds, they take your soul
+If you ain't gang and you come around, we take your pole
+Know some famous hoes in my DM, I made them touch they toes
+Five'nem hit you five times with that Glock, that's cause they Moes (Stones)
+And we steady making all these packs, these niggas better check the score
+And we steady rolling up these opps, these niggas better check the score
+Boy, your diamonds so SI, you can't get cash for gold
+Limousine, stretch him, I can't wait 'til we catch him (Pack)
+Hellcat scratch him, spot him, got him
+Foenem got him, he gon' be dead
+I can't at him, he ain't no snake, so why he rattle?
+His ass a rat, I know he tattle
+I know day one's who was here for the battle
+[Chorus]
+Ah, oh, off these drugs, I can't feel my face
+When I'm 'round different niggas, I be feeling outta place
+And I'm over 17, I'll still take my brother case
+If I talk back to my old hoes, I feel like I'm outta place
+These Alexander McQueen shoes, I feel like I'm outta space
+If I take some that you ain't do, I feel like I'm outta place
+Outta place, outta place, outta place, outta place
+I'm outta place, outta place, outta place
+I feel I'm outta place
+
+[Verse 2]
+I told my main circle I got 'em
+Whatever it is, it really don't matter, I got 'em (Yeah)
+Three million cash for my next album, [?] cash do matter
+Doing good, but you could do better
+I feel off and turned to an addict
+I pick X pills over addy
+I send big love to my granny
+I fucked a hooper bitch in Miami
+I can't say her name cause that'd do damage
+I fucked eight times and I changed my number
+I would say the team but that'd be petty
+No handshakes, head nod
+Go to Iowa to get it off
+All the opps fanned out, every time they look up it's man down
+Put some money on my head, I'ma tell you right now go get it back
+You brought them lies to the people on the homicide but you spilled them facts
+Don't sit around me, they shot your homie, pussy got get him back
+Get him whacked, homicide
+We don't apologize, your street rep is denied
+Pussy told us slide, that's when he died
+Rocket launcher, Number-huh
+[Chorus]
+Ah, oh, off these drugs, I can't feel my face
+When I'm 'round different niggas, I be feeling outta place
+And I'm over 17, I'll still take my brother case
+If I talk back to my old hoes, I feel like I'm outta place
+These Alexander McQueen shoes, I feel like I'm outta space
+If I take some that you ain't do, I feel like I'm outta place
+Outta place, outta place, outta place, outta place
+I'm outta place, outta place, outta place
+I feel I'm outta placeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+More Bars (52 Bars Part 4)[Intro]
+Yeah, lets get it, I ain't fuckin' around
+Fuck these niggas, Niggas know how we ridin'
+Gang, OTF FTO!
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Wuk say he holdin' weight, call up Twin he hate to wait
+Bake 'em with the Eight, Ike wanna bake his face
+Shooter ain't no shooters, if they count they straight, what’s yo count?
+Sayin' BDK then watch yo' mouth
+Thirty shots go out [Rrraaa Rrraaa!]
+Why you hate on me? I taught you niggas how to bag a treat
+Turn up on these opps then bags some D, niggas woof at me
+Spreadin' these rumors talkin' 'bout, pussy I don't respond to goofies
+Police lookin', pulls a slicky, Murder scenes yo' block like movies
+Ain't no robbers in Chicago I never seen some boys tote Uzis
+Keep my gun, on my son, my niggas they one of one
+Nigga ain't no one on one, see them swing, I clutch that drum
+No one ain't no friend no more, these niggas hoes, these niggas done
+Niggas in my face be like
+"How you sign yo' deal and shit? Heard you left yo' block
+When you made that million quick"
+I ain't make a million, shit, you woulda seen a million bricks
+J-money was torchin' opps, ahh I hate the streets that took Lil Rob
+I just copped a brick of hard, These niggas soft, pussy fraud
+Askin' why they took Sheroid
+Gave an inch they took a yard, Ruler on my hip
+Beuller in this bitch
+'Cept our guns playin' all the music in this bitch
+Opps be on that Twitter war
+Stop, you ain't no hitta boy, stop, you ain't no killa boy
+All that shit a gimmick boy, All the opps, they trippin' boy
+Got the news trendin' boy
+Chiraq, Drillinois, go tell 'em, Killinois
+Autotune my raps now, every show, we strapped now
+They crazy, actin' like you bustin'
+You get clapped down, Bro dem got that mac now
+When we hear that Mac sound, boomerang van we do a hit
+And we come back 'round, all that talk and talkin' shit
+Men with that tucked Tony
+Two bangin cases on my momma, imma keep it on me
+Gotta watch my back for these snakes, cause the streets hold 'em
+Imma leave 'em in the back, by his self, then a nigga lonely
+[Outro]
+Fuck with my niggas man
+Imma go bar I don't need a hook
+I started this bar shit, feel me?
+Squad, squad12EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+L’s Anthem (Remix)[Hook]
+L's up for them hittaz
+Throw the L's up for them hittaz
+L's up for them hittaz
+Throw the L's up for them hittaz
+L-L-L-L-L-L's up for them hittaz
+Throw the L's up for them hittaz
+L's up for them hittaz
+Throw the L's up for them hittaz
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+L's up for them hitta niggas
+Got hitta niggas that a hit a nigga
+Check a bag with ten niggas
+We still hit cause we still them niggas
+Under pressure from the media
+Not knowing that we still some killers
+Throwin' L's, can't take a L cause alot of L's be swisher nigga
+Kay Kay still bussin', Tee Tee still bussin'
+Got a deal and my niggas here but I still can't trust'em
+Me ain't no duckin'
+These niggas ain't on nothing
+See alot of these niggas threats but I ain't worried about nothing
+L's
+
+[Hook]
+[Verse 2: French Montana]
+I woke up in some new punani
+Got that Cyrus and that Gwen Stefani
+Put God first then we get that money
+Broke my rear view, fuck who's behind me
+They ain't pray to God they to pray to Gotti
+Where I'm from you catch a lick or catch a body
+That's a 360 Rari Spider
+That white bitch brought me back like Tiger
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
+I'm higher than an astronaut, I'm off the shit I'm passin' out
+I don't know what they tellin' 'bout, wearing wires a get 'em got
+Where I'm from my niggas win, couple niggas that's gone for ten
+Couple guys that's R.I.P., niggas know that we get it in
+Life ain't no joke, nigga L's up for lil Mo, nigga
+Life ain't no joke, nigga L's up for lil Mo, nigga
+
+[Hook]9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Amber Alert[Chorus]
+What they sneak dissing 'bout? Got shooters to get 'em out
+For a feature from me, a nigga a get and gone
+My niggas killers, my niggas killers
+I'ma amber his ass and now niggas missing
+I'm talking amber alert, amber alert
+My shooters they shoot first I'm talking amber alert
+Where I'm from we get em gone I'm talking amber alert
+Not a nigga missing, talking amber alert
+
+[Verse 1 - Lil Durk ]
+Can't no nigga say Durk ain't never posted up
+Two gun cases, taking chances if the police come
+April 26, when they in that twenty-six
+No 52 bars, behind bars he 52 in that bitch
+I said street niggas strong like bleach nigga
+Forty turn a sweet nigga, caught a case and now a weak nigga
+The price is right, call Bob Barky off the speed nigga
+Nigga close to 'em, I'ma do 'em for that fee nigga
+$1500 on my Balenciagas
+Niggas mad at you, they in that jam you ain’t send em' nothing
+You lying in yo raps boy you be fronting
+A-Amber his ass like oh
+
+[Chorus]
+What they sneak dissing 'bout? Got shooters to get 'em out
+For a feature from me, a nigga a get and gone
+My niggas killers, my niggas killers
+I'ma amber his ass and now niggas missing
+I'm talking amber alert, amber alert
+My shooters they shoot first I'm talking amber alert
+Where I'm from we get em gone I'm talking amber alert
+Not a nigga missing, talking amber alert
+[Verse 2 - Lil Durk ]
+She just cancelled all my shows, cost my show money
+Niggas act like they got it, IG gon show money
+I spend it, can't die with it or I can't grow money
+Had millions, back in 93 ninety shows from me
+When I say bro in that cut I ain't just talking lyrics
+I got niggas thinking my shoes is on its period” (Red bottoms)
+I side with them and got them calling saying "I can't"
+Got my deal got these niggas in they feelings
+Put two bricks on 'em, he dead by six something
+How you hit that that lick and ain't get nothing?
+So quit stunting, just quit fronting
+I'm flexing and finessing I be shitting on 'em
+
+[Chorus]
+What they sneak dissing 'bout? Got shooters to get 'em out
+For a feature from me, a nigga a get and gone
+My niggas killers, my niggas killers
+I'ma amber his ass and now niggas missing
+I'm talking amber alert, amber alert
+My shooters they shoot first I'm talking amber alert
+Where I'm from we get em gone I'm talking amber alert
+Not a nigga missing, talking amber alert11EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+The One[Hook: Lil Durk & DeJ Loaf]
+I just want the money fuck the fame
+When we got together they couldn't believe it
+I want you for you so fuck a name
+Right up in their faces they ain't even see us
+I'm sippin' lean just to ease the pain
+Ride for each other let's call it even
+I wanna love don't be afraid
+We too real they can't beat us
+I know she's the one
+I know he's the one
+I know she's the one
+I know he's the one
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+I like her demeanor (Let's get it)
+Like French and Trina
+Like Nicki and Meek, like Drake and Serena (L's)
+Like Bobby and Whitney she havin' henny while I just be leanin' (drank)
+We can buy it like a snake, no TMZ, this other shit easy (Let's get it, L's)
+I'ma eat it like I'm 'posed to, stop actin' shy know you want to
+Teach me how to do it you my coach too (my coach too)
+And If you don't I'ma coach you (coach you)
+Let's hit the bar take more shots (more shots)
+Cut the phones off, take yo' clothes off
+Make sure the doors locked, eat it 'til you cum when yo' toes lock
+Had to put my ex on the block list, can't nobody hate can't stop this (can't stop this)
+Can't nobody hate we at the top of this (the top of this)
+And she look good when she topless
+Yeah, and she look good when she topless (yeah yea yea yea yea)
+I want this shit forever ever
+Don't want you to leave never
+No overseas 'cause I'ma felon (Let's get it)
+Can't get away baby
+OTF get it gang baby (gang gang)
+And you know they name chasin'
+And you know they fame chasin'
+Ain't no nigga like me
+[Hook: Lil Durk & DeJ Loaf]
+I just want the money fuck the fame
+When we got together they couldn't believe it
+I want you for you so fuck a name
+Right up in their faces they ain't even see us
+I'm sippin' lean just to ease the pain
+Ride for each other let's call it even
+I wanna love don't be afraid
+We too real they can't beat us
+I know she's the one
+I know he's the one
+I know she's the one
+I know he's the one
+
+[Verse 2: DeJ Loaf]
+I used to party all night, party all day
+Now I'm sittin' at home with you baby
+Tie me up got me chained
+Lazy love got me hate
+It's that real shit
+We step out this cuts
+He don't really like the cameras
+He don't wanna go to war
+He got me spoiled, hustlin' is his sport
+Had to play hard 'fore he got me
+He like when I play with my fingers
+It don't matter them new gold Huaraches
+He like how I sound like (?)
+He know I ain't in it for fame
+You know that I've really been poppin'
+I'm workin' real hard for my name (DeJ)
+I take on my cup and sit on his lap
+(?) them bitches starin' at us
+He here for a reason bitch stop tryin' to guess when he chillin' with me, ay bitch stop tryin' text
+This makeup apperance and that smile is tellin' me about yo' convo let me put you to rest
+I knew he was different he got his own check, a savage, all of them tats on yo' neck
+I had it, I ain't have to pay for it
+It's mine, I really put in leg work and so you want it
+I'ma make you beg for it, nigga please, give me what I asked for
+All of them hoes that you had they ain't got shit on me either
+And most of this niggas want the fame and they ain't own shit either
+[Hook: Lil Durk & DeJ Loaf]
+I just want the money fuck the fame
+When we got together they couldn't believe it
+I want you for you so fuck a name
+Right up in their faces they ain't even see us
+I'm sippin' lean just to ease the pain
+Ride for each other let's call it even
+I wanna love don't be afraid
+We too real they can't beat us
+I know she's the one
+I know he's the one
+I know she's the one
+I know he's the one
+
+[Outro: Lil Durk & DeJ Loaf]
+I just want the money fuck the fame
+When we got together they couldn't believe it
+I want you for you so fuck a name
+Right up in their faces they ain't even see us
+I'm sippin' lean just to ease the pain
+Ride for each other let's call it even
+I wanna love don't be afraid
+We too real they can't beat us
+I know she's the one
+I know he's the one
+I know she's the one
+I know he's the one1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+52 Bars Part 3Nigga hoes always talking pillow niggas
+Got some hittas runnin up that'll hit a nigga
+You ain't real, you ain't never been a drilling nigga
+Fuck the team nigga, I got my gang
+You a ho nigga, I got your chain
+Six shots if you mention my name
+The opps do it cuz the police the same
+These niggas giving out special things
+Pour it up slow it down for the lean heads
+All these niggas around me, they don't mean shit
+50/50 for a check you ain't bring shit
+War time back to back you ain't seen shit
+L's up, free the guys, we the team bitch
+OTF, 300, we the team bitch
+Ray Charles on the block, ain't seen shit7EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Jealous[Hook]
+Jealous, yeah, they jealous
+Jealous, my car got 'em
+I got 'em mad and jealous
+My wrist got 'em jealous
+My bank account, jealous
+I got 'em mad jealous
+I got them bitches jealous
+They is right now, jealous
+My Instagram, jealous
+And I go ham, jealous
+Got them niggas, jealous
+I got 'em mad jealous (x3)
+They jealous of me
+
+
+[Verse 1:]
+I just copped me a new watch and they jealous
+Fuck all that other shit my diamonds yellow
+Niggas is bitches I do keep that metal
+(Do keep that metal, that gun is on me right now)
+Only on Twitter when niggas be at you
+40 ruger shooter tell 'em I bless you
+You niggas ain't got more money then my left shoe (Margiela's)
+I tell 'em my niggas so turnt up (OTF my niggas)
+They'll burn yo' bridge it get burnt up
+I got a bad bitch she look like Tokyo
+Niggas wanna compete with me and know they broke
+Pull up in that phantom that cost a holy ghost
+Niggas be tweakin' with squad they.. (Bang!)
+
+[Hook]
+
+
+[Verse 2:]
+Instagram comments got them niggas hating, pussy
+Niggas I call friends be faking
+Niggas be tweakin they thought I wouldn't make it
+(But I made it right now)
+Fuck all these dirty hoes, these bitches basic
+Car all white they swear I was racist
+I can't be racist this 40 Jamaican (I'mma shoot it right now)
+Niggas is bitches, I turn up for what
+I just got a deal so I turn down for what
+Rondo caught a body I got up a lawyer
+Any lawyer call 'em I could afford 'em
+Niggas is fraud it's like they write for them
+Pull up in the ghost, on some Forgi's
+
+
+[Hook]10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Different[Hook]
+I done seen my homies sell dope to my homies motha
+I done see my homies sell dope to an undercover
+I done see you real niggas tell it all to undercover
+These niggas suppose to be my niggas claiming that we brothers
+I done had to open my eyes to em, they say we guys
+I done see who was gon' ride too
+See that's what made me different (x2)
+
+[Verse: 1]
+See im mad at these niggas today, more loyal than the niggas than last year
+If loyalty was the key, these niggas won't last here (Won't last here)
+And they lyin to em, Put my life on the line for 'em
+Studio 24 every night i gotta grind for 'em (let's get it)
+My momma had told me they don't love you (they don't love you)
+But I ain't Listen momma, I know these niggas ain't for you (I'm sorry momma)
+These niggas throwing L's like these niggas loyal
+When you was locked up they didn't pay for that lawyer
+Gettin nice jobs (Nice Jobs)
+Sneak dissing over bitches I call it backstab
+I Got that last laugh, Put em on top now
+I gotta keep going for my kids and I can't stop now
+
+[Hook]
+I done seen my homies sell dope to my homies momma
+I done see my homies sell dope to an undercover
+I done see you real niggas tell it all to undercover
+These niggas suppose to be my niggas claiming that we brothers
+I done have to open my eyes to em, they say we guys
+I done see who was gon' ride too
+See that's what made me different, See that's what made me different
+[Verse: 2]
+Don't bite the hand that feed you, these niggas that need you
+Some niggas need one head shot, some  niggas they need two
+They need them niggas, the same time they need you
+But I was all down till the lean talk for me like
+These niggas ain't real, im going in for the kill
+I've been that nigga before this deal (lets get it)
+I told my niggas I make a mill' (Yea)
+Sniff a opp, take 'em out
+Real to my niggas, never fake em out (Real niggas since day one)
+So many bricks I can make a house (Get bricks) (Get Bricks)
+And where I'm from you don't make it out
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro]
+If there ain't a ticket stamp on that motherfucka then we ain't fuckin' with it5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Act Like That[Intro]
+See people always remember
+When you ain't do nothing for them, they forget
+Forget the best thing you can do for them, you feel me
+So I just tell'em please don't act like act, no
+
+[Hook]
+All my niggas we the same
+Please don't act like that (3x)
+I tell my family I won't change
+Please don't act like that (3x)
+These niggas ain't gone feel my pain
+Please don't act like that (3x)
+I told lil momma make'em pay
+Please don't act like that (3x)
+
+[Verse 1]
+Remember I ain't have no money, remember I was a youngin'
+Remember I told my momma that I was out here thuggin'
+Just get kicks, you see
+My daddy copped whip & I copped plead
+And I can do what I want, take you on a shopping spree
+Caught my first case, you remember a nigga shot at me
+I'm out here night by night, ain't a real nigga in sight
+So I picked up me a mic, $200 a night
+Night by night, now that 10k got me right
+Fuck who did me wrong, it's only right
+I put it on my song, free my niggas lost alone
+I still got 100 on my phone
+I'ma real nigga til we on
+See the streets a never break me
+But I'm going crazy, I been feeling down lately
+Shoutout to the Chi cause that's who raised me
+[Hook]
+All my niggas we the same
+Please don't act like that (3x)
+I tell my family I won't change
+Please don't act like that (3x)
+These niggas ain't gone feel my pain
+Please don't act like that (3x)
+I told lil momma make'em pay
+Please don't act like that (3x)
+
+[Verse 2]
+I was robbing Jordan's, I was a juvenile so I ain't care
+See life wasn't important, I lost a couple niggas this year
+Auntie got cancer, granny gotta bad back
+But she carry the family, like ? don't know how to act
+Niggas claimin' we guys, nigga we ain't no guys
+Niggas leave you hanging, niggas snitch for lesser time
+Flexin' on'em, exercise
+Four chickens, extra fries
+Got the trap spot turning up, tryna flip some extra cash
+But my homie in a place, word got back
+Ion't know if it's true but I'm on his ass
+I live that life, my life is a blast
+I keep my gun so I blow the pack
+Future reference, I'm the future
+Please don't test me, I'll shoot ya
+Yo life a blooper
+Shoutout to the real, I salute ya
+[Hook]
+All my niggas we the same
+Please don't act like that (3x)
+I tell my family I won't change
+Please don't act like that (3x)
+These niggas ain't gone feel my pain
+Please don't act like that (3x)
+I told lil momma make'em pay
+Please don't act like that (3x)
+
+[Outro]
+Please don't act like that (12x)6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+She Just Wanna[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
+Chopsquad
+Count up with a boss, I hope she's worth it, ooh yeah, ooh yeah
+She just wanna count up with a boss
+
+[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
+She know where I'm from, she wanna rep it now (She rep it now)
+She just wanna count up with a boss, I hope she's worth it
+I hope she's worth it, I hate wastin' time
+This the truth, I ain't got time for lies, no, no, no, no
+She just wanna, she just wanna love a thug
+I can't love you, sorry, I'm in love with money
+She just wanna, she just wanna love a thug
+But I can't love you, baby, I'm in love with money
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+I do not fuck with no basic hoes
+Talk about bands, I play with those
+I got 'em, I got 'em, I got 'em, I got 'em
+Lil Durk is not chasin' hoes
+Bougie bitches my favorite hoes
+Louis up for my staple hoes
+All dick for unable hoes
+Sippin' lean with my maple hoes
+Moncler for the winter
+Balmain for the dinner
+I need twelve how I spend it
+Now you mad, Vic Mensa
+Ain't nobody perfect
+Bring her home to my mama now
+Ain't nobody worth it
+I am who they worship
+You ain't better than my worst shit
+What you tell them?
+And I like the way she work it
+What you tell them?
+Way that she twerkin'
+Lil' mama, she good and she perfect
+I gave you my number, so work it
+Yeah, yeah
+[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
+She know where I'm from, she wanna rep it now (Rep it now)
+She just wanna count up with a boss, I hope she's worth it
+I hope she's worth it, I hate wastin' time
+This the truth, I ain't got time for lies, no, no, no, no
+She just wanna, she just wanna love a thug
+I can't love you, sorry, I'm in love with money
+She just wanna, she just wanna love a thug
+But I can't love you, baby, I'm in love with money
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+I love my money too much
+These bitches be on me too much
+Just copped me a foreign in two months
+They know Durk doin' too much
+Summer time, roof up
+Head like a tutor
+Off the molly, bood up (Bood up)
+Real nigga, fool none (Let's get it)
+Basic is not an option
+Even when I was not poppin'
+Check the grammar, hot topic (Damn)
+You reside here, thottie (Yeah)
+She real, she trill
+She don't get down, how she live
+She been through jail and all
+And shawty did not tell
+Ooh, ayy, that's my baby, yeah, she worth it
+Ooh, that's my baby, yeah, she worth it
+[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
+She know where I'm from, she wanna rep it now (She rep it now)
+She just wanna count up with a boss, I hope she's worth it
+I hope she's worth it, I hate wastin' time
+This the truth, I ain't got time for lies, no, no, no, no
+She just wanna, she just wanna love a thug
+I can't love you, sorry, I'm in love with money
+She just wanna, she just wanna love a thug
+But I can't love you, baby, I'm in love with money5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Good Good[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+She tellin' me she want me, want me, want me, want me, want me
+You call me then I'm on it, on it, on it, on it, on it
+She say [?] don't be so phony, phony, phony, phony, phony
+Put that pussy over that money, money, money, money, money
+I know she got that good, good, good, good, good, good
+With me she know she good, good, good, good, good, good
+Put a ring on it if I could, could, could, could, could, could
+I just want my name on it, I just want my name on it
+I just want my name on it
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+I don't wanna a basic bitch, I don't care where she is
+Asking for anything, I don't let her wait for shit
+Talk as little as a pump, I give a fuck just to get over her
+Hoes in the past, can't get over them
+Fuck her once, I'm Kanye and Kim
+I put my tongue, I'ma swirl in it
+Time of the month came opposite of early
+You ever see the bitch
+Lay her down, eat her shit
+Turn her over, beat her shit
+Put my name on her, I'ma pray on it
+She say she gon' ride for me
+Take a case and die for me
+Bonnie and Clyde and ride for me
+And I know that she love me
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+She tellin' me she want me, want me, want me, want me, want me
+You call me then I'm on it, on it, on it, on it, on it
+She say [?] don't be so phony, phony, phony, phony, phony
+Put that pussy over that money, money, money, money, money
+I know she got that good, good, good, good, good, good
+With me she know she good, good, good, good, good, good
+Put a ring on it if I could, could, could, could, could, could
+I just want my name on it, I just want my name on it
+I just want my name on it
+
+[Verse 2: DeJ Loaf]
+I'ma put my name on him, that's that D-E-J
+Stop playin' with that bitch, I ain't with them games
+Girl pussy, yeah I put it all over your face
+69, yeah, that's how we make
+We off that lean I got this nigga wide awake
+All these fifties, all these hundreds, I'ma give away
+How you got a family, and I don't feel ashamed
+You know what you was doin', you know we felt the same
+You know we felt the same
+You know we felt the same
+I got that good good
+I said I got that good good
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+She tellin' me she want me, want me, want me, want me, want me
+You call me then I'm on it, on it, on it, on it, on it
+She say [?] don't be so phony, phony, phony, phony, phony
+Put that pussy over that money, money, money, money, money
+I know she got that good, good, good, good, good, good
+With me she know she good, good, good, good, good, good
+Put a ring on it if I could, could, could, could, could, could
+I just want my name on it, I just want my name on it
+I just want my name on it
+[Verse 3: Kid Ink]
+Cause I know you got that good good, but you know you're such a bad bitch
+I can't help myself but look when, you make that ass backflip
+I smack that, on some next shit, got a nigga fiending on some crack shit
+In a bikini in Pacsun, you too good, you must practice
+All of the moves, hittin' a nigga with combos up in the condo
+To tell you the truth, the pussy so good, feel like I ain't wearin' a condom
+Scratch your head down, after tonight, you're gonna have to hit the salona
+I swear every time you feel like a virgin again, you must be Madonna
+Feel like a sauna, we done got the hot box goin'
+Shawty such a freak she don't never keep her socks on
+Buck naked, said that body so amazin'
+Keep a secret like a mason, how you move it like you make it
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+She tellin' me she want me, want me, want me, want me, want me
+You call me then I'm on it, on it, on it, on it, on it
+She say [?] don't be so phony, phony, phony, phony, phony
+Put that pussy over that money, money, money, money, money
+I know she got that good, good, good, good, good, good
+With me she know she good, good, good, good, good, good
+Put a ring on it if I could, could, could, could, could, could
+I just want my name on it, I just want my name on it
+I just want my name on it1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+XXL Freshman Freestyle[Verse]
+Mama raised me DOLO, all I know is YOLO
+I came from USPA to rockin' regular Polo
+TEC-9's to JoJo's, to bezels that got four rolls
+Hoppin' out of four doors, shoot up a party ASAP
+Hated schools stay strapped
+I can't say I hate rap
+Nights I had to play that
+Just so I'd have somewhere to lay at
+2 sisters, 1 brother, 4 empty rooms, no cover
+[?] car cut short, she sold it for some G money
+I'm here everyday with my niggas claimin' 300
+Jam lock, Tim lock, Law Lock, 40 lock
+More ops and more op thats why I can't keep my 40 Glock
+Felon below [?]
+But I carry anyway
+Learn lesson, learn life
+Realest them have shot at me
+Snitchin' didn't apply to me
+Kept it closed happily
+[?] doin' good, [?] doin good
+Twin totin' on parole he still in the hood
+[?] sayin' since day one still up to no good
+Nuski got the strap still will burn you like some wood
+My daddy went down for the set we beef with now
+I respect my hundred grand but I'm in the streets now
+My motto is my motto i'm playin' for keeps now
+Its body for a body
+You send shots we send em back
+Time for my first case, your lady got sent back
+They say I'm startin' violence, say I'm promotin' violence
+They talked about Jesus so, me I kept it quiet
+The jungle with the snakes, I see threats but I'm a lion
+These real rap niggas rap real but they be lyin'
+And Imma keep it 3006EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Jack Boys[Intro: Lil Durk]
+I affiliate my self with real niggas
+Y'all ain't know that did y'all
+Y'all got to though
+You hear me
+Everybody got squares in they circle
+Kicked all ours out though you know
+
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+Ayy, what's up with them shootas
+Shout out to them niggas that's gon do ya
+Ayy, what's up with them real niggas
+Shout out to them niggas in the field nigga
+Jack boys, jack boys
+You play with my niggas and they gon
+Jack boys, jack boys, jack boys
+My niggas they killas and they gon
+Jack boys
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Ayy, in that choppa Frank Lucas
+Ayy, shout out to my shootas
+Ayy, my niggas they so ruthless
+Ayy, don't run up got a Ruger
+Ayy, my Rollie match my Cubans
+Ayy, my new lil bitch is Cuban
+Ayy, designer
+Ayy, I dream in my designer
+Ayy, fuck all the dead opps
+Ayy, shout out to that head shot
+Ayy, I a-a-ain't scared y'all
+Ayy, free my niggas from the Feds y'all
+Ayy, niggas hate on me and shit
+Ayy, I be sellin' that D and shit
+Ayy, your bitch fuckin' on me and shit
+Ayy, why y'all mad at me and shit
+Lets get it
+[Hook]
+Ayy, what's up with them shootas
+Shout out to them niggas that's gon do ya
+Ayy, what's up with them real niggas
+Shout out to them niggas in the field nigga
+Jack boys, jack boys
+You play with my niggas and they gon
+Jack boys, jack boys, jack boys
+My niggas they killas and they gon
+Jack boys
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Reese]
+My niggas they killas and they some jack boys
+Don’t call my phone for a feature, I text you know it
+Stalking bitch up on my line
+I had to press ignore
+Ridin’ round with the slammer
+I’m never paranoid
+On papers and I still tote that
+You know it
+Most my niggas out on bond
+And we ain't paranoid
+If you up it and you got it
+Then you bout to blow it
+And we don't fall out for no bitches
+Cuz they all goin'
+Got them fifties and them hundreds
+For my jack boys
+Threw them fifties and them hundreds
+Where my jack boys
+Ayy, and he say he a shoota
+But ayy, Lil Durk What's up with them shootas
+[Hook]
+Ayy, what's up with them shootas
+Shout out to them niggas that's gon do ya
+Ayy, what's up with them real niggas
+Shout out to them niggas in the field nigga
+Jack boys, jack boys
+You play with my niggas and they gon
+Jack boys, jack boys, jack boys
+My niggas they killas and they gon
+Jack boys6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Astronomical[Intro]
+808 Mafia
+Ayy, we gon' switch it up a lil' bit
+Ayy, we doin' all high speed
+Talkin' 'bout that skrrt, know what I'm sayin'?
+Turn up, turn up
+
+[Verse]
+Can fuck on any bitch I want 'cause I'm conceited
+At this point, I want the drugs, they really know I need it
+Get it low from the plug then I take it back to get remixed
+Steady runnin' off on your plug, you know that ain't no street shit
+Ridin' 'round with a hundred racks sittin' on me
+Ridin' 'round through the whole city by my lonely
+I don't ride around with different niggas, just my homies (Facts)
+Ridin' 'round got them drugs stashed 'cause they on me (Turn up)
+You told me don't come with ratchet (Fuck that)
+Police come, I'ma stash it
+Ride around, servin' them Xannies
+Half of my homies addicts
+The check gon' bounce, you cash it (Yeah)
+You let a scammer crack it (Scammer)
+She'll let me get in her panties (Panties)
+Ran from the jakes from the bando (Yeah)
+I was down broke to the canvas
+Bring me a stick when I'm landin' (Let's go)
+Back from Cali with samples
+First class with a couple of bandits (You know)
+I don't know how to panic
+Will I shoot that Glock, I'm frantic
+You don't got it, I got it
+Thats just part of my savage
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, addicted to medication
+I'm not a demonstration (No, no)
+Designer for all my ladies (Big drip)
+And you be fresh on occasions (Yeah)
+I lick the Perc off her navel (Yeah)
+One of my hoes ain't stable (Yeah)
+She loyal, so you know I pay you
+Mouth open, I give you a facial
+I decided to sign with a label
+A lot of these niggas ungrateful
+You like youngin' with no label
+I'm leanin', I'm leanin', I'm leanin', I'm leanin', I'm leanin', I'm leanin'
+Say I'm leanin', I'm leanin', I'm leanin', I'm leanin', I'm leanin', I'm leanin'
+Fuck it, put your head back, drink this semen
+Fuck it, if you don't swallow, you gotta clean it
+Fuck it, like my gas musty, thats that gas, dummy
+Gotta keep them bags comin'
+Whole pill, no half of it
+No pills, I act stubborn
+Gotta do the dash on it
+Fucked up my last apartment (Turn up)
+Far from the back, it farted
+Went to a show in New Orleans
+She wanna party with Bardi
+Pardon the body (Yeah)
+Won't say sorry (Sorry)
+I love you hardly (Hardly)
+I love you barely (Barely)
+Shorty shoot like Jerry
+You rockin' them fake Amiri's
+How niggas gonna take you seriously?
+My shorty got booked for delivery
+That cancer eatin' his kidney
+My goal is road to riches
+His goal, to roll a Bentley
+His case, they hold him in it
+And he been gone a minute, yeah
+[Outro]
+This mothafucka goin' onEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+We Dem Niggas[Hook: Lil Durk]
+Talking like your ass wanna die today, Gang
+Talking like you want to get shot today, Gang
+Moving like we do we on the block today, Gang
+Niggas and cluth choppas and lots dead, Gang
+We just getting money we going to feed the killas
+We don't raise rats we just breed the killas
+Way before rap bitch we been dem niggas
+Yeah yeah yeah
+Bring home dem niggas
+Bring home dem niggas
+Bring home dem niggas
+Bring home dem niggas
+Bring home dem niggas
+Bring home dem niggas
+Bring home dem niggas
+Bring home dem niggas
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Bring Cdai home, Free numba 9, aye
+He got 38 and he got 39, aye
+These is not your calls, they can't claim mine, aye
+20 on the ring I feel like James now, aye
+Opps want me dead 'n shit
+My homie went fed 'n shit
+Codeine for the medicine
+Cop bricks from the Mexicans
+My new watch a Skydweller
+No need for no extra shit
+Bitches want me now but I don't check my messages
+Messages I had to change
+Money just to vibe with fame
+Shooters everywhere like Uber
+Nuski dead can't hide the pain
+My niggas get fed the same
+We hoping for better days
+Gang Gang Gang Gang
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+Talking like your ass wanna die today, Gang
+Talking like you want to get shot today, Gang
+Moving like we do we on the block today, Gang
+Niggas and cluth choppas and lots dead, Gang
+We just getting money we going to feed the killas
+We don't raise rats we just breed the killas
+Way before rap bitch we been dem niggas
+Yeah yeah yeah
+Bring home dem niggas
+Bring home dem niggas
+Bring home dem niggas
+Bring home dem niggas
+Bring home dem niggas
+Bring home dem niggas
+Bring home dem niggas
+Bring home dem niggas
+
+[Verse 2: Mozzy]
+Talking like yo' ass wanna die today, gang gang
+We gon' press the issue off la la, gang bang
+SK the Bay shit I been going yay yay
+Michael Jordan on 'em turn around with that fade away
+I be counting guala til my fingers hurting
+20 bands in Yeezys thats a easy purchase
+20 bands in 20s this all came from verses
+These niggas get a high when they paper surface
+Bet not hit him in his thighs when you aim the squirter
+'Fore we was really off the porch knew it came with murder
+You know I bang them murders, participate in murders
+Now that my paper straight my youngins getting paid to murder
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+Talking like your ass wanna die today, Gang
+Talking like you want to get shot today, Gang
+Moving like we do we on the block today, Gang
+Niggas and cluth choppas and lots dead, Gang
+We just getting money we going to feed the killas
+We don't raise rats we just breed the killas
+Way before rap bitch we been dem niggas
+Yeah yeah yeah
+Bring home dem niggas
+Bring home dem niggas
+Bring home dem niggas
+Bring home dem niggas
+Bring home dem niggas
+Bring home dem niggas
+Bring home dem niggas
+Bring home dem niggas
+
+[Verse 3: OTF Ikey]
+I talk to Zoo, I talk to Diddy, I talk to Nine
+Free all them real niggas out that fucking jail
+I can't believe they gave nine 39
+Niggas out here talking writing statements on they mans
+I ain't never been no police ass nigga
+I did my dirt but I kept my mouth shut
+Bitch I'm Nuski Gang you know we hard body
+Yeah I'm Money Gang bitch I'm doing the money walk
+Balmains with the wings with my Louis belt
+Yea my rings shining yea them bitches dancing
+Talking like his ass wanna die today
+20 raining got that 50 at his face
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+Talking like your ass wanna die today, Gang
+Talking like you want to get shot today, Gang
+Moving like we do we on the block today, Gang
+Niggas and cluth choppas and lots dead, Gang
+We just getting money we going to feed the killas
+We don't raise rats we just breed the killas
+Way before rap bitch we been dem niggas
+Yeah yeah yeah
+Bring home dem niggas
+Bring home dem niggas
+Bring home dem niggas
+Bring home dem niggas
+Bring home dem niggas
+Bring home dem niggas
+Bring home dem niggas
+Bring home dem niggasEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Goofy[Intro: Future]
+Southside
+Yeah, Super
+Yeah, what we doin'?
+
+[Chorus: Future]
+Only the family involved
+I don't fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies
+I don't fuck with none of you goofy, goofies
+Only the family involved
+I don't fuck with none of these  goofy, goofy, goofies
+I don't fuck with none of you goofy, goofies
+Young nigga thought I was trippin'
+Had to cut 'em off 'cause you wasn't gettin' no money
+Young nigga thought I was trippin'
+Had to cut it off 'cause you wasn't catching no homis
+Shit, I bought the goon from Russia
+Shit, I bought the goon from Russia
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Took the string off the MAC, you a goofy
+Switch up for some pussy, you coochie (Lean)
+How you bad and boujee? (Bitch)
+No car, no house, lil' bitch you goofy (Goofy)
+I wouldn't mind fuckin' in the coupe (In the coupe)
+I wouldn't mind fuckin', no groupies (No groupies)
+I wouldn't mind fuckin' with goofies (Lame)
+Send his ass off he a goofy (Pussy)
+Left his ass stretched on the stretcher (Gooofy)
+Fucked the bitch left her in the huncho (Groupie)
+Lamborghini price go skrt skrt
+Young nigga caught a body got right out
+In my neighborhood I'm like Tookie (6-0)
+Set it off, boozie
+Your jewelry gang, foofy (Fake!)
+You thinking we goofy we hop out and shoot
+[Chorus: Future]
+Only the family involved
+I don't fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies
+I don't fuck with none of you goofy, goofies
+Only the family involved
+I don't fuck with none of these  goofy, goofy, goofies
+I don't fuck with none of you goofy, goofies
+Young nigga thought I was trippin'
+Had to cut 'em off 'cause you wasn't gettin' no money
+Young nigga thought I was trippin'
+Had to cut it off 'cause you wasn't catching no hundreds
+Shit, I bought the goon from Russia
+Shit, I bought the goon from Russia
+
+[Verse 2: Jeezy]
+Coupe from Italy though
+I got two of them Rollies
+That mean I'm goin' to Boosie
+All that dick ridin', no lyin'
+Don't know if they're gangstas or groupies
+I can't give a fuck 'bout these niggas
+Def ain't textin' these hoes
+Sleep with a million in cash
+Them my relationship goals
+I'm on the phone with a sheik
+I'm tryna cop me some gems
+I'm in the coupe with a mink
+I'm ridin' facto the rims
+D.A. know who I am
+Galore is I don't give a damn
+Open my top like a clam
+Bentley as white as them grams
+[Chorus: Future]
+Only the family involved
+I don't fuck with none of these goofy, goofy, goofies
+I don't fuck with none of you goofy, goofies
+Only the family involved
+I don't fuck with none of these  goofy, goofy, goofies
+I don't fuck with none of you goofy, goofies
+Young nigga thought I was trippin'
+Had to cut 'em off 'cause you wasn't gettin' no money
+Young nigga thought I was trippin'
+Had to cut it off 'cause you wasn't catching no hundreds
+Shit, I bought the goon from Russia
+Shit, I bought the goon from Russia1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Hated on Me[Intro: Lil Durk]
+Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
+Yeah
+Ride the fuckin' wave (808 Mafia)
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk & Future]
+I be tired of niggas tryna ride the fuckin' wave
+I done put some niggas on they feet around the way
+I done put some millions in the trap around the way
+I done did so much, I make 'em feel some type of way
+I want it all, I want it all
+For me and my dogs, so we can ball
+You see this drip, it's drippin' on me
+You see this clip, it's hangin' on me
+Pour up the lean, they hated on me
+Pour up the lean, they hated on me
+
+[Verse 1: Future]
+I run the check through machines now
+I ride around with machine guns
+I put a check on a ching chong
+Hold up, lil' nigga, I'm King Kong
+I go to sleep with the hammer
+Fuck watchin' the TV, I'm watchin' the camera
+I'm paranoid, higher than a hawk
+You broke and it ain't my fault
+I need it all, I told ya dog, I been 'round the atlas
+I'm gutta forever, I fuck on a thot, then go fuck an actress
+Let me find out you been lyin' about all of the shit that you say in your raps
+I put the hood on the map
+I put the hood on the map
+My young nigga just caught a double
+They tryna give him the chair
+They tryna give him the chair
+[Chorus Lil Durk & Future]
+I be tired of niggas tryna ride the fuckin' wave
+I done put some niggas on they feet around the way
+I done put some millions in the trap around the way
+I done did so much, I make 'em feel some type of way
+I want it all, I want it all
+For me and my dogs, so we can ball
+You see this drip, it's drippin' on me
+You see this clip, it's hangin' on me
+Pour up the lean, they hated on me
+Pour up the lean, they hated on me
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+Block nigga
+War time, keep a Glock with him
+Future Biggie, I'm Pac, nigga
+Drop a bar in the pop, nigga
+Appeal money, free ahk, nigga
+I love designer, no rap, nigga
+Diamonds water like tap, nigga (Water)
+Feds listen, they tap, nigga (What?)
+No green, just Act', nigga (Drank)
+Never got shot, but I put that pole to work
+Chopper got a kickback and I hope it's sure to work (Boom, boom)
+Young killers fifteen and you know I mold 'em first
+Free 22, 38, the state had told 'em first
+Spot 'em, got 'em, yeah, yeah
+I'm a problem, yeah, yeah
+It's my city, hell yeah
+And my killers ain't playin' here
+[Chorus: Lil Durk & Future]
+I be tired of niggas tryna ride the fuckin' wave
+I done put some niggas on they feet around the way
+I done put some millions in the trap around the way
+I done did so much, I make 'em feel some type of way
+I want it all, I want it all
+For me and my dogs, so we can ball
+You see this drip, it's drippin' on me
+You see this clip, it's hangin' on me
+Pour up the lean, they hated on me
+Pour up the lean, they hated on me4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Street Nigga[Chorus]
+For my kids, I'll shoot a nigga
+Can't name a nigga realer
+Man in the system they'll lose them niggas
+You a 2015 killer
+Man I told you I'm a street nigga
+Get money with my street niggas
+I ain't never been a leech nigga
+Pick up my gun I'm in these streets nigga
+
+[Verse]
+Album drop, album hot, 30K Bentley flop
+Album number two in the country and they got me high
+Yeah cause I can’t depend on these niggas
+They sell their soul for weed nigga
+Get caught for a body do weeks nigga
+When I'm around don't speak nigga
+You a leech nigga
+Remember them days no sleep nigga
+I was in town I just had nowhere to sleep nigga
+Mama told me I was gifted
+Don't sit on your ass and go get it
+Daddy still locked up, boddies still pop up
+Renny bring the Glocks up watch him pop roc up
+Never went to school, I'm a block nigga
+'Fore Bobby I was a hard nigga
+Wack a P.O I drop nigga
+FN Black were the cop killers
+And I've been on my own, never been the type to call niggas
+I'ma ball nigga
+And they pray on my down fall nigga
+[Chorus]
+For my kids, I'll shoot a nigga
+Can't name a nigga realer
+Man in the system they'll lose them niggas
+You a 2015 killer
+Man I told you I'm a street nigga
+Get money with my street niggas
+I ain't never been a leech nigga
+Pick up my gun I'm in these streets niggaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Disappearing[Chorus]
+My goons finessing, gotta go and get it
+I pull up reckless, then I'm disappearing
+Assult My Tribe, you get fifty chickens
+The feds listening, tryna' go and get it
+I'm disappearing, I'm disappearing
+I gotta get low, bitch I'm disappearing
+I'm disappearing, I'm disappearing
+I gotta get ghost, bitch I'm disappearing
+
+[Verse 1]
+Police niggas trying to raid the trap
+They say this violence come back from rap
+They say we the reason that Chicago's strapped
+No water but the feds got us tap
+Selling bricks, yeah we selling bricks
+Nailing niggas, they telling shit
+Get caught in a jam, don't tell 'em shit
+Don't panic, they be lying, trying to rail you quick
+White Porsche, got it off that coke
+We barbeque niggas, they don't want no smoke
+Pepsi, Sprite, pour up a four
+Feds coming, then I gotta get ghost
+Let's get it
+
+[Chorus]
+My goons finessing, gotta go and get it
+I pull up reckless, then I'm disappearing
+Assult My Tribe, you get fifty chickens
+The feds listening, tryna' go and get it
+I'm disappearing, I'm disappearing
+I gotta get low, bitch I'm disappearing
+I'm disappearing, I'm disappearing
+I gotta get ghost, bitch I'm disappearing
+
+[Verse 2]
+We robbing, stay mobbing, no Gucci
+Run up on me, I'mma treat him like a goofy
+Two g's on me, that's Gucci
+Clips like movies, I stay with that Uzi
+In the field nigga, where we send shots
+Real nigga, we taking blocks
+Ready war, can't take a loss
+Real friends, they turn to op's
+Gun sound, oh let's do it
+Brosky in the cut, he the one that's shootin'
+Mac could hit him, R.I.P. I shoot him
+Gotta get ghost on the feds, cause the feds they choosin'
+
+[Chorus]
+My goons finessing, gotta go and get it
+I pull up reckless, then I'm disappearing
+Assult My Tribe, you get fifty chickens
+The feds listening, tryna' go and get it
+I'm disappearing, I'm disappearing
+I gotta get low, bitch I'm disappearing
+I'm disappearing, I'm disappearing
+I gotta get ghost, bitch I'm disappearingEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Don’t Know Me[Chorus]
+These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me
+These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me
+These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me
+These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me
+These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me
+These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me
+These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me
+These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me
+
+[Verse 1]
+From the city where they gang bang
+Where they'll kill you if your chain hang
+Two letters, dedicate you like AK
+AR, SK
+And you got to hide your finesse game
+Head shot, no need for a vest game
+Cop killers going straight through the desk game
+These niggas they bitch, they’ll snitch on you
+How you think they feel, get rich on em
+You ain’t never do a drill with a brick on em
+Even on parole keep the shit on em
+No mask, black hoodie with the sticks on him
+I lost a couple niggas to this shit
+Chiraq, where the guns like Iraq
+Where the little niggas cook Pyrex
+Where they pull guns out, they’ll fight back
+I ain’t gon keep it on the d-low
+I'ma make sure my neck worth a kilo
+I'ma make sure the TEC got a ten loaded
+Wire my connect, call it free load
+These niggas they act like they know me
+Cut em off cause you niggas so phony
+Get money, they’ll call you their brodee
+Bitch ass nigga you don’t know me!
+[Chorus]
+These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me
+These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me
+These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me
+These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me
+These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me
+These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me
+These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me
+These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me
+
+[Verse 2]
+Murder rates so high cause of the body count
+Every day news casts say a body found
+Can’t trust niggas so I keep a chopper round
+Play crazy, have a lil bro knock him down
+On the block in that Cut when it’s black out
+Y’all homies tell bro bring the MACs out
+And we’re hungry in the trap house
+Every show we’re out, bringing out the racks out
+Setup hoes they’ll set you up
+How you come when it’s dry they’ll wet you up
+Watch out, my niggas at the top
+You gotta kiss they ass for them to let you up
+And that bring them snakes out
+Gunshots that’ll bring them jakes out
+Every new rapper they fake now
+If you stand we'll call that a take down
+Eat with who you sleep with
+So blind to the money, you ain’t peeped shit
+Ice new niggas, they sneak diss
+I'ma boss up on em, on some Meek shit
+And they don’ know me! They don’t know me
+In my city like Tony
+You a bitch ass nigga, you don’t know me
+[Chorus]
+These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me
+These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me
+These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me
+These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me
+These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me
+These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me
+These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me
+These niggas don’t know me, they act like they know me10EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Trap House (Remix)[Intro]
+YSL!
+It's Dolph!
+300!
+Shout out C-Sick
+OTF!
+C-Sick!
+Thugger!
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+My trap house a Waffle House
+My trap house a Waffle House
+My trap house a Waffle House
+My trap house a Waffle House
+We got grits for the low
+We got grits for the low
+We got grits for the low
+We got grits for the low
+My trap house a Waffle House
+My trap house a Waffle House
+My trap house a Waffle House
+My trap house a Waffle House
+We got grits for the low
+We got grits for the low
+We got grits for the low
+We got grits for the low
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+I got syrup in my trap house
+Somethin' like a Waffle House
+Try to steal out my trap
+I'ma have Lud Foe come and wipe 'em out
+Yeah, yeah
+I swear it's doin' numbers
+I'm fuckin' with a rubber
+My niggas gettin' money
+So fuck if you don't love me
+You niggas wanna kill me
+But niggas tryna hug me
+They act like they love me
+Wanna cop me, they a dummy
+But my trap house a Waffle House
+Sippin' lean for my sadness
+Got a bad bitch for dessert
+Got a bad bitch for dessert
+Cause my trap house like a Waffle House, yeah
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+My trap house a Waffle House
+My trap house a Waffle House
+My trap house a Waffle House
+My trap house a Waffle House
+We got grits for the low
+We got grits for the low
+We got grits for the low
+We got grits for the low
+My trap house a Waffle House
+My trap house a Waffle House
+My trap house a Waffle House
+My trap house a Waffle House
+We got grits for the low
+We got grits for the low
+We got grits for the low
+We got grits for the low
+[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
+My trap house rollin'
+That young nigga global
+Trappin' out a Rover
+Pulled up on your bitch
+It was hard for her to keep her composure
+Cough syrup in my soda
+Call my plug, say, "Hurry up, nigga! What's the hold up?"
+I got family to feed, it cost the most to please
+80 racks on my arm when I roll up my sleeve
+Another 50 on the charm cause I've been boomin' Ps
+Sittin' in the hot tub smokin' weed and watchin' TV
+Diamonds dancin', that's how you know it's me when you see me
+My phone blowin' up (hello?)
+The trap goin' crazy (pull up)
+They can't get enough
+Dolphy got them flavors
+I'll shut your trap down
+The best prices in town
+It's Dolph
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+My trap house a Waffle House
+My trap house a Waffle House
+My trap house a Waffle House
+My trap house a Waffle House
+We got grits for the low
+We got grits for the low
+We got grits for the low
+We got grits for the low
+My trap house a Waffle House
+My trap house a Waffle House
+My trap house a Waffle House
+My trap house a Waffle House
+We got grits for the low
+We got grits for the low
+We got grits for the low
+We got grits for the low
+[Verse 3: Young Thug]
+I trap out my mama's house
+I eat at the Waffle House
+I see what you're talkin' 'bout
+If you be what I'm talkin' 'bout
+I shot him the other day
+Cause what he was talkin' 'bout (what you was sayin')
+Real killers don't say no words
+Lil Durk got 300 birds
+I'm ridin' with a stick and I'm ridin' with your bitch
+I nut on her face, I'ma nut on them tits
+Yeah, nut, I whip up some eggs and I scramble the shit
+Cook, nigga don't play if you not 'bout this shit
+Ambulance, they gon' wait on the bitch
+I got them diamonds and now you see my face
+I'm mothafuckin' blessed
+While I'm trappin', I trap out the Waffle House
+Lil Durk, he smoke blunt like a bomboclat
+Pay attention, get the formula
+I'm ridin' with Snoop Dogg like I'm Bow Wow now
+Don't cut my dope or we're fallin' out (murder)
+We step in the club and it's snowin' now
+Diamonds so wet like a water fountain
+Plus, this that 300 shit, Durk gonna tell the bitch
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+My trap house a Waffle House
+My trap house a Waffle House
+My trap house a Waffle House
+My trap house a Waffle House
+We got grits for the low
+We got grits for the low
+We got grits for the low
+We got grits for the low
+My trap house a Waffle House
+My trap house a Waffle House
+My trap house a Waffle House
+My trap house a Waffle House
+We got grits for the low
+We got grits for the low
+We got grits for the low
+We got grits for the low
+
+[Outro: Young Thug]
+We got grits for the low
+We got grits for the low
+We got grits for the low
+We got grits for the low
+For the low
+For the low
+Tony Montana, they for the low
+Spend it on my son, man that body low
+Hundred racks spent on your hoe
+That's why she don't say no
+My money green like a pear
+Who you want for Durk, you know she said...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Raised Different / Time Fly[Intro: Lil Durk]
+Got my brother Trav with me
+Pooh you a fool for this one
+Cause he gon' talk to they souls
+And he gon' talk to these trenches
+Yeah yeah
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+I was raised different from all these niggas
+If I need one favor I couldn't call these niggas
+You turnt yo back on me, I was salty with you
+Like fuck you and fuck all yo niggas
+Cause I'm different
+I hope you beat your appeal cause you know time fly
+And these bitches crazy
+I see niggas talkin' bout me on they timeline
+I know some niggas that's killin' for real, they on a contract
+I forgave you for what you did
+You can't take time back
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Yeah!
+I was on parole and them gang members couldn't contact
+Know some niggas workin' all the bitches
+Still askin' me where the guns at
+Sum happen to you
+It's gon' be the same niggas really tryna slide back
+You couldn't get that lawyer money up
+When he asked, now he can't get that time back
+And I was sold for real
+And it's some niggas you ain't gotta call
+Cause they know who to kill
+Had my hand out three, four times cause it was slow for real
+And my uncle lost his mind he was off that blow for real
+Dope
+Back then I used to wash up with water
+I couldn't afford no soap
+Back then OG was problem
+They wasn't givin' out hope
+I had to repeatedly call you
+I had to remind you to tote
+He took that case it's your problem
+So go send money to bro, YEAH!
+My momma told me no company
+Them ain't my friends they don't fuck with me
+Know some day ones turned to haters
+Can't get a buck from me
+I signed my deal when I went to jail
+Feel like I can't duck the streets
+I know some niggas who stole some percs
+They seem like clucks to me
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+I was raised different from all these niggas
+If I need one favor I couldn't call these niggas
+You turnt yo back on me, I was salty with you
+Like fuck you and fuck all yo niggas
+Cause I'm different
+I hope you beat your appeal cause you know time fly
+And these bitches crazy
+I see niggas talkin' bout me on they timeline
+I know some niggas that's killin' for real, they on a contract
+I forgave you for what you did
+You can't take time back
+
+[Verse 2: Trav]
+When it's time for a show, it's a vibe full of niggas
+When it's time to put in work, it's a hand full of niggas
+I got the drop on the opp
+Lucky jamed on these niggas
+They be puttin' white sheets, puttin' candles for you niggas
+They don't know we so different
+You ain't nun like my niggas
+Pillow talkin' with these hoes, you be tellin' niggas feelings
+Tellin' bitches you my bro, but you never like my pictures
+You startin' to break the code, got me thinkin' you a witness
+All my niggas come and hit you up, ambulance come pick you up
+Nigga you ain't did enough
+Nigga you ain't real enough
+We not the same, you are talkin' to a monster
+Nigga you ain't gang if you can't go back where you come from
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+I was raised different from all these niggas
+If I need one favor I couldn't call these niggas
+You turnt yo back on me, I was salty with you
+Like fuck you and fuck all yo niggas
+Cause I'm different
+I hope you beat your appeal cause you know time fly
+And these bitches crazy
+I see niggas talkin' bout me on they timeline
+I know some niggas that's killin' for real, they on a contract
+I forgave you for what you did
+You can't take time back
+
+[Verse 3: Blac Youngsta]
+In my hood I'm MJ without the shoe deal
+Covered 'Bron without the hoop deal
+I'm from South Memphis where they catch shit
+And they don't give a fuck what you did
+Pull up broad day and I don't care who see it
+Run in the house I don't give a fuck who live
+? Park killed my dog
+Hurt my heart, I don't give a fuck who hear
+And I'm dedicated to the set
+Got a bill box she wanna talk to me
+Gotta have sauce you wanna walk with me
+Make them heads stop when you across the street
+I'm different
+And I'm heavy money like I'm Eddie Griffin
+And my kidneys killin' me, I'm steady sippin'
+My lil niggas robbin' and they steady Crippin'
+Bought my bitch a home and she steady trippin'
+This ain't even my song but I'm steady rippin'
+Trav leave me alone, give me a second minute
+I'm just in my zone, I'm just snappin' nigga
+Nigga play with blood then I'm clappin' niggas
+Oouu, rappin' ass laffy taffy niggas
+We ain't doin' no business, I ain't rappin' with ya
+We ain't doin' no kiddin', I ain't clappin' with ya
+She don't ever kiss me, she ain't happy with me
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+I was raised different from all these niggas
+If I need one favor I couldn't call these niggas
+You turnt yo back on me, I was salty with you
+Like fuck you and fuck all yo niggas
+Cause I'm different
+I hope you beat your appeal cause you know time fly
+And these bitches crazy
+I see niggas talkin' bout me on they timeline
+I know some niggas that's killin' for real, they on a contract
+I forgave you for what you did
+You can't take time back1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Too Raw[Chorus]
+This my car, hop in bitch and take yo' shoes off
+Beggin' bitch she keep on ask me, throw my mood off
+I got prices goin' to the store and bring me 2 pops
+I can't fuck that pussy weak that pussy too popped
+My little whoadie changed the score that nigga too hot
+I can't trust my homie 'cause he told, he too cop
+Fresh out of jail fresh out of jail judge gave me 2 shots
+And I told the judge that “I'm too raw”
+
+[Verse]
+Bandana on me like I'm 2pac
+Shoutout to Rome I call him 2 Glocks
+Don't mention names to get some cool points (pussy)
+That's that shit that's gon' get you shot (grraaa)
+Bankroll, two knots
+Dope boy, two spots
+Hot stove, two pots
+Dior, no Guwop
+Audemar wristwatch, broke hoes, don't kiss thots
+Fuck a rumor, send shots
+Next day, 10 shots
+Shake something, my lil niggas gon' take somethin'
+Me and Randy fucked your baby mama
+A nigga like me you can't pay to argue
+Beverly Hills, don't pay for parking
+Been in the trenches, got top dollar
+With my dogs like Rottweilers
+Me and my dawgs, we ain't got problems
+[Chorus]
+This my car, hop in bitch and take yo' shoes off
+Beggin' bitch she keep on ask me, throw my mood off
+I got prices goin' to the store and bring me 2 pops
+I can't fuck that pussy weak that pussy too popped
+My little whoadie changed the score that nigga too hot
+I can't trust my homie 'cause he told, he too cop
+Fresh out of jail fresh out of jail judge gave me 2 shots
+And I told the judge “I'm too raw”EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Rich Nigga[Intro]
+Rich nigga shit
+Rich nigga
+Rich nigga ay, ay
+Rich nigga gang, gang
+Rich nigga (baow!)
+
+[Chorus 1]
+I get love from my block, you keep calling then you blocked
+She keep callin' cause I'm hot, but I can't be with no thot
+Ass fat I think she squat
+Snapchat me that pussy bitch
+Even though I know I'm hot, I get anyone I want
+Rich nigga, rich,rich,rich,rich nigga yea baby
+Rich nigga, rich nigga yea baby
+Rich nigga, rich nigga yea baby
+Rich nigga, I'ma rich nigga gang gang!
+
+[Verse 1]
+Rich nigga, I need a rich bitch
+Come suck my dick, wipe off the lipstick
+Go with me, I'm with the shits bitch
+O.T. traphouse goin' crazy, zip zip
+Nae Nae with the car, whip whip
+Hit the block, doin' 80 get flipped
+100 shots hit him with the choppa, wilt wilt
+I ain't playin' pussy boy, I been real
+Got a deal and I copped me a foreign
+Two bitches cause one bitch boring
+Look at my karats and my diamonds bitches glowin'
+Got the dopehouse in the summer like it's snowin'
+[Chorus 2]
+I get love from my block, you keep calling then you blocked
+She keep callin' cause I'm hot, but I can't be with no thot
+Ass fat I think she squat
+Snapchat me that pussy bitch
+Even though I know I'm hot, I get anyone I want
+Rich nigga, rich nigga yea baby
+Rich nigga, rich nigga yea baby
+Rich nigga, rich nigga yea baby
+Rich nigga, I'ma rich nigga gang gang!
+
+[Verse 2]
+I spent 30 on my watch, I spent 10 on my charm
+If you touch it go off, like it came with a alarm
+Boy you pussy who you huh?
+Cali plug got the weed, like investin' to a farm
+100 pounds it cost an arm
+And I'll be super real, don't catch no ruger shell
+I don't who'll tell
+See DeJ give me chills, Chanel Chanel
+The way she crackin' in them heels
+I swear I swear, I'ma keep it real
+I'ma xanax type of animal, lean drinking nigga
+I can cook up in the trap, like a granny in the kitchen
+You a baby, I'm rapping bricks, I'm rapping babies
+Yea baby
+[Chorus 2]
+I get love from my block, you keep calling then you blocked
+She keep callin' cause I'm hot, but I can't be with no thot
+Ass fat I think she squat
+Snapchat me that pussy bitch
+Even though I know I'm hot, I get anyone I want
+Rich nigga, rich nigga yea baby
+Rich nigga, rich nigga yea baby
+Rich nigga, rich nigga yea baby
+Rich nigga, I'ma rich nigga gang gang!4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+True[Intro]
+Lit, no cig
+Clean Sprite mixed with no lean
+
+[Chorus]
+We smoke straight dope, ain't no seeds in it
+Clean Sprite, put some lean in it
+Rockstars, got some G's in it
+Real killas, they don't leave witness
+Tax season, boy, your car rented
+Bitch you boostin', you got no business
+Call my shooters, they got no limits
+I'm just rockin' in my True Religions
+
+[Verse 1]
+Got a Glock with a beam
+Bada boom, bada bing
+Ops not on a thing
+(Let's get it!)
+We need some real big rings
+Netflix and chill let's watch some Narcos
+And my cup the color Harpo
+Got fifty in these cargos
+Used to sit and watch my car doors
+Valet ask me how to park those
+I'm scannin' niggas like a barcode
+Fake designer, that's a no-no
+We rockin' rollies fuck a Jo-Jo
+[Chorus]
+We smoke straight dope, ain't no seeds in it
+Clean Sprite, put some lean in it
+Rockstars, got some G's in it
+Real killas, they don't leave witness
+Tax season, boy, your car rented
+Bitch you boostin', you got no business
+Call my shooters, they got no limits
+I'm just rockin' in my True Religions
+
+[Verse 2]
+Money got me Bowflexin'
+Balmain, no Paris
+Pussy 'bout to get the message
+Before I have my youngins stressin'
+I told 'em I'ma turn up on em
+Killed his ass, we run up on 'em
+We hawk 'em down, we run up on 'em
+His tweets said he keep 'em on him
+I'm just coolin' as a rapper
+My niggas know that I be trappin'
+To the streets I'm so adapted
+Fuck the state, they took my rappy
+
+[Chorus]
+We smoke straight dope, ain't no seeds in it
+Clean Sprite, put some lean in it
+Rockstars, got some G's in it
+Real killas, they don't leave witness
+Tax season, boy, your car rented
+Bitch you boostin', you got no business
+Call my shooters, they got no limits
+I'm just rockin' in my True ReligionsEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Wooh[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)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+So What[Intro: Lil Durk]
+Real drank, 940 ayy
+Politickin' with these diamonds on me
+I should've been a politician nigga
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Fifty racks when I pull up
+The city know that I’m so up
+Your man got money? Bitch so what?
+Your car rented? Bitch so what?
+I'm the street, they know I'm nuts
+Fuck relations, let me fuck
+My bitch she mixed, my bitch a mutt
+My Beyoncé turn me up
+So what? you know I'm richer than you
+So what? that chopper fit good in the coupe
+So what? my shooters is itchin' to shoot
+So what? so what?
+
+[Verse 1: Young Thug]
+So what?
+Got a thirty-round clip and that bitch like twenty ounces like a cup
+Try your luck, yeah baby good luck
+And if I got me a strap your ass get stuck, up
+Green machine, green machine
+I won't drink nothin" but clean
+Fuck you from the back, spleen
+I fuck that pussy 'til it bleeds
+Diamonds like a Robin jeans
+I know they wanna rob me
+I know they wanna shout with me
+They know it's no stoppin' me
+Cutly with a big tee top and some Reeboks on me
+I drunk all the mud mud up, I need detox only, hey
+I don't wanna do none' but butt, so I don't need a deep cock on me
+These fuck niggas like paint, they just flip flop on me
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+50 racks when I pull up
+The city know that I’m so up
+Your man got money? Bitch so what?
+Your car rented? Bitch so what?
+I'm the street, they know I'm nuts
+Fuck relations, let me fuck
+My bitch she mixed, my bitch a mutt
+My Beyoncé turn me up
+So what? you know I'm richer than you
+So what? that chopper fit good in the coupe
+So what? my shooters is itchin' to shoot
+So what? so what?
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+All my diamonds dancin', water, yeah
+Big ass truck like Forgi's, yeah
+I'm the shit like toilets, yeah
+Trap house, no quarter, yeah
+Chump change on mortgage yeah
+Your main boo so corny yeah
+MAC, Rugers, and choppers, yeah
+Guarantee that forty here
+So what?
+Might fuck her once and I nut
+So what?
+I'm sticking my thumb in her butt
+So what?
+Spent 50K on these cuts
+So what?
+We got a city to flood
+More money, more lean, more guns, more bitches, more jewels
+More cars, more niggas, more swag, more traps, more tools
+More cryin', more snitchin', niggas givin' police more clues
+And I ain't fuckin' with him
+Nigga free Zoo
+Let's get it
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+50 racks when I pull up
+The city know that I’m so up
+Your man got money? Bitch so what?
+Your car rented? Bitch so what?
+I'm the street, they know I'm nuts
+Fuck relations, let me fuck
+My bitch she mixed, my bitch a mutt
+My Beyoncé turn me up
+So what? you know I'm richer than you
+So what? that chopper fit good in the coupe
+So what? my shooters is itchin' to shoot
+So what? so what?1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Rico[Verse 1]
+Choppa chopped his ass
+Foe nem boxed his ass
+On that block with MACs
+Niggas drop for MACs
+That's a homi nigga
+Rondo caught a body nigga
+He a still body niggas
+Babies in the traphouse
+Johnson Johnson nigga
+How the fuck you wildin' niggas
+Niggas' hoes be robbin' niggas
+Kiilas with me from all blocks
+All Glocks so call God
+And we slidin' no hidin'
+You down, you cosign
+Fuck him up but his bitch just sucked me up
+Late night with them sticks
+Hit the city fuck the dicks
+High speed I'm with the shits
+I can't take another risk
+And I'm cool with hearin' shit
+I can't take another diss
+And I always want a Draco
+You can X that off the list
+And we slide down yo' block
+Hoping niggas that I miss
+Boom 'em right back around
+Hit up whoever miss
+Never put that pole down
+I'm from where it go down
+Rico!
+[Hook]
+I seen my homie kill my other homie
+We call that nigga Rico
+Niggas say they’ll pull the police on me
+Watch out for that fuckin' Rico
+That Rico, that Rico
+That Rico, that Rico
+That Rico, that Rico
+That Rico
+
+[Verse 2]
+Take somethin', from my woes gon' shake somethin'
+And my jewels is wraith money
+68 back that straight money
+Police want me off the streets
+Take my kids away from me
+See them lawyers never cheap
+60k for them to speak
+No time for Rico
+My homie snaked like Rico
+That boy is dead as Kemo
+My name ring bells like Jingle
+I gotta watch it now
+Heard he want the top and shit
+Heard he want the block and shit
+And my car and watch and shit
+And I think he coppin' shit
+Not a bird, he cops and shit
+I'm a real nigga and that boy the opposite
+You gon' have that one homie that's gon' hate on you
+He gon' get that bag and take off, ain't gon' wait on you
+Gang Gang!
+[Hook]
+I seen my homie kill my other homie
+We call that nigga Rico
+Niggas say they’ll pull the police on me
+Watch out for that fuckin' Rico
+That Rico, that Rico
+That Rico, that Rico
+That Rico, that Rico
+That Rico2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Don’t Talk to Me (Remix)[Intro: Lil Durk]
+Yeah
+Ayy, what Blac Youngsta tell them hoes? (Toot toot)
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+
+[Post-Chorus: Lil Durk]
+I can't get enough of it, all of this jealousy
+I had a petty bitch, you can do better things
+Smoke gas, kerosene, three roll, wedding ring
+In my DM meddlin', off the X, that ecstasy
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Seven hundred for the Vetements, I'm a boss, not a gentleman
+All my hoes intelligent, can't set me up, Tori Brixx
+I like my bitches lit, I spend a bag of checks
+Ecstasy, Tesla, Amiri jeans fetish
+Look at my world, let's get in to it, look at this lean, addicted to it
+While he off the leaf, embalming fluid, shoppin' spree, I overdo it, yeah
+Stick talk stick talk (Chick chick, bang), sneak diss, this stick talk (Chick chick, bang)
+I don't talk, just stick talk (Chick chick, bang), I'm with niggas that stick talk (Brrah)
+Go to Europe to get all the euros, yes sir, designer apparel
+Chapo, need to find the heroin, broke bitch, that vibe'll kill you
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+
+[Post-Chorus: Lil Durk]
+I can't get enough of it, all of this jealousy
+I had a petty bitch, you can do better things
+Smoke gas, kerosene, three roll, wedding ring
+In my DM meddlin', off the X, that ecstasy
+
+[Verse 2: Gunna]
+I can't get enough of it (Can't get enough of it), I shootout in public (I shootout in public)
+My soda is bubbly (Soda is bubbly), my chest and neck watery (Chest and neck watery)
+I turned to a better me, the Hellcat got hella speed
+She want methamphetamines (Yeah), hope you don't never leave (Hope you don't never leave)
+I'm movin' like Billy Jean (Like Billy Jean), a leopard Amiri jeans (Yeah)
+D&G but I've been a king (I've been a king), family, you can't get between (You can't get between)
+Don't you please try to intervene, Gunna drippin' by any means (By any means)
+Elliot got my jewelry clean (My jewelry clean), got a rose and white wedding ring (White wedding ring)
+I married the presidents (The presidents), I ain't leavin' no evidence (No evidence)
+Slimy life, I'm not scared of shit (Nah), fuck her face. let her eat the dick (Let her eat the dick)
+Can't deny, that's just what it is (Yeah), I'ma take care my brother's kids (My brother's kids)
+Got it out of a muddy ditch (Yeah), we done brought all the hundreds in (The hundreds in)
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+
+[Verse 3: Juice WRLD]
+Dunk on a bitch like John Wall, codeine, no Cristal
+Bomb on a bitch like Chris Paul, made money, I'm pissed off
+Your bitch gave me a blowjob, and you kissed her
+I just been runnin' the dough up, early the money, no hold up
+Codeine my cup, ain't no Folgers, she crack that shit like a soldier
+I sell rock to your momma, rockstar, whippin' the rock up
+He say he gon' pull up, he don't want no drama, mobbin' with them shooters
+Get to the cake, no birthday, I overlap these niggas, first place
+Shoot a fuck nigga in the air with a AK
+Should've never been around here in the first place
+These .50 cal, earthquake, run up a check like, wow, relay
+I'm on top right now, gettin' top from a thot, can't talk right now
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+Just don't talk to me (Just don't talk to me)
+[Post-Chorus: Lil Durk]
+I can't get enough of it, all of this jealousy
+I had a petty bitch, you can do better things
+Smoke gas, kerosene, three roll, wedding ring
+In my DM meddlin', off the X, that ecstasy3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Shoot Sum[Hook]
+Blamma man, blamma man
+They shootin' shit like cameramen, cameramen
+They hoppin' out that mini van, that mini van
+Before this shit, I been the man, been the man
+Off flats they kill some (gang)
+Off that O they gon' kill some' (gang)
+Off that drank they gon' kill some (gang)
+Off them Xans, they gon' kill some (gang)
+Cause them my brothers
+Gang, gang
+
+[Verse 1]
+Blamma shit, niggas be too caught up with this rappin' shit
+Actin' shit, bloggers can't come round me with that camera shit
+Teddy bears, baby bottle, we shoot up, yo candle lit
+News cast, he damn near dead, he trendin' off of channel 6
+No vacay, call THF, he bring that AK
+Ray J, talkin' one wish we leave him vacay
+Block nigga, got a couple millions, I can't stop nigga
+Heard he puttin' his Xannies on his dope, and we can't shop wit him
+Felony, heard you out on six bonds you tellin' me
+Fresh out and you sellin' guns plus you mailin' weed
+And you takin' pictures with the gang, who you here to see?
+And I think his ass a rat, pussy we ain't got no teeth
+[Hook]
+Blamma man, blamma man
+They shootin' shit like cameramen, cameramen
+They hoppin' out that mini van, that mini van
+Before this shit, I been the man, been the man
+Off flats they kill some (gang)
+Off that O they gon' kill some' (gang)
+Off that drank they gon' kill some (gang)
+Off them Xans, they gon' kill some (gang)
+Cause them my brothers
+Gang, gang
+
+[Verse 2]
+Hit his ass up, close range, he ain't see me run up
+Barrell on that F'N super small like a BeBe gun
+Tricked his ass, shot him in his face then I kicked his ass
+No show, skeet off in that Cad then I did the dash
+I need plenty cash, you know how I rock on any block
+Like Milly, yeah
+Features less then 10? getcho silly ass, really?
+Everything n for nuski noolin in the nity
+And she just sucked me off for a 30 and some Remy
+I fuck the wrong tender
+After I nut, I don't really want her with me
+And my watch like 30 plus, I got the papers wit it
+Heard they tote them 30s, free Zoo my nina wit me mothafucker
+Gang gang
+[Hook]
+Blamma man, blamma man
+They shootin' shit like cameramen, cameramen
+They hoppin' out that mini van, that mini van
+Before this shit, I been the man, been the man
+Off flats they kill some (gang)
+Off that O they gon' kill some' (gang)
+Off that drank they gon' kill some (gang)
+Off them Xans, they gon' kill some (gang)
+Cause them my brothers
+Gang, gangEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I’m a Hitta[Chorus]
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I don't need nobody hit it
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I don't need nobody hit it
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I don't need nobody hit it
+
+[Verse 1: Lil durk]
+Niggas think I'm swisher sweet
+Kush cologne, I think I reek
+You're bitch said she B.I.E
+So I give her dick and bye
+K.I.N.G. Lil Durk why
+P.O.L.O Lil Durk fly
+50 of that, bro I'm high
+Man you know that kush (Kush)
+They be hatin'
+They be fakin'
+In my face like Durk whats crackin'
+Bro whats happenin'
+They be actin'
+Go and tell they mans I'm lackin'
+I'm 2-4 so ain't no stackin'
+But you know I'm stackin' cheese
+Bro you know I'm jammin' jammin'
+Goin' hammage on these beats
+Niggas know Lil Durk the truth
+He hang with shooters in a booth
+You won't breathe you're killed like movies
+Ayay filled wit' [?]
+Niggas know 'bout Lamron shootin'
+Check the news channel Two
+B.O.D.Y.B.A.G body bag these bitches too
+Man I got a small circle
+But I know a lotta niggas, lotta killas
+Dem my hittas, go and put that bag on niggas
+Go and put that Glad on niggas
+Broski told me trash them niggas
+Niggas said they fuck wit, me
+But I be lookin' past them niggas
+L's
+[Chorus]
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I don't need nobody hit it
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I don't need nobody hit it
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I don't need nobody hit it
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I don't need nobody hit it
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I don't need nobody hit it
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I don't need nobody hit it
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I don't need nobody hit it
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I don't need nobody hit it
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I don't need nobody hit it
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I don't need nobody hit it
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I don't need nobody hit it
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I don't need nobody hit it
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+I do bad all by myself
+I don't need no nigga help
+You ain't felt what I done felt
+Some days I feel always wrong
+Why must you break into homes
+Do it cause I'm on my own
+Can't do shit when daddy gone
+Even tho' he in the room
+Grew up in this grass of snakes
+Man collude so ain't no way
+He's still fake, She's still fake
+I don't know how much to take
+I don't know how much to take
+Lil Durk on first 48
+You don't ain't got shit to say
+But you know I'm talkin' shit
+Half these niggas, they don't know me (don't know me)
+Half these niggas, they be phony (they be phony)
+One minute they call me lame
+Next minute they call me broski
+Half these niggas, they don't know me
+(Half these niggas, they don't know me)
+Half these niggas, they be phony
+(Half these niggas, they be phony)
+One minute they call me lame
+(One minute they call me lame)
+Next minute they call me broski
+(Next minute they call me broski)
+[Chorus]
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I don't need nobody hit it
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I don't need nobody hit it
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I don't need nobody hit itEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Fuck For Fame[Hook: Lil Durk]
+All these bitches wanna fuck for fame
+All these niggas take to build their fame
+A nigga like me, I can fuck off my name
+Where I'm from, I can really fuck off my name
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Ain't shit change, I can't change, I'm turned up
+They be fuckin' hoes gettin' labels on my bumper
+Red bottom bleedin' like I walked across a murder
+I ain't feelin' shit, it ain't shit if you get murdered
+Gon' and fuck me, I let the fame do it, consider yourself lucky
+It's only one night shit, ain't no fuck again and again
+OTF, no other end, ugly hoes, I want the opposite
+A bad bitch, drop dead, poppin' bitch
+Conceited bitch, every day she need the dick
+My name Rigan Bells, she eat the dick
+
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+All these bitches wanna fuck for fame
+All these niggas take to build their fame
+A nigga like me, I can fuck off my name
+Where I'm from, I can really fuck off my name
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Bibby]
+She gon' fuck for fame, big bucks, the name
+Got the squad with me, bitch, fuck the gang
+If that's yo main, that's in-fuckin'-sane
+Bitch I'm Lil Bibby, I want nothin' but brain
+Think she won't go, is you fuckin' insane?
+Shorty on my dick, she ain't fuckin' with lames
+Bibby in this bitch and he makin' it rain
+Catch me throwin' hundreds, I ain't got no change
+I do my thing, no I won't change
+Don't feel no pain, stay in your lane
+Say bitch I'm hot, and I can't stop
+Me and Durk off mollies, yeah my face hot
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+All these bitches wanna fuck for fame
+All these niggas take to build their fame
+A nigga like me, I can fuck off my name
+Where I'm from, I can really fuck off my name
+
+[Verse 3: Boss Top]
+All these bitches want a name off me
+Bitches goin' crazy for Big Boss T
+On that pregnant shit, bitch don't call me
+Told that bitch get off me, get the fuck off me
+Bands in my Robins, bitch I got my wings
+Where I'm from, shorty, they're clappin' them things
+She want to do the squad, let her chase her dream
+You want to get to me, you gotta do my team
+I only want the face, mama keep your jeans
+Bitch I'm Boss Top and I keep shit straight
+I only want the face, mama keep your jeans
+Bitch I'm Boss Top and I keep shit straight
+
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+All these bitches wanna fuck for fame
+All these niggas take to build their fame
+A nigga like me, I can fuck off my name
+Where I'm from, I can really fuck off my name1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Everything All White[Chorus]
+Everything all white, everything all white
+My car white too
+Everything all white, everything all white
+Connect white too
+Everything all white, everything all white
+My house white too
+Everything all white, everything all white
+All white, I'm a fool
+Everything all white, everything all white
+Everything all white, everything all white
+Everything all white, everything all white
+My wrist white too
+Everything all white, everything all white
+Everything all white, everything all white
+Everything all white, everything all white
+All white, I'm a fool
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Everything all white, everything all white
+My coupe white too
+My wrist watch white,my bitch white too
+My cocaine right, my coke white too
+You can't get right, you can't get right
+You get left too
+I'm OTF (that's GBE), I'm with that too
+You still trying to rap, you're overdue
+My trap go nuts, I'm high like zoo
+You send one shot, we send shots too
+I'm so 3hunna, all my niggas are gunnas
+Turn yo bitch into a eater, turn yo bitch into a runner
+I shoot like durk, I shoot like durk
+I ain’t talking about jumper
+I ain’t talking about jumper
+I’m talking about a bumper
+My money long, my money long
+My kush too strong, my kush too strong
+All my niggas be on, all my niggas be on
+FTL be on, FTL be on
+OTF 3hunna, all my niggas get money
+Life ain’t no joke, life ain’t no joke
+All white we coming
+[Chorus]
+Everything all white, everything all white
+My car white too
+Everything all white, everything all white
+Connect white too
+Everything all white, everything all white
+My house white too
+Everything all white, everything all white
+All white, I'm a fool
+Everything all white, everything all white
+Everything all white, everything all white
+Everything all white, everything all white
+My wrist white too
+Everything all white, everything all white
+Everything all white, everything all white
+Everything all white, everything all white
+All white, I'm a fool
+
+[Verse 2: Yo gotti]
+I got a check, I got a check
+You know my hustle, you know my hustle
+Pull up in six cars, you know my color
+Look at phantom grill, look at phantom grill
+Stainless steel, stainless steel
+So much wood, it look like a house on wheels
+House on wheels, house on wheels, house full of pills
+I’m 3hunna, it’s how I live
+White rollie with the white diamonds
+Streets dry so the white climbing
+White louie with the white trues
+I don’t like niggas like a white dude
+My house racist, my guns black
+My sack came its off white
+I fuck with Durk, we got work
+We’re getting money, is that right?
+CMG we’re getting this
+Bad hoes, we hitting it
+We don't fuck with hating niggas
+Give they ass the business
+[Chorus]
+Everything all white, everything all white
+My car white too
+Everything all white, everything all white
+Connect white too
+Everything all white, everything all white
+My house white too
+Everything all white, everything all white
+All white, I'm a fool
+Everything all white, everything all white
+Everything all white, everything all white
+Everything all white, everything all white
+My wrist white too
+Everything all white, everything all white
+Everything all white, everything all white
+Everything all white, everything all white
+All white, I'm a foolEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Animal[Verse 1]
+I be on my animal, I'm trained with the pipe
+You know niggas, they be acting, they ain't made for this life
+Niggas bitches, they be tricking, gave my main nigga life
+I can't tell, on my baby, I can't give 'em no advice
+Mouth duct taped, cause I can't snitch, O.T.F. we in this bitch
+We was broke and now we rich, got me feeling like I'm Mitch
+Niggas tripping, ain't gon' lie
+I've been hustling all my life
+I've been rapping all my life
+Drop my van's, I'm the man
+Free Lil Law , and free Lil Jam
+Get my hitters out the jail
+I spend money on the ground
+So you know I got that work
+Niggas talking, my name Durk
+True Religion's and a shirt
+Got a Mac, ?
+Ain't no talking cause I told you
+
+[Chorus]
+I'm a animal
+I got my chopper in the trunk and I'mma damage you
+I got my niggas in the cut, and they punish you
+I got my shooters with the scope, and they aim at you
+Cause we some animals
+And I'm a animal
+I got the chopper in the trunk, and I'mma damage you
+I got my niggas in the cut, and they punish you
+I got my shooters with the scope, and they aim at you
+Cause I'm a animal, cause I'm a animal
+[Verse 2]
+All my life I do me, I'm riding and I'm totting
+What I'm smoking is potent, I rub her like a Trojan
+300, know she going
+Yeah, I know she going
+And I know she going, like Shady bitch I go in
+Fake Forgiato, that shit I don't like
+Color truck cream, cause that coka come in all type
+Money dancing wicked Louie, we be in it all night
+All night, all night
+And my wrist barely bright
+I be sipping white Remy, I be on my boss shit
+All white clothes, today indicted my closet
+How you piss I'm the shit, ho's spin like the toilet
+40 get your dirty mouth clean, chewing Orbit
+I be in the factory, stacks in my Truey'
+And my belt Louie, rolling off of Gucci
+Bad bitches on me like I hopped up out a movie
+All white everything, winning never losing
+
+[Chorus]
+I'm a animal
+I got my chopper in the trunk and I'mma damage you
+I got my niggas in the cut, and they punish you
+I got my shooters with the scope, and they aim at you
+Cause we some animals
+And I'm a animal
+I got the chopper in the trunk, and I'mma damage you
+I got my niggas in the cut, and they punish you
+I got my shooters with the scope, and they aim at you
+Cause I'm a animal, cause I'm a animal1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I Done Seen[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+My nigga had crossed me and I say I forgive him
+I love him like he family so I'm stuck in the middle
+I really wanna drill him and say fuck it and kill him
+And treat him like a crook, like he was never a member
+I done seen niggas make it out of poverty
+I done seen drug money flips of property
+I done seen close niggas say they robbing me
+I done seen
+I done seen
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Been strapped up in them corners, niggas is really informers
+I'ma sip lean in the morning, I get the head in the morning
+Niggas could never come beat us, so niggas gone come and try join us
+You can't come around, my shooters got a hundred rounds
+And they smoking out a lot of pounds
+And you rappers still underground
+Niggas not big enough, these niggas not hearing us
+These niggas so serious, my shooters Nigeria
+My wrist Siberia, these niggas be fearing us
+I gotta level up, gotta get my bezel up
+Slow down and better up, et cetera, et cetera
+Nuski had that SIG, I swear, yes he did
+These niggas act like 12, man I swear they pigs
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+My nigga had crossed me and I say I forgive him
+I love him like he family so I'm stuck in the middle
+I really wanna drill him and say fuck it and kill him
+And treat him like a crook, like he was never a member
+I done seen niggas make it out of poverty
+I done seen drug money flips of property
+I done seen close niggas say they robbing me
+I done seen
+I done seen
+
+[Verse 2: Yung Tory]
+I'm finna cop me a foreign, I gave you niggas a warning
+You niggas be telling I know it, I heard you fuck with the boys
+I done seen a lot of shit, but I ain't making no noise
+They love how a young nigga move, that nigga he always on point
+I'm just a young nigga, I done seen it all
+Never had shit, i just wanna ball
+You was my nigga, but these niggas fraud
+When you in trouble, who you gonna call?
+You was my nigga (yah)
+Niggas switching up, only the family I trust
+I don't show a nigga no love
+Nah boy, I never knew ya
+Free brodie, he the shoota
+I'm in the studio cooking
+I fuck on your bitch and she tooken
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+My nigga had crossed me and I say I forgive him
+I love him like he family so I'm stuck in the middle
+I really wanna drill him and say fuck it and kill him
+And treat him like a crook, like he was never a member
+I done seen niggas make it out of poverty
+I done seen drug money flips of property
+I done seen close niggas say they robbing me
+I done seen
+I done seenEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Hard Shit[Intro: Kid Wonder, Lil Durk & Lil Reese]
+KidWonder did you make this beat?
+Gang!
+64 hundred on 'em shits
+Gang!
+Dope
+Let's get it!
+
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+Check a bag and put the block on (Let's get it!)
+Yo' diamonds fake, them bitches costume (Let's get it!)
+Every Glock bitch we cop drum (Kr-r-r-a!)
+My killas wild and they off drugs (Dope!)
+These niggas pussy, they don't want it (They don't want it)
+These niggas bitches, they don't want it (Kr-r-r-a, kr-r-r-a!)
+These niggas snitches, they don't want it (Let's get it!)
+My niggas killas, they don't want it
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Bro call we takin' doors off (Let's get it!)
+Pour a pint and I might doze off (Drag!)
+'Fore I knew her name, she took her clothes off (Bitch!)
+Free my boy DD he like O-Dawg (Kr-r-r-a, kr-r-r-a!)
+Name ringin' bells my whole family stars (Let's get it!)
+Most niggas doin' drills out the family car (Ska-a-a!)
+We ain't got no chill, we ain't got no chill (Let's get it!)
+Labels gave me Mills I told my killas kill (Kr-r-r-a, kr-r-r-a!)
+Niggas say they real but they ain't really real (Bitch!)
+Can't trust 'em like we dead and niggas killin' kids (Bitch!)
+Smith and Wesson nina, takin' out his dreads (Dope!)
+I'm off the drank, I'm off the percs and they both meds (Let's get it!)
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+Check a bag and put the block on (Let's get it!)
+Yo' diamonds fake, them bitches costume (Let's get it!)
+Every Glock bitch we cop drum (Kr-r-r-a!)
+My killas wild and they off drugs (Dope!)
+These niggas pussy, they don't want it (They don't want it)
+These niggas bitches, they don't want it (Kr-r-r-a, kr-r-r-a!)
+These niggas snitches, they don't want it (Let's get it!)
+My niggas killas, they don't want it
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Reese]
+These niggas bitches they don't want it (They don't want it)
+A lotta killas put 'em on ya (Put 'em on ya)
+My niggas with it you don't want it (You don't want it)
+We point the fingers then they on it (Then they on it)
+Fuck all that talkin' it ain't nothin' (It ain't nothin')
+Pull up with choppas get to bustin' (Pull up with choppas get to bustin')
+A lot of niggas get to runnin' (A lot of niggas get to runnin')
+Watch all yo' niggas get to runnin' (Watch all yo' niggas get to runnin')
+Fuck all that talkin', let's get the money (Let's get the money)
+Lil Durk he with me yeah that's my brother (Yeah that's my brother)
+We ain't lettin' that money come between us (Come between us)
+Back then used to ride around in steamers (Ride around in steamers)
+
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+Check a bag and put the block on (Let's get it!)
+Yo' diamonds fake, them bitches costume (Let's get it!)
+Every Glock bitch we cop drum (Kr-r-r-a!)
+My killas wild and they off drugs (Dope!)
+These niggas pussy, they don't want it (They don't want it)
+These niggas bitches, they don't want it (Kr-r-r-a, kr-r-r-a!)
+These niggas snitches, they don't want it (Let's get it!)
+My niggas killas, they don't want it
+[Outro: Lil Durk]
+These niggas pussy, they don't want it (They don't want it)
+These niggas bitches, they don't want it (They don't want it)
+These niggas snitches, they don't want it (They don't want it)
+My niggas killas, they don't want it (They don't want it)
+Check a bag and bust the block on 'em (Block on 'em)
+Yo' diamonds fake, them bitches costume (Bitches costume)
+Every Glock bitch we cop drum (We cop drum)
+My killas wild and they off drugs (They off drugs, they off drugs, they off drugs)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Why Me[Produced by London on da Track]
+
+[Intro]
+Yeah, is it my jewels? (We Got London on da Track)
+Yeah, is it my car?
+Is it my bitches? Why Me? Why Me?
+Somebody give me a good reason, you hear me?
+I don't know
+
+[Chorus]
+Why Me? Why me? Why me? Why Me? Why me? (I don't know)
+Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me? (I don't know)
+Why Me? Why me? Why me? Why Me? Why me?
+Why me? Why me? Why me?
+Fuck, I don't know, I don't know why she wanna fuck me (I don't know)
+Fuck, I don't know, I don't know
+Fuck, I don't know, I don't know, why she wanna fuck me (I don't know)
+Fuck , I don't know I don't knoww
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+I don't know, I don't know
+Why she wanna fuck I don't know
+Might even be for the clothes or the bands for the rolls
+Might be the bottles and the bottles in the club we go
+Why Me?
+Cause I got on spikes no Nike
+Every pic that I got she be liking (yeah)
+That's how I know that she like me
+Why you got a name on your eye?
+Cause he ain't supposed to be here (abortion)
+Why you like to go through my phone no Porsches, cause the voices
+I don't know why, is it cause I'm from the Chi?
+Or the 4s that I ride or the 4s that I pour on the ice?
+I don't know, all I know that I can't lose
+Bang Bro your ho so we came too
+So we can't lose
+So why me?
+I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
+All I know that she just wanna fuck
+[Chorus]
+Why Me? Why me? Why me? Why Me? Why me? (I don't know)
+Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me ?(I don't know)
+Why Me? Why me? Why me? Why Me? Why me?
+Why me? Why me? Why me?
+Fuck, I don't know, I don't know why she wanna fuck me (I don't know)
+Fuck, I don't know I don't know
+Fuck, I don't know I don't know why she wanna fuck me  (I don't know)
+Fuck , I don't know I don't knoww
+
+[Verse 2]
+Louie or Gucci? I don't know
+American or foreign? I don't know the streets
+But it's money promoters is throwing, I don't know
+These bitches be tripping, reckless
+They just whatever, just kid don't act like niggas don't know
+I'ma chase a bag, leave the broke in the past, cause I'm on
+Why Gang, niggas never Worldstar my chain
+Shooters on deck, give the fuck nigga bang
+Stay in your lane
+Police ask me, I don't know, I was sleep off the drank
+I was moving slow, so don't ask me
+Rollie on each side, yours ticking
+Fake designer shit she got ain't fitting
+So I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
+All I know is she just wanna fuck
+[Chorus]
+Why Me? Why me? Why me? Why Me? Why me? (I don't know)
+Why me? Why me? Why me? Why me ?(I don't know)
+Why Me? Why me? Why me? Why Me? Why me?
+Why me? Why me? Why me?
+Fuck, I don't know, I don't know why she wanna fuck me (I don't know)
+Fuck, I don't know I don't know
+Fuck, I don't know I don't know why she wanna fuck me  (I don't know)
+Fuck , I don't know I don't knoww9EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+JackBoy[Chorus]
+I'm a JackBoy
+Don't get jacked ya boy
+Have my Lamron niggas to come jack ya boy
+Have my O.T.F niggas come and jack ya boy
+Have my O'Block niggas to come jack ya boy
+I'm a JackBoy
+Don't get jacked ya boy
+Have my Dro City niggas to come jack ya boy
+Have my O.T.F niggas come and jack ya boy
+Have my 4-6 niggas to come jack ya boy
+
+[Verse 1]
+We gon' jack you
+Don't get wrapped up
+We got hittas
+Call 'em clappers
+We gon rob 'em if he taxin
+We go hard cause we be battling
+24/7 like we maxin
+We got 30 if you lackin
+How you fawnin? You be lackin
+I'm just actin keep that mac in
+I'm reacting to these actors
+I'mma drill 'em if he asking
+They say, "Durk gon bullshit..."
+I just hold my own dick
+30 year old 40 clip
+Got 30 in that 40 clip
+Shorty's sick
+Fuck the opps
+3hunna shit we drop 'em out
+Police snatch me for some shit
+I ain't gon lie
+I ain't a snitch
+Loud niggas be the same niggas that'll tell 'em shit
+Got caught with a ratchet so
+I be on my felon shit
+One thing bout my hittaz that they don't be with that tellin shit
+[Chorus]
+I'm a JackBoy
+Don't get jacked ya boy
+Have my Lamron niggas to come jack ya boy
+Have my O.T.F niggas come and jack ya boy
+Have my O'Block niggas to come jack ya boy
+I'm a JackBoy
+Don't get jacked ya boy
+Have my Dro City niggas to come jack ya boy
+Have my O.T.F niggas come and jack ya boy
+Have my 4-6 niggas to come jack ya boy
+
+[Verse 2]
+Eastside got my name ringin
+Po-Po grab me, ain't no singing
+I'm reactin, ain't no thinking
+Grab that cannon, safety reasons
+JackBoy out
+Ain't no reason
+Mama callin
+I'mma grab the mac
+And I'm holdin
+Got these niggas dreamin, duckin shit
+Ain't duckin no action
+But bitch nigga it's crackin
+You can't find a nigga up in the street that say I'm lackin
+Goofy niggas talking goofy
+Cap and get the 30 clip
+Niggas talkin shit
+Lil Durk
+We up in this bitch
+Ma big homie call me and he said get rich and bond him out
+I ain't hear it from a crowd
+I heard it from his word of mouth
+Got a "Orbit"(c) 30-shot 40 for a "dirty mouth"
+Rob a nigga for a count
+That's crackin Kyle's we trappin hot
+[Chorus]
+I'm a JackBoy
+Don't get jacked ya boy
+Have my Lamron niggas to come jack ya boy
+Have my O.T.F niggas come and jack ya boy
+Have my O'Block niggas to come jack ya boy
+I'm a JackBoy
+Don't get jacked ya boy
+Have my Dro City niggas to come jack ya boy
+Have my O.T.F niggas come and jack ya boy
+Have my 4-6 niggas to come jack ya boy
+
+"L's"3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Blessings Remix[Hook 1]
+I ain't lose a lot of my niggas in a long time, so you know I
+Ride or die for my niggas, so pussy nigga don't try
+We way up I feel blessed
+Bitch we right now fuck who's next
+I'm way up, I feel blessed, nigga
+I'm way up, I feel blessed, nigga
+I feel blessed, I feel blessed, nigga
+I'm way up, I feel blessed, nigga
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Reese]
+Hollow tips all in the tec nigga
+If I don't hit you, then that means that you blessed nigga
+If I don't hit you, then imma hit the next nigga
+And the next nigga, yeah you blessed nigga
+Fuck around with us and get wet nigga
+Young niggas that'll still wet niggas
+40 cal, 30 Smith and Wesson nigga
+Fuck around with us that's a blessing nigga
+We don't fuck with niggas that's a blessing nigga
+To fuck with the gang that's a blessing nigga
+Mama said don't go outside, still went outside
+Came back & whooped my ass, learned a lesson nigga
+Had to fuck your bitch, she was desperate nigga
+Had to separate myself, yeah separate nigga
+All my life I been helping niggas
+Said all my life I been helping niggas
+[Hook 2]
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+3-4 gun cases a blessing, 40 automatic Glock, Smith and Wesson
+Ask the opps bout that show down in Weston
+He had a pipe, and bro had to test 'em
+OTF 300 niggas reckless
+Meek jeweler a blessing, let me put 30 on a necklace
+Lost my cousin Nuski I'm stressing
+2012, signed my deal for 600k
+Shoot 'em up in the broad day, if I hear 300 or 600k
+Meek wanted to sign me, TIP wanted to sign me
+He knows I'm a savage, got goons right behind me
+Killers from the east and the west and a few in New Yor
+And Miami, Baltimore, Cali
+Atlanta and Oakland where killas be ridin'
+Bitch I'm a blessing, fuck all the opps we ain't sneakin' or hidin'
+
+[Hook 3]
+Album drop May 12th, they waiting on my gang
+Getting bars by myself, and I dare 'em reach for my chain
+Do a nigga like Kane
+Try to do me like that but I know he can't
+
+[Hook 1 & 2]6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+All She Want[Produced by Metro Boomin]
+
+[Intro] (Cash Out)
+"Durk...she neva seen no money man"
+"You ain't neva seen no real money, baby"
+
+[Hook] (Cash Out)
+All she want is a nigga with some money (she want that money man)
+All she want is a nigga with some money (she love niggas with money)
+Well you got the right one baby cuz I'm stacked (you got the right one baby)
+And you think you seen some money, you ain't seen nothing (you ain't seen some real money baby)
+She like boy why you talkin to me? (talkin to me)
+Cuz I ain't gotta talk, my money talkin for me (talkin for me)
+All she want is a nigga with some money (she like that money man)
+All she want is a nigga with some money and you can't knock her for that
+
+[Verse 1] (Lil Durk)
+Cashin out, we cash out
+Don't miss a beat or you ashed out
+Rollie on me like twenty thou
+Turned down for what? You can't hear me now
+Dees on me got the brighten on me
+My car too, I'm Bentley'd down
+Used to flex with a box Chevy and now I flex with a Bentley now
+Good hoes, they love me
+Them classy hoes, they love me too
+They say they on my squad
+And now you see what that money do
+Got bricks all in my garage
+That trap house doin numbers too
+Shittin on these haters
+My watching taking a number 2
+Real money that's old money
+That rap money is just a flip
+Mismatchin designer, I go hard on that Ester shit
+Yo man, he want love and affection
+With me, love out the question
+Let's get it
+[Hook] (Cash Out)
+All she want is a nigga with some money (she want that money man)
+All she want is a nigga with some money (she love niggas with money)
+Well you got the right one baby cuz I'm stacked (you got the right one baby)
+And you think you seen some money, you ain't seen nothing (you ain't seen some real money baby)
+She like boy why you talkin to me? (talkin to me)
+Cuz I ain't gotta talk, my money talkin for me (talkin for me)
+All she want is a nigga with some money (she like that money man)
+All she want is a nigga with some money and you can't knock her for that
+
+[Verse 2] (Cashout)
+All she want is a nigga with some money
+She say that broke niggas hate on niggas with that money
+She like kickin shit with me cuz she know I'm stuntin
+No frontin, just pumpin
+And we throw it in the air, we ball baby
+Diamonds in my fish tank
+Money in bout six banks
+Walk around with my nose tooted up like my shit don't stank
+Eatin over here, it's a movie, they stressed out, please don't blank
+Cuz you might miss something
+Why miss your bitch or something?
+When I come around, I turn these hoes to cheaters
+Now he spend his re-up up on cheaters
+First single went platinum, that's a teaser
+She walk in my house, she like who stay here, Ceaser?
+[Hook] (Cash Out)
+All she want is a nigga with some money (she want that money man)
+All she want is a nigga with some money (she love niggas with money)
+Well you got the right one baby cuz I'm stacked (you got the right one baby)
+And you think you seen some money, you ain't seen nothing (you ain't seen some real money baby)
+She like boy why you talkin to me? (talkin to me)
+Cuz I ain't gotta talk, my money talkin for me (talkin for me)
+All she want is a nigga with some money (she like that money man)
+All she want is a nigga with some money and you can't knock her for that
+
+[Verse 3] (Lil Durk)
+These bitches will fuck for fame
+These bitches will fuck for names
+These bitches be fuckin lame
+These broke niggas, that's a fuckin shame
+Walk in the club doin thirty thousand
+Young nigga move, young niggas wildin
+Red or green ders, my chain Italian
+Money machine cuz I don't like to count it
+Ride around with Keisha, with a bitch named Keisha
+All these hoes they need us, all these hoes they eaters
+Bad bitch doing threesomes
+Ball shit throw meters
+Talk about millions, OTF in the building
+Paid in full, check
+Checker bag, check
+Bad bitch, check
+I'm just a young nigga with a check
+Turn up!
+[Hook] (Cash Out)
+All she want is a nigga with some money (she want that money man)
+All she want is a nigga with some money (she love niggas with money)
+Well you got the right one baby cuz I'm stacked (you got the right one baby)
+And you think you seen some money, you ain't seen nothing (you ain't seen some real money baby)
+She like boy why you talkin to me? (talkin to me)
+Cuz I ain't gotta talk, my money talkin for me (talkin for me)
+All she want is a nigga with some money (she like that money man)
+All she want is a nigga with some money and you can't knock her for that2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I Got Dat Sack[Intro]
+
+Let's Get it
+L's
+Im on 3hunna shit right now
+OTF
+What up berg?
+[Verse]
+
+In the hood, going hard
+Niggas know I’m bout that action
+Got that 30 ride that will whoop
+So you pussies stop that acting
+Adrianas 30 deep, I get paid it’s all my actions
+I made L's, in Chicago, got the city go bananas
+Got 300 on my neck, so you know I’m with the shit
+On parole, drop the opps, OTF we taking risks
+Niggas say they ran me off
+You know I can’t run for shit
+Even though they hate me first
+I can’t let them hate for shit
+Got a chance, 2012, nigga I can’t change for shit
+Fucking hoes, running hoes, and we’re acting like the shit
+Claim 300, got a deal, now they begging for the dick
+She was on a nigga …you should have seen this bitch
+Went to jail, cut the dreads, but I’m still a fucking hitta
+She mistake me with a nigga, but he still my fucking nigga
+And I’ve lost too many guys, hold a grudge for my nigga
+Hold a grudge for my niggas
+Man I love my niggas
+Cop the range, all black, ain’t gotta stunt cause I got it
+Watching me, be safe, best believe my niggas got it
+Run up on me, try to rob me, you gonn make me catch a case
+Niggas talking all that shit, you gonn make me catch his face
+Let’s get it!
+
+L's
+Aye last of a dying breed coming soon
+Just a little sneak peak
+Just some Sorry For The Wait shit
+Aye free the guys
+OTF man
+GBE we see y'all god
+Shouts to Louie2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+He Say She Say[Intro]
+He say and she say, squad!
+
+[Hook]
+She say he say he mad, cause I fucked his bitch
+Confronted him in his face, he ain't say shit
+She say she like my ways, she can't take my shit
+Don't believe you when he say, he won't take my shit
+He say she say shit [x8]
+
+[Verse]
+Me and bro bang bro his bitch, that's when he say shit
+And I say that I have my .30, and he ain't say shit
+Cash out, Louis sweater, Margiela, and it be that shit
+He say my KC is 30, and it won't be my shit but I did
+She say don't take out my kid, she say I won't be shit
+Now I'm the shit, hopped on G shit
+I copped me a brick, I copped me a crib
+Wish I would change, I'm never the chain
+My car was a Range, one night in no rain
+Just say she want brain, she think I'm a stain
+She think I'm a lame, said "Baby, I'm hot"
+Bitch I'm on top, bitch I got guap
+She say I won't pop with a 4 on my pop
+That purse they drop, don't do that to my squad
+OTF my squad, she say we go hard
+They say we go hard, 2013
+We took a big loss, don't believe
+[Hook]8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Believe It or Not[Intro]
+Let's get it
+
+[Chorus]
+Did drills on that corner, shed blood for that block
+Did bid for informants, I'll kill for that block
+Out late selling cocoa, had the guns in the spot
+Old heads with that old bread will never get a new slot
+Believe it or not (believe it or not)
+Believe it or not nigga yeah 4x
+
+[Verse 1]
+Got the spot booming yeah, shopping like it Bloomingdale
+Try to hit us with a real nah
+Think its Christmas how we moving bells
+Take a L that's a mission fail
+Pussy nigga don't try again
+Cali trips send it through the mail
+Hoping UPS not the feds
+Me and my thinking is too legit
+Took little Charles on stupid shit
+Hoping you don't eat no pork my nigga
+Fuck around and get your kufi hit
+Glock drawn for a mickey mouse
+Fuck around and get a goofy hit
+Put 200 hundred on the dash nigga
+Now I'm going on some movie shit
+All the hitter shit started that
+15 hundred how you ball with that
+Jail call ain't no calling back
+Snake me once and I'm falling back
+Drop a 8 with a percocet
+On the block went to war for that
+OTF go to war for that
+OTF I go to war for them
+[Chorus]
+Did drills on that corner, shed blood for that block
+Did big for informants, I'll kill for that block
+Out late selling coka, had the guns in the spot
+Old heads with that old bread will never get a new slot
+Believe it or not (believe it or not)
+Believe it or not nigga yeah 4xEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Street Life (Outro)[Intro: DJ Bigga Rankin]
+"See the goal, is always gonna be get out the streets. You'll see quitting while you're here means ending one chapter and starting a new one. I'mma keep the trigger off safety and, my eyes on the prize. God got my back and, my balls gonna make sure I stand 10 toes down. Middle finger to the muthafuckin' world! Durk, end this chapter!"
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Summertime shootouts
+Everybody a shooter
+Glock poppin' now before this
+Everybody had rugers
+I was broke and I was down, now I'm all about the mula
+Vet bitches super desperate, I call her ass a cougar
+Hit a cape got no traffic, bro call my ass a uber
+Can't starve I gotta make it, I'mma turn this shit a movie
+Black opps, niggas know I'm the wack opps
+I'm the face, no mascot
+300 pounds of jackpot and I used to sell-
+Dummy bags for the ps you come short
+Dope doin' 20k, got a choppa on the porch
+I got a choppa on the porch and a yopper in the crutch
+I got fo nem in the bush
+You ever had to wake up to yo' mans like he's somebody else
+The trick I'm lookin' up like, Lord somebody help
+I can't feel my face I swear I feel I'm by myself
+I've been to war nobodys left
+
+[Hook: BJ The Chicago Kid]
+Street life
+I'm tryna make it out this street life
+I'm tryna make it out this street, oooh
+Yea, yeaah, street life
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+Hermes sneaks, I'm just kickin' flavor
+A booth tryna make a hit, like imma kick it later (aye)
+30k a show, I'm tryna get to 80
+And get my mama a new crib, and brother new Mercedes
+And get my niggas out the trap, my sister out the Navy
+And get Zayden from his mama, I know them bitches hate me
+And yeah the streets raised me, can't count nobody out, (?)
+I might take p's to the lam, and get the keys to the lamb
+Appartments to a mansion, school pants to fashion
+Razor scooters to Banshees, dog food not a pantry
+Fo nem learned the hard way, dog food and the hard way
+I used to trap up out that hallway
+
+[Outro: BJ The Chicago Kid]
+Street life
+Rest in peace to my niggas that never made it out of the street life, cause everybody don't make it out
+I'm tryna make it out that street life
+Yeaah, make it out the street life1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Dead Niggas[Intro]
+Due to some violent content, parental discretion is advised
+What, if you ain't know this is DJ Millticket
+
+[Hook]
+The streets don't really love you like I love you
+Money over bitches is what I learned too
+Can't change on my niggas because they blood too
+And if you thinkin' that we soft nigga fuck you
+Pour up shots for them dead niggas
+We gon' start something for them dead niggas
+Tuck yo' tail if you scared, nigga
+Where I'm from we take a chance nigga
+Ohh, takin' chances
+Where I'm from we just takin' chances
+Ohh, we takin' chances
+Where I'm from niggas takin' chances
+
+[Verse 1]
+Took some chances I was on the grind
+Smokin' dope, toting poles, hangin' on the 9
+DJ, ZDD, and Booda they people was always slime
+The opps catch me lackin', pussy nigga stop cryin'
+Lost Pluto and Vito, we mobbin' like Vito
+For Nuski and Chino, got Glocks and kilos
+Say I'm Hollywood, I ain't got a grammy bitch I love the hood
+We kill, never mind bitch he in the woods
+Shot niggas, never got shot though
+My bitch charged but I got caught with a Glock though
+The wrong place the wrong time got you tacos
+You ain't shit in these streets without yo' nachos
+No, no
+[Hook]
+The streets don't really love you like I love you
+Money over bitches is what I learned too
+Can't change on my niggas because they blood too
+And if you thinkin' that we soft nigga fuck you
+Pour up shots for them dead niggas
+We gon' start something for them dead niggas
+Tuck yo' tail if you scared, nigga
+Where I'm from we take a chance nigga
+Ohh, takin' chances
+Where I'm from we just takin' chances
+Ohh, we takin' chances
+Where I'm from niggas takin' chances
+
+[Verse 2]
+How you loyal nigga, I can count on one hand who loyal nigga
+If your gang, I can show you one nigga who loyal with you
+Never gave me money never gave me shit
+Never told me that you love me, always put my name in Hell
+Never said free my name, put money up on my bail
+Mixing birds, never gave me still, you ain't even give me a chance
+I'm like damn I got bands, I'ma split it with my mans
+I'ma buy the block guns, drugs and a couple vans
+Gotta be real to 'em, you can even ask the fans
+And how I been through it all, nigga fuck the feds
+Like duckin' what, real shooter niggas tuckin' what
+And we was broke and we ain't had nothing
+[Hook]
+The streets don't really love you like I love you
+Money over bitches is what I learned too
+Can't change on my niggas because they blood too
+And if you thinkin' that we soft nigga fuck you
+Pour up shots for them dead niggas
+We gon' start something for them dead niggas
+Tuck yo' tail if you scared, nigga
+Where I'm from we take a chance nigga
+Ohh, takin' chances
+Where I'm from we just takin' chances
+Ohh, we takin' chances
+Where I'm from niggas takin' chancesEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Voices In My Head[Hook:]
+I got voices in my head tell me buy expensive shit
+I got voices in my head tell me buy the newest whip
+I got voices in my head (In my head)
+I got voices in my head (In my head)
+I got voices in my head saying the feds on me
+I got voices in my head saying niggas' police
+I got voices in my head (In my head)
+I got voices in my head (In my head)
+
+[Verse: 1]
+I got voices in my head saying the feds on me
+And I kinda believe it cause sell 'bout 63
+I got [?] for the low make your connect come shout with me
+Cause my name what it is make your bitch give top to me
+Rolling up this dope you see I'm higher than I'm supposed to be
+Police ass niggas and these bitches can't get close to me
+Phantom ghost keep telling me, put this white all over me
+Louis squares all over me, these Gucci jeans all over me
+Purp shit, mix it with the Sprite you get that perfect shit
+Hate it when I get high then i run into a dirty bitch
+Love it when I get new pussy cause she know I murder it
+Voices in my head telling Lil Durk to murder it
+(Squad!)
+
+[Hook:]
+[Verse: 2]
+Keep the Glock up in the box, police all into me
+No Twitter shit, you snitching in the jam just don't mention me
+Friends turn to enemies, all the one they friendemies
+Flexing on the nigga know my finger be my Bentley key
+Semi bitch, off the Remy bitch, give me remy bitch
+Always saying give me bitch, all she know is give me dick
+Penny shit, always had to grind, they ain't give me shit
+300, OTF, GBE, we been the shit
+Stunt cause I want too
+Flex cause I want too
+Money team, I could spend a check if I want to
+Flex if I want too
+Stunt if I want too
+Money team, I could blow a check if I want to
+
+[Hook:]6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Off The Shits[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+My pockets put a couple bands on my wrist
+Got my own shit, ain't gotta put on for the shits
+A lot of bitches choosin' 'cause they like the team I'm with
+These niggas think I'm losin' but I'm really off the shits
+I be off the shits, I really be off the shits
+I be off the shits, I really be off the shits
+A lot of niggas losing but they don't be off the shits
+A lot of bitches choosin' 'cause they don't be off the shits
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Niggas fuck with that lean shit, I really be off of that lean shit
+I could say what I rap 'cause niggas know I be with that street shit
+Couple of them flex got me pouring up that reject
+Got me up high on the moon, tweakin' like I'm ET
+Call one of them hittas up, put me one of them hittas up
+Then slide to the factory, make all the bitches come chill with us
+Got all the purp', sip all the syrup, got me movin' slow as her
+Be cool before you be allowed to share
+I won but you see a lot of Durk
+They copy me, don't copy me, a lot of niggas be mockin' me
+I'm on one, ain't no stopping me
+It's been one 'cause we got the streets
+LeBron, you could bring the heat
+I'm on one, ain't no stoppin' me
+It's been one 'cause we got the streets
+LeBron, you could bring the heat
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+My pockets put a couple bands on my wrist
+Got my own shit, ain't gotta put on for the shits
+A lot of bitches choosin' 'cause they like the team I'm with
+These niggas think I'm losin' but I'm really off the shits
+I be off the shits, I really be off the shits
+I be off the shits, I really be off the shits
+A lot of niggas losing but they don't be off the shits
+A lot of bitches choosin' 'cause they don't be off the shits
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Reese]
+Stop playing, boy, I'm off the shits, eyes bloodshot red, I'm on that viking shit
+OTF, O-Block, Lamron, 3hunna, stop playin', boy, we been in this shit
+Off one, off two, 02, 03, young nigga straight doing out hits
+Kick a nigga door face on the floor, everybody on the block thirsty, trying to hit licks
+Got the shit and my couple Louis belts hold me up, lil' nigga, catch how we do this
+Off a flat, now I'm flying like a bitch, never trust a bitch so she gon' do dicks
+OTF to the grave, boy, I gotta get paid for that bread I'm goin' hard like Ace
+Kush too strong, kush my face, can't be broke, so the paper I chase
+Run up in the spot, we gon' take the whole safe
+Don't come back 'cause the shit ain't safe
+Knock a nigga down have my mans steal the case, tough gettin' around the block with an eighth
+On the block, yeah, you know I gotta move weight
+My name hold weight so there's guns in this place
+My name hold weight so there's guns in this place
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+My pockets put a couple bands on my wrist
+Got my own shit, ain't gotta put on for the shits
+A lot of bitches choosin' 'cause they like the team I'm with
+These niggas think I'm losin' but I'm really off the shits
+I be off the shits, I really be off the shits
+I be off the shits, I really be off the shits
+A lot of niggas losing but they don't be off the shits
+A lot of bitches choosin' 'cause they don't be off the shits4EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Victim[Pre-Hook: Lil Durk]
+Long nights in the trenches, get it
+Cooking dope in my momma kitchen
+Serving junkies kill the whole city
+December nights turn me cold nigga
+Never rat the street cold nigga
+Never been a Rico nigga
+Bought a plug the keys lil nigga
+Jewelry cost a kilo nigga
+
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+Don't fall victim, victim, victim, victim, victim, victim
+Don't fall victim, victim, victim, victim, victim, victim
+Don't fall victim, victim, victim, victim, victim, victim
+Don't fall victim, victim, victim, victim, victim, victim
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Came from the trenches
+December 24th we had wet shit
+Don't fall out over no bitches
+You saving these hoes we villians
+We used to hit licks on mansions
+Split the whole shit down the middle
+Four guns and one rental
+Everybody shoot pistols
+We just rapping to clean the money
+Before this booth we was serving junkies
+Where I'm from these streets are hungry
+And we got guns like we serve the country
+Drillnois just kill the noise
+Killers with me and they unemployed
+In my prime I'm a younger Floyd
+Made a 20 off another droid
+Hit the trap I might buy a birdie
+Call Obama this shit is urgent
+Got some kids out here thats hurtin'
+Got some kids out here thats servin'
+Got some kids out here that purgin'
+Been through this shit I ain't never nervous
+And my cup is forever dirty
+And my life is forever dirty
+[Pre-Hook: Lil Durk]
+Long nights in the trenches, get it
+Cooking dope in my momma kitchen
+Serving junkies kill the whole city
+December nights turn me cold nigga
+Never rat the street cold nigga
+Never been a Rico nigga
+Bought a plug the keys lil nigga
+Jewelry cost a kilo nigga
+
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+Don't fall victim, victim, victim, victim, victim, victim
+Don't fall victim, victim, victim, victim, victim, victim
+Don't fall victim, victim, victim, victim, victim, victim
+Don't fall victim, victim, victim, victim, victim, victim
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+Trigger finger, itchy, itchy, itchy
+In the trenches getting money with me
+Fucking bitches get them in they feelings
+Fuck 'em raw just so she can feel it
+Dope boy got the kitchen whippin
+Drum nuts looking like mickey
+Tweakin' nigga think you smoking mickey
+Shot the muzzle drill the whole city
+Grammy got love for you yeah
+[?]  blood for you yeah
+Say you was down in the mud for you yeah
+Them niggas a motherfucker yeah
+I was there when Fo'nem got booked
+I was there when Rio got cooked
+I was there when the war first started
+I was there when blocks got took
+Snitch niggas brought the nation down
+Get out they gotta face it now
+Red nose boy I hate a clown
+Real killers they go chasing down
+So don't fall victim, victim, victim, victim, victim, victim
+Get killed if you wit' them, wit' them, wit' them, wit' them, wit' them, wit' them
+[Pre-Hook: Lil Durk]
+Long nights in the trenches, get it
+Cooking dope in my momma kitchen
+Serving junkies kill the whole city
+December nights turn me cold nigga
+Never rat the street cold nigga
+Never been a Rico nigga
+Bought a plug the keys lil nigga
+Jewelry cost a kilo nigga
+
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+Don't fall victim, victim, victim, victim, victim, victim
+Don't fall victim, victim, victim, victim, victim, victim
+Don't fall victim, victim, victim, victim, victim, victim
+Don't fall victim, victim, victim, victim, victim, victim1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Drugz In My Life[Intro:]
+Hate being wasted
+Let's get it
+
+[Hook:]
+The drug man don't deliver
+I'm in this bitch so sober
+My bitch get off at 9
+At 6 she took my Rover
+I can't think straight
+I need drugz in my life
+I can't think straight
+I need drugz in my life
+How the stoners keep that dope smoke
+Promethazine so slow
+I can't be sober no mo
+Hate being sober
+I rather be wasted
+Hate being sober
+I rather be wasted
+I can't think straight
+I need drugz in my life
+I can't think straight
+I need drugz in my life
+I can't think straight
+I need drugz in my life
+I can't think straight
+I need drugz in my life
+[First verse:]
+I can't think straight I need drugs bad
+I ain't tryna show no love bae
+Got 4 in my cup and I don't give a fuck
+Tell your bitch to turn up and bring more drugs
+Lil bitch and she roll with gang
+Pop a pill now she roll with me
+Big bankroll in my jeans
+So you know ain't no cuffin me
+But you know how it go though
+Bring a backwood down and I'll roll though
+Got a white bitch with me named Coco
+She in love with the D in her coco
+All my niggas they flexin finessin
+Off of them drugs but you know they be reckless
+When we pull up we be aimin at chests
+All my niggas they aimin at reckless know that they reckless
+
+[Hook:]
+The drug man don't deliver
+I'm in this bitch so sober
+My bitch get off at 9
+At 6 she took my Rover
+I can't think straight
+I need drugz in my life
+I can't think straight
+I need drugz in my life
+How the stoners keep that dope smoke
+Promethazine so slow
+I can't be sober no mo
+Hate being sober
+I rather be wasted
+Hate being sober
+I rather be wasted
+I can't think straight
+I need drugz in my life
+I can't think straight
+I need drugz in my life
+I can't think straight
+I need drugz in my life
+I can't think straight
+I need drugz in my life
+[Second verse:]
+You need the lean killin' [?]
+Last night I was so drunk
+I was up in stars dreaming purple mixed in as the potion
+Keep me sleepy [?] ro-sé
+Sippin addict pimpin THC I'm stonin dippin
+And its 8 in the morning, Im still goin hard though
+And I'm hard in Chicago, the mix make the time slow
+I promise just taste it, that Red Bull to chase it
+Let's make a toast, let's make a toast cause we made it
+
+[Hook:]
+The drug man don't deliver
+I'm in this bitch so sober
+My bitch get off at 9
+It's 6 she took my Rover
+I can't think straight
+I need drugz in my life
+I can't think straight
+I need drugz in my life
+How the stoners keep that dope smoke
+Promethazine so slow
+I can't be sober no mo
+Hate being sober
+I rather be wasted
+Hate being sober
+I rather be wasted
+I can't think straight
+I need drugz in my life
+I can't think straight
+I need drugz in my life
+I can't think straight
+I need drugz in my life
+I can't think straight
+I need drugz in my life1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Nobody[Intro]
+My niggas down to catch a body, Ohhh!
+Shout J.D out man
+King of Chicago man
+Niggas know how the fuck we rocking squad
+I’m telling these niggas, You hear me
+L’s
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Fuck all the opp niggas, my niggas pop niggas
+Slide through and they drop niggas
+No soda they pop niggas
+Fuck niggas dont rock wit us
+We dont rock with
+Nobodyyyyy, Nobodyyyyy (Nobody,Nobody)
+You ain't no killer you ain't kill nobody (bow!)
+I sip on that lean I don't sip wit nobody (I’m sipping on lean I dont sip wit nobody)
+When I was locked up I ain't have nobody (nobody)
+I’m talking bout nobodyyyyy(nobodyy)
+Let’s go , Let’s go, Let’s go, Let’s go
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Cut up for a check
+Why diss he ain't where I'm at
+My block my city where I'm at
+Nobody never gave me shit
+Now got this pint of this Act
+When niggas ain't never give me shit
+My momma struggled tryna borrow with hundreds
+To make sure we was with
+Never with out
+You ain’t gone shoot pussy, you never whip out
+Twenty-five city tour off a mixtape
+Nigga look at the clout
+No shoes to designer nigga look at me now
+No sleep to a mansion nigga look at my house
+If no one know, you should you know
+Paid for guns, paid for lawyers
+Paid my dudes funerals
+Nobody was in my corner
+Nobody gave me shit, I had earned it
+And I told my gang I wasn’t done
+In my corner it was nobody
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Fuck all the opp niggas, my niggas pop niggas
+Slide through and they drop niggas
+No soda they pop niggas
+Fuck niggas dont rock wit us
+We dont rock with
+Nobodyyyyy, Nobodyyyyy (Nobody,Nobody)
+You ain't no killer you ain't kill nobody (bow!)
+I sip on that lean I dont sip wit nobody (I’m sipping on lean I don't sip wit nobody)
+When I was locked up I ain't have nobody (nobody)
+I’m talkin bout nobodyyyyy (nobodyy)
+Let’s go , Let’s go, Let’s go, Let’s go
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+30 on me, 50 on me
+Bape on me, safe on me
+Trap with me, wraith on me
+Broke boys get away from me
+Bad bitches want to taste on me
+Choppa bullets don’t play homie ,let it spray homie
+Bitch nigga, today can be your day homie
+Lil Durk bitch I’m with that (gang)
+Pussy get kidnapped (aye)
+Pussy just sit back, five 30 like a kitkat
+Dogg Pound with me, Rest In Peace little Polo shawty
+I just pulled off in a Audi
+Nigga should not had doubted me
+Before all this rap shit been savage
+Look at my clarity diamonds
+Ever since I been with shawty
+These bitches been eyeing me (get out of here 2x)
+These niggas is bitches I know they some hoes
+Let’s get it, L’s
+(Where you going?!)
+I’m ridin through Lamron wit all of my woes!
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Fuck all the opp niggas, my niggas pop niggas
+Slide through and they drop niggas
+No soda they pop niggas
+Fuck niggas dont rock wit us
+We dont rock with
+Nobodyyyyy, Nobodyyyyy (Nobody,Nobody)
+You ain't no killer you ain't kill nobody (bow!)
+I sip on that lean I don't sip wit nobody (I’m sipping on lean I dont sip wit nobody)
+When I was locked up I ain't have nobody (nobody)
+I’m talking bout nobodyyyyy(nobodyy)
+Let’s go , Let’s go, Let’s go, Let’s goEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Way More (Snippet)[Lyrics from Snippet]
+
+They don't want to see us come alive
+How the niggas who went hollywood steady rappin' about the trenches?
+Cut niggas off, they was all in their feelings
+I told him cut his bitch off seen her ridin' with them niggas
+And I find that shit crazy they hate who be against me
+Yeah I'm so ten toes I'm who they fuckin' with
+You niggas talkin' bad about me tell 'em suck a dick
+I told my brothers that we blood I don't know who my cousins is
+And if you is you hang with them you know what is it
+I swear I'd go back to jail for all my brother's kids
+I swear I'd go back to jail to see my brothers live
+Shoot shoot then file the ambulance make sure you dead for real
+Yo' parents rich you sip with spoons my family ain't left a will
+And we ain't doin' no sneaky talk they ass had left for real
+And why he talkin' out his chest like he a (?) still
+Them niggas ain't worried about no shooters they was made to kill
+I put my heart inside my music I got pain for real
+Justin lost his grandma I got pain for him
+Made me call my grandma way more
+And since she changed my life I gotta change yoursEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Shooters[Intro]
+Stuntman, woah, woah
+
+[Hook: Antt Beatz]
+Nigga I just bought a chopstick, no Benihanas
+And I got that AR, so where the drummer
+Got an old ass Tommy gun that got bodies on it
+Come get me nigga, I don't worry, no I keep it coming
+
+[Verse 1: Snap Dogg]
+Niggas swear that they shooters, ain't shot shit
+Ask about me, they gon' tell you that I drop shit
+When Glock clips on hot shit, really hit your top bitch
+I can put this chopper down drop quick
+Y'all be beefing over pussy nigga?
+I swear y'all some pussy niggas
+On weak shit, beef shit
+Y'all ain't with that street shit
+I shot up your whole body, closed casket, y'all can't see shit
+(Shit there goes Snap Dogg)
+That's an opp nigga
+That's my chop nigga
+I'm really with the shit, do your homework
+Coulda put my niggas on you but I do my own dirt
+
+[Hook: Antt Beatz]
+Nigga I just bought a chopstick, no Benihanas
+And I got that AR, so where the drama
+Got an old ass Tommy gun that got bodies on it
+Come get me nigga, I don't worry, no I keep it coming
+[Bridge: Snap Dogg]
+I don't need no shooter, I'm my own shooter
+I don't need no shooter, I'm my own shooter
+I don't need no shooter, I'm my own shooter
+It was them got the shooters, we ain't (?)
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+Game is water, stand in them trenches with .45s raining
+Show money go up to 50, them niggas can't be jaded
+Red light, green light, catch you at red at night my city dangerous
+Cause your life, you cool, but when you're dead niggas make you famous
+Homicide been looking for me, riding around with my bitch
+There go Durk, let's get him, (?) cops and (?)
+Hit that Smith and tell these rappers diss 'em
+Swish 'em, catch 'em, blick 'em
+Instagram and Snapchat might be the calls of the victims
+I don't need to shoot, I know my brothers got me
+I got Rugers, Macs, .40s, 90s, wooden Dracos with the handle
+Fuck a rumor nigga, ask me for the truth
+And I'm talking (?) street, (?) I got the juice
+
+[Hook: Antt Beatz]
+Nigga I just bought a chopstick, no Benihanas
+And I got that AR, so where the drama
+Got an old ass Tommy gun that got bodies on it
+Come get me nigga, I don't worry, no I keep it coming
+[Bridge: Snap Dogg]
+I don't need no shooter, I'm my own shooter
+I don't need no shooter, I'm my own shooter
+I don't need no shooter, I'm my own shooter
+It was them got the shooters, we ain't (?)2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+No Fear[Intro]
+Turn up, turn up, turn up
+
+[Verse]
+I just sold drugs to a junkie got me feelin' like the devil
+I just went into my jeweler then I iced out me a bezel (Iced out me a bezel)
+Rats inside a war yeah, pass the (?)
+In the trenches in Margielas pull out money then they jealous
+Now I'm rockin' Balmain, came a long way from them embellish
+My momma raised a man but I told her that I'm mental
+Pull out the money and grab it
+Pull out his diamonds and grab 'em (take 'em)
+Kidnap his ass and grab 'em
+Get off them racks and grab 'em (take 'em)
+I say warriors, these bitches gon' worry us
+That Glock is B.I.G., my shooter Notorious
+And I've been to Cali, they can't extort us
+Young bull on the come up, Bobby Portis
+And I grab them both I'm investing
+Off them drugs I stuck my dick inside my bestie (I'm messy)
+You was my plug but I found out you tryin' to finesse me (bitch)
+Yoh think I'ma trick on my fam, arrest me (shhh, don't say nothin')
+Someone please call 911 (Let's get it, L)
+It's a murder please call 911 (pull up in, let's get it)
+Pull up in that 911 (That's that new Porshe 911)
+Shorty they gon' cop down some (Let's get it, brrt)
+I be hangin' 'round the murderers (murderers)
+I woke with some murderers
+My brothers they some murderers (they some murderers)
+My red bottoms they some murderers (turn up)
+My momma know the worst
+She ain't no fan but she know my verse (she know my verse)
+Margiela Margiela my shirt (Margiela Margiela my shirt)
+With this uzi I feel like Lil Vert (yeah yeah)
+Just put my momma in a mansion (yeah yeah)
+Bro he on parole but he be tryin' chance it (Let's get it)
+And I gotta tract that mail where it's landing (where it's landing)
+Rob me just don't chance it I'm with them bandits
+[Outro]
+With them bandits, with them bandits
+I'm with them bandits, I'm with them bandits
+You tryin' rob me just don't chance it
+You tryin' rob me just don't chance it
+It's a murder1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Dem Niggaz[Chorus]
+Never put a bitch before dem niggas
+Niggas in my blood, never snitch on dem niggas
+I never btm on niggas
+Never taking leave you in that bitch all in the building
+No, I take a case for dem niggas
+Run up on the niggas, take a face for dem niggas
+No, roll that L's 3 times for dem niggas
+Life, love, loyalty, I be there for my niggas
+
+[Verse 1]
+Wake up around 100 niggas, lord know this shit is real
+Never gave me my niggas name, that's why they sentenced me a year
+Loyal but I'm self made, for them wait I gotta deal
+No medication in my eyes, I told you that it's Benadryl
+2012 white Hummer, same year, my summer
+300 that's the game, L's up, but we don't draw numbers
+Beams on that Glock 10, now you're facing head trauma
+48 grammy, even death know I ain't saying nothin'
+Both away, don't bark yourself, swear my car it parks itself
+I'm selling white, no Michael Phelps, know that money marks the death
+But I still take my chances for my son and OTF
+Deep inside my bro ain't tell them anything I know them, that's respect
+
+[Chorus]
+Never put a bitch before dem niggas
+Niggas in my blood, never snitch on dem niggas
+I never btm on niggas
+Never taking leave you in that bitch all in the building
+No, I take a case for dem niggas
+Run up on the niggas, take a face for dem niggas
+No, roll that L's 3 times for dem niggas
+Life, love, loyalty, I be there for my niggas
+[Verse 2]
+Even though I've called my case and jack boys tying to catch my face
+Police trying to add a case, don't want me see another day
+They branchin off these niggas, that wanna see a nigga break
+Pride is all I got, now I'm working on my inner faith
+Gave my niggas 15, it's easy doing 13 straight
+But it's hard deep inside, know it's maybe 28
+But I'ma hold them down, long as loyalty be on my face
+I'ma stick around, long as these clown niggas don't get my face
+L's, them fake ass niggas, them snake ass niggas
+[?], duck tape ass niggas
+No rat ass niggas, keep TEC ass niggas
+You can't get right, I leave them left ass niggas, let's get it
+
+[Chorus]
+Never put a bitch before dem niggas
+Niggas in my blood, never snitch on dem niggas
+I never btm on niggas
+Never taking leave you in that bitch all in the building
+No, I take a case for dem niggas
+Run up on the niggas, take a face for dem niggas
+No, roll that L's 3 times for dem niggas
+Life, love, loyalty, I be there for my niggasEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Trenches[Intro: Lil Durk]
+Straight gang shit, you know how the fuck we rockin' man
+Got JL in this muthafucka, OJ, Doodie Lo what up gang?
+And Ikey, wassup bro?
+
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+I come from them trenches
+Shorty 'nem on a mission
+That right price, lil bro will get you missin'
+Them clips always extended
+My gang, we be in it tho
+You ain't no killa, ain't kill shit
+You ain't no killa, ain't kill shit
+You ain't no killa, ain't kill shit
+You ain't no killa, ain't kill shit
+
+[Verse 1: ?]
+300 who I'm in the field with
+Real niggas who I drill with
+Off the drank I don't feel shit
+Off the perc I'mma kill shit
+I'm just tryna to get a meal bitch
+Glock on me it's extended
+Run up on me you finished
+Lord forgive me I've been sinnin'
+With the gang we chillin'
+Busting jugs 'round the city
+Kuku gang they with me
+Don't try Durk, shit get risky
+We pull up with them FNs
+Them four-fives and them glizzys
+Fat boy, he with me
+He gon' squeeze the shit til it's empty
+[Verse 2: ? &Lil Durk]
+In them trenches with them glizzys
+Sticks on us and I'm messin'
+Cocaine got us messin'
+Leave a fuck nigga missing
+On the block yea we tippin'
+Pull up getcha business
+Bust some jugs, mind your business
+Catch a murder, kill a witness
+My trigger finger still itchin'
+My double cup I'm still sippin'
+Trap hard with them glizzys
+Them clips always extended
+12 on me I'm dippin'
+Niggas ain't really killin'
+What the fuck nigga, niggas trippin'
+Gang gang gang!
+
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+I come from them trenches
+Shorty 'nem on a mission
+That right price, lil bro will get you missin'
+Them clips always extended
+My gang, we be in it tho
+You ain't no killa, ain't kill shit
+You ain't no killa, ain't kill shit
+You ain't no killa, ain't kill shit
+You ain't no killa, ain't kill shit
+[Verse 3: OTF Ikey]
+Got sum killas that kill somethin'
+AMG they kill for me
+Know sum gangstas that a kill sumthin'
+Got sum breeze that a kill sumthin'
+Nigga try me, know you dead nigga
+I ran in racks on yo ass nigga [?]
+Sliding in and out the vans nigga
+Fuck The Game, you lil prosecutor [?]
+Kuku gang bring a lot of rugers
+Them and us, that's a lot of shootas
+50 pounds, that's a lot of Tooka
+50 cash, spent it on a jeweler
+I'm around, I'mma make a movie
+Glock drum for a fuckin' goofy
+Gotta watch they a try do me
+Hah!
+
+[Verse 4: ?]
+You ain't no killa, ain't kill shit
+My niggas hop out the real hits
+Big shells, let them feel it
+Hold my drank, and don't spill shit
+Call 12 he wanna drill shit
+Banana clip come peal shit
+Pop a xan I can't feel shit
+Numb shit, we on dumb shit
+Suck it fast, I might cum quick
+Never see me with a bum bitch
+Buffalo Wild Wings
+Only time you a drumstick
+Drumsticks and the glizzys now
+Free GK, that's my city now
+Free all them hittas out
+Run up on me, click clack pow
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+I come from them trenches
+Shorty 'nem on a mission
+That right price, lil bro will get you missin'
+Them clips always extendedMy gang, we be in it tho
+You ain't no killa, ain't kill shit
+You ain't no killa, ain't kill shit
+You ain't no killa, ain't kill shit
+You ain't no killa, ain't kill shit3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Internet[Hook: Lil Durk]
+Pussy boy, you ain't been a threat
+Talkin' trash, boy you been doin' that
+Yo' baby momma, boy we've been in that
+You ain't even bought a Bentley yet
+Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat
+Street niggas gettin' Rapchat
+Ask 'em 'bout that boy I'm 'bout that
+You just do it for the internet
+You just do it for the internet
+You just do it for the internet
+You just do it for the internet
+You just do it for the internet
+You just do it for the internet
+You just do it for the internet
+You just do it for the internet
+You just do it for the internet
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+You a killa with a gun emoji
+And yo' baby daddy been a goofy
+They bossin' over Cali, eatin' sushi
+Brown Yeezys on me, color dookie
+Took a point, wanna hang me
+In the trenches where I'm famous
+Bank broke, that's the same shit
+Switch-a-roo that's the same shit
+Snap me threats like I'm worried 'bout 'em
+Fineese his ass, got the syrup out 'em
+20k for a 16
+He ain't never got a verse out 'em
+The other side we ain't worried 'bout 'em
+Tell them bitches we don't care about 'em
+Hit the bank get some bills out it
+Hit the hood with Benzs Matic
+She wanna suck me 'til my kids fall
+Cut her off like a jigsaw
+Suck me up, face eggnog
+'Lil Durk but I'm a big dawg
+Twitter niggas wanna kill me
+Instagram wanna kill me
+Snapchat wanna kill me
+Periscope wanna kill me (Gang!)
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+Pussy boy, you ain't been a threat
+Talkin' trash, boy you been doin' that
+Yo' baby momma, boy we've been in that
+You ain't even bought a Bentley yet
+Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat
+Street niggas gettin' Rapchat
+Ask 'em 'bout that boy I'm 'bout that
+You just do it for the internet
+You just do it for the internet
+You just do it for the internet
+You just do it for the internet
+You just do it for the internet
+You just do it for the internet
+You just do it for the internet
+You just do it for the internet
+You just do it for the internet
+
+[Verse 2: Young Thug & Lil Durk]
+I'm drinkin' Act, not no Similac
+Used to be broke, you remember that
+My diamonds cold like December back
+In the back of the hoe like a centerback
+I was just run with the purple bag
+Man I was just riding with that loud pack
+I got four hoes on the top of me
+Man I gotta take me a virgin
+You got a fat ass, she gon' shake it
+I don't want no fat on yo' waist, yeah
+You talkin' that shit on the 'Gram
+It's never same thing that it's tagged me in yeah
+You on Snapchat goin' crazy
+I fuck around, go in and embrace it
+Ain't nobody seein' yo' Facebook
+That shit movin' slow as the Matrix
+Fuck around and take her to the basement
+Fuck around and blast on yo' face, yeah
+Fuck around and clear this place, yeah
+Fuck around and buy MySpace
+I'm chargin' 100 bands a day
+You can invade my space, yeah
+Tough talkin' we ain't in to that
+(Pussy boy you ain't been a threat)
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+Talkin' trash, boy you been doin' that
+Yo' baby momma, boy we've been in that
+You ain't even bought a Bentley yet
+Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat
+Street niggas gettin' Rapchat
+Ask 'em 'bout that boy I'm 'bout that
+You just do it for the internet
+You just do it for the internet
+You just do it for the internet
+You just do it for the internet
+You just do it for the internet
+You just do it for the internet
+You just do it for the internet
+You just do it for the internet
+You just do it for the internet5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Fuck Em[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+One thing bout my niggas man my niggas with it
+Even with this money it won't make us different
+Man down, to them niggas I'm a menace
+Whole bird flipping shit like I'm a gymnast
+Tell em fuck em, I tell em fuck em
+Niggas fake, bitches fake and I can't trust em
+Tell em fuck em, I tell em fuck em
+Niggas snakes, niggas jakes, I can't trust them
+Let's get it
+One thing bout my niggas man my niggas with it
+Even with this money it won't make us different
+Man down, to them niggas I'm a menace
+Whole bird flipping shit like I'm a gymnast
+Tell em fuck em, I tell em fuck em
+Niggas fake, bitches fake and I can't trust em
+Tell em fuck em, I tell em fuck em
+Niggas snakes, niggas jakes, I can't trust them
+Let's get it
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+I don't fuck with a lot of niggas, before this deal, on my kids
+I was robbing niggas
+Truckin niggas, them guys ain't want no problems with us
+My homie thirsty, he the one that called get a with you
+I'm ready, I'm out here with 11, a monster with the gun
+And nigga ugly like he's betty
+Don't really need no gloves, my palms ain't never sweaty
+I've been want ta spaz but my bro ain't never let me
+I'm shootin, call action, run up and then I'm clapping
+Don't get caught with this rappin, I make a call you vanish
+No dj with this cannon, you know I keep this cannon
+No dj with this cannon, you know I keep this cannon, let's get it
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2: French Montana]
+I tell em fuck em, black dickies with them choppers
+We them niggas cause [?] young and born line the…
+All the police trying to cuff us, and they bitches try to fuck us
+And the fuck niggas they duck us, told some butter for the…
+It's nothing, nothing ain't changed, nothing but chains
+But watch us, spend my advance, boss on cocaine
+And choppas
+For the love of money, hustler…nigga working with that white bitch corner hustling flow
+Nigga, no lie, my 45 and both eyes be low…
+Niggas wasn't balling before the rap shit, now keep a real
+Ask about us coke boy, shit for real
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+One thing bout my niggas man my niggas with it
+Even with this money it won't make us different
+Man down, to them niggas I'm a menace
+Whole bird flipping shit like I'm a gymnast
+Tell em fuck em, I tell em fuck em
+Niggas fake, bitches fake and I can't trust em
+Tell em fuck em, I tell em fuck em
+Niggas snakes, niggas jakes, I can't trust them
+Let's get it
+One thing bout my niggas man my niggas with it
+Even with this money it won't make us different
+Man down, to them niggas I'm a menace
+Whole bird flipping shit like I'm a gymnast
+Tell em fuck em, I tell em fuck em
+Niggas fake, bitches fake and I can't trust em
+Tell em fuck em, I tell em fuck em
+Niggas snakes, niggas jakes, I can't trust them
+Let's get it
+[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
+Fuck around and get duck tapes, my lil niggas they savage
+Ride around with choppers, my lil niggas talk reckless
+They innocence…water whipping my block …
+OTF they trapping
+Fast cars that panorama, 2 door, fuck a Honda
+Rubber grip, fuck condom, …get your ass smoke like al back no computer
+Where that mac at, run up on me get shot back
+Old black where the top at, bad bitch, where the top at
+Cooling, out west with my niggas, we telling where the tops at and I do it
+Niggas know they can't fuck around, niggas know when we come around
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+One thing bout my niggas man my niggas with it
+Even with this money it won't make us different
+Man down, to them niggas I'm a menace
+Whole bird flipping shit like I'm a gymnast
+Tell em fuck em, I tell em fuck em
+Niggas fake, bitches fake and I can't trust em
+Tell em fuck em, I tell em fuck em
+Niggas snakes, niggas jakes, I can't trust them
+Let's get it
+One thing bout my niggas man my niggas with it
+Even with this money it won't make us different
+Man down, to them niggas I'm a menace
+Whole bird flipping shit like I'm a gymnast
+Tell em fuck em, I tell em fuck em
+Niggas fake, bitches fake and I can't trust em
+Tell em fuck em, I tell em fuck em
+Niggas snakes, niggas jakes, I can't trust them
+Let's get it2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Drugs R Us (Remix)[Hook: Boss Baka]
+Bitch I'm rollin, yeah I'm geeking
+Off the ack it got me leanin
+My eyes red like a demon
+Feel like pookie bitch feenin
+Cause these drugs are for us
+I'm like a kid, Toys R Us
+Spend them bands on them drugs
+Cause these drugs are for us
+
+[Verse 1: Boss Baka]
+Said these drugs are for us
+I'm like a kid, Toys R Us
+Spend them bands on them drugs
+Call EJ he rollin up
+Tell my bitch roll it up
+You flow my blunt I fuck you up
+Off a flat I clap you up
+Drop a fo' slowin up
+Young and rich we all up
+Thats yo bitch don't kiss her
+Cause I'm the guy she fucking us
+Off the molly she turnin up
+
+[Hook]
+Bitch I'm rollin, yeah I'm geeking
+Off the ack it got me leanin
+My eyes red like a demon
+Feel like pookie bitch feenin
+Cause these drugs are for us
+I'm like a kid, Toys R Us
+Spend them bands on them drugs
+Cause these drugs are for us
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+Dope got me feenin
+I'm off the shit I'm tweakin
+Bankrolls come up in the club got 'em geekin
+Do I love drugs hell yeah I feel like leakin
+Catch me in VIP with the squad turn so smeekin
+Lean lean lean lean lean lean I need drugs
+Fuck you want my blunt you never put on for the drugs
+You only know my IG why you tryna get a hug
+You ain't gotta play stoner just to know that I'm a thug
+Bitch I need my drugs
+Foreign bitch I show no love
+Bitch I am the plug
+
+[Hook]
+Bitch I'm rollin, yeah I'm geeking
+Off the ack it got me leanin
+My eyes red like a demon
+Feel like pookie bitch feenin.....EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Remember[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Times ain't eat right
+Call my nigga I keep pipe, street life
+Gotta tote that .30 of that street life
+3 Mice they ain’t Blind I know them niggas see right
+All the rats, sign the papers gave my daddy 10 lifes
+Niggas say I switched up shit
+Only thing i switched up was me chasin' a bitch
+Or me chansin' the M's
+Millions of murders
+Where I'm from is millions of murders
+He a snitch he ain't straight, he ain't cursive
+I put my city on, niggas hate, that I put my city on
+I'm a baws i dont give a fuck i got my diddy on
+I'm be he's weight till a pussy nigga send me home
+I keep that fifth (5th), like an Alcoholic
+I Can’t Sit (Why ?) this Money Calling
+I need jewel, drugs, cars and a crib wit parking
+I see a opp with sparkin'
+And they know that they Dead Meat
+We a family not a gang, and we out here play for keeps
+Baby momma trippin' thinking she gonna get fed for free
+Better start working bitch, Lil Durk ain't no deadbeat, but i keep that red beam!
+Jojo talking, wilding out
+Where he at, take him out
+So many bricks in the trap, we can make a house
+Money is go off in, you go off in cloud
+Brono lost that crowd for ten, he dont know when he's comin out
+Durk album sittin' at the label when he coming out
+Name popping got my shit popping I ain't droppin' out
+Call Kanye West he ain't the only nigga dropping out
+400K first day, yeah they Jockin' now
+[Verse 2: Durk]
+I just bought more choppas dont get extra wet
+OTF, Nuski gang bitch am reppin' that
+Its a murder scene while im stabbin' that
+Shoot out from far back, bitch you catchin dat
+Yeh that bitch go Boom, Boom, Boom, Boomm!
+Car go Zoom, Zoom, Zoom, Zoomm!
+No new niggas, ain't no room
+Bitch i am a goon
+(Let's get it)
+
+[Outro]
+Remember my name
+Remember my name
+Remember my name
+One thing i can't change
+Remember my name
+Remember my name
+Remember my name
+One thing i can't change
+Let's get it!1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I’m On[Chorus]
+I see a opp I take his life for him
+We rob and kill that's that shit that Im on
+Can't trust a soul that's why I keep that pipe on
+Can't trust a soul that's why I keep that pipe on
+Im on that's that shit that shit that Im on, can't trust a soul that's why I keep that pipe on
+Im on that's that shit that Im on
+I see an opp Ima take his life for him
+
+[Verse: 1]
+Rob a nigga quick that's what im on
+Pounds of that lawn know is ice on
+Make-a-face time him like an iPhone
+My nigga took 15 wait till law wrong, roll the belt backwards throw the L's up
+Avoid the drama, I neva tell none
+I be on the block, where they'll drill sum
+My Lil niggas ready to kill sum
+Don't let this rap shit come up and fool ya
+I got my tools up and im a hitta (x2)
+You run up on me and your are finished (L's)
+
+[Chorus]
+I see a opp I take his life for him
+We rob and kill that's that shit that Im on
+Can't trust a soul that's why I keep that pipe on
+Can't trust a soul that's why I keep that pipe on
+Im on that's that shit that shit that Im on, can't trust a soul that's why I keep that pipe on
+Im on that's that shit that Im on
+I see an opp Ima take his life for him
+[Verse: 2]
+Niggas get confused with this rap bath
+Bitch im in the streets im in traffic
+Nigga run up on me then it's tragic
+That drama leaves his ass in a casket
+Gucci belt and Gucci bandana
+That hamma got a banana
+That choppa chop him down French Montana
+My Robbas posted like bandanas
+O.T.F that's what im on
+300 shit that's what im on
+Niggas claimin numbas bitch you been on, niggas tryna make it bitch we been on
+
+[Chorus]
+I see a opp I take his life for him
+We rob and kill that's that shit that Im on
+Can't trust a soul that's why I keep that pipe on
+Can't trust a soul that's why I keep that pipe on
+Im on that's that shit that shit that Im on, can't trust a soul that's why I keep that pipe on
+Im on that's that shit that Im on
+I see an opp Ima take his life for him2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Introduce Me[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Drugs got parts, my niggas got parts, life behind bars
+Introduce me to the streets
+Money got parts, in the kitchen cook it hard, and I'm riding in foreign cars
+Introduce me to the streets
+Introduce me to the streets (to the streets, to the streets)
+Introduce me to the streets
+Introduce me to the streets (to the streets, to the streets)
+Introduce me to the streets
+Introduce me to the streets (to the streets, to the streets)
+Introduce me to the streets
+Introduce me to the streets (to the streets, to the streets)
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Let's get it!
+I first caught my case when I was 17
+Free Rio, they trying to give him 17
+Money, drugs got me introduced to everything
+Got me signed to the streets with no wedding ring
+Just cocaina, get wet up, Aquafina
+Auto-tune, I'm a singer, I'm in that jam no singer
+They see we got a leader
+These niggas trying to linger
+I caught a case and beat it, Ike and Tina
+Never thought I'd make it out the 'hood
+.40 .40 on my waist deep, no Meagan Good
+What I explain ain't got to be understood
+Money and my squad got me out the 'hood
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Drugs got parts, my niggas got parts, life behind bars
+Introduce me to the streets
+Money got parts, in the kitchen cook it hard, and I'm riding in foreign cars
+Introduce me to the streets
+Introduce me to the streets (to the streets, to the streets)
+Introduce me to the streets
+Introduce me to the streets (to the streets, to the streets)
+Introduce me to the streets
+Introduce me to the streets (to the streets, to the streets)
+Introduce me to the streets
+Introduce me to the streets (to the streets, to the streets)
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+Grew up off Link and low-income
+Savage in the streets, ain't no 'ho in them
+I be sipping lean until my face is numb
+I'm thumbing through a check until my fingers numb
+Streets a motherfucker, can't trust a motherfucker
+Niggas be super-bitches, can't spare a crumb for you
+Why keep that drug money?
+Why keep that plug, homie?
+I'm going broke, just pull that plug on me
+Life behind bars ain't the same no more
+Niggas ain't your niggas, ain't the same no more
+Change for $100 ain't no money no more
+Niggas ain't starving, they ain't hungry no more
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Drugs got parts, my niggas got parts, life behind bars
+Introduce me to the streets
+Money got parts, in the kitchen cook it hard, and I'm riding in foreign cars
+Introduce me to the streets
+Introduce me to the streets (to the streets, to the streets)
+Introduce me to the streets
+Introduce me to the streets (to the streets, to the streets)
+Introduce me to the streets
+Introduce me to the streets (to the streets, to the streets)
+Introduce me to the streets
+Introduce me to the streets (to the streets, to the streets)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Ten Toes*Lyrics from Snippets
+
+[Intro]
+I know it's crazy [?] ([?])
+
+[Chorus]
+I'ma stand ten toes like a hunnid dimes
+I loved yo' ass to death, say it a hunnid times
+And he ain't tell, we did a hunnid crimes
+So don't try it, we reactin', we ain't lettin' it fly, oh
+You turned your back on me, you fucked the gang, huh
+To be around him, man, that shit was strange, yeah
+I show you what I want, but I don't show that pain
+I stunt alone when I was in that range
+
+[Verse 1]
+That shit crazy when nigga died, that shit was a tragedy
+I tell 'em "no, I can't pay for nothing," they was mad at me
+'Bout to go and get insurance, life ain't guaranteed
+You can't even volunteer if you a felony
+He just finished doing ten, don't see no jail walls
+You can never mention homi's in a jail call
+You gon' go to trial, the state gon' try to play you
+They gon' give you max if them bitches able
+Or yo' bond gon' be so high 'cause they think you Abel
+Look at yo' skin, why you playin', you know them crackers hate you
+Every time you need me I tell you "come and get it"
+Tried to cut that bond money, they ain't come with it (Yeah, yeah)
+[Chorus]
+I'ma stand ten toes like a hunnid dimes
+I loved yo' ass to death, say it a hunnid times
+And he ain't tell, we did a hunnid crimes
+So don't try it, we reactin', we ain't lettin' it fly, oh
+You turned your back on me, you fucked the gang, huh
+To be around him, man, that shit was strange, yeah
+I show you what I want, but I don't show that pain
+I stunt alone when I was in that range
+
+[Verse 2]
+...saying names
+
+[Chorus]
+I'ma stand ten toes like a hunnid dimes
+I loved yo' ass to death, say it a hunnid times
+And he ain't tell, we did a hunnid crimes
+So don't try it, we reactin', we ain't lettin' it fly, oh
+You turned your back on me, you fucked the gang, huh
+To be around him, man, that shit was strange, yeah
+I show you what I want, but I don't show that pain
+I stunt alone when I was in that rangeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Since You Been Away[Intro: Lil Durk]
+Chopsquad
+You gotta close your eyes to feel this, ya feel me?
+It's like the beat talkin' to you like
+Like you can really have a conversation with this motherfucker
+Huh, I'm 'bout to talk to you though
+Chopsquad
+Yeah yeah yeah
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Since you been away
+I been down and lonely
+Since you been away
+I been thinkin' of you
+Tryna understand the reason you left me
+What are we goin' through, hell
+Like Yeeaaah
+I'm tryna get rich I'm tryna get rich, yuh
+Yeeaaaah
+Put my money on my mind, family up on my mind, yeah yeah yeah
+Yeeaaah
+Imma turn it up Imma turn it up Imma turn it up, yeah
+Like they don't know what I'm goin' through
+They don't know what I'm goin' through
+What I'm goin' through, yeah yeah
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+I spent nights on that black block
+There a nigga try me when I'm out
+Then I got caught
+Police know my face, so I gotta play that back block
+Call of Duty, Chiraq
+You know I'm a Black Op
+So I gotta whack opps
+? made me nervous cause his death was on my conscience
+Was pulled over, he wasn't swervin' and drivin' I'm being honest
+Nobody to blame
+I'm wipin' that apartment
+Where Nuski died the same night we ridin', sparkin'
+Load it, reload it, jumpin' out sparkin'
+I ain't gotta talk, I know the F-E-D's watchin'
+Money Power Respect, I made myself a target
+JMoney was my brother I mean this
+Niggas nowadays don't mean shit
+At ? funeral it was still tears
+I love my niggas like my brotha's momma kids
+And loyalty go a long way
+I just want my dick sucked, I had a long day
+Jesus
+I remember niggas ain't believe us
+I told DThang tables turnin', they gon' need us
+Like fiends need the needles
+We was out here strapped like Adidas
+C-Belt, they gon' felt everything he felt
+Mama felt, we felt
+Put the family first, everything else gon' be there
+If we want war, we gon' declare
+This time don't wait on nobody, yeah
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Since you been away
+I been down and lonely
+Since you been away
+I been thinkin' of you
+Tryna understand the...
+Reason you left me
+What are we goin' through, hell
+Like Yeeaaah
+I'm tryna get rich I'm tryna get rich, yuh
+Yeeaaaah
+Put my money on my mind, family up on my mind, yeah yeah yeah
+Yeeaaah
+Imma turn it up Imma turn it up Imma turn it up, yeah
+Like they don't know what I'm goin' through
+They don't know what I'm goin' through
+What I'm goin' through, yeah yeahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Love MeI Dont Seen So Much Im Scared For For Life
+Me And My Money Gone ball For Life
+My Nigga Crado Got Tards With Life
+Gods On My Side So Im All For Life
+Young Nigga Still Hitting Kick door
+Every Four Bloccs Nigga Switch Flow
+You Knew Yours Fuccin Mans Was Snitch Doe
+So Why The Hell You Take Him On A Licc For
+Ion Fucc With These Hoes Or These bitch Ass Niggas
+Everytime I Pull Up On My Dicc Ass Niggas
+Gawd Damn I Always Wanted To be A Rich Ass Nigga
+Chasing These Hoes better Get Cash Nigga
+And The bicth That Im With Said She Love Me
+Bitch You Only Love This Money
+I Promise ??  Get Ugly Shell Up And Leave And Say Fucc Me
+But I Ain't Even Trippin Ima Keep It Pimpin
+They Mad Cuz A Young Nigga Staccing All These Digits
+Worry bout Other Niggas Actin Like Sum bitches
+If Rap Dont Work Then We On The blocc Tippin
+
+If Rap Dont Work Then We On The blocc Trippin
+I Was Tryna Get It Tryna Get It How We Get It
+Niggas Claiming Shit And They Really Ain't With It
+Lot Of Niggas Claimin Shit And They Really Ain't With It
+Fucced Your bitch Now She Tell Me She Love Me
+Bitch I Only Love This Money Play With Me And Shit Gone Get Ugly
+Knocc Him Down Hit Him With Sum Chunky And Im Stil On The blocc
+I Call 6-4 Everybody Know Im The Youngest Kid Though
+Now All Of A Sudden Everybody With The Shits Though
+But Then Again Them Niggas Ain't On Shit Though
+Pull up Doin Hits Thats Ugly Every Nigga You See Me With Shoot For Me
+Pull Of ?? Saying Thats Ugly but im only chasing after money Get In My Way Then
+Im Gettin All Dummy Succa Get In My Way Then Im Gettin All Dummy2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Molly Girl[Hook: Lil Durk]
+I'm in Molly World, I need a molly girl
+Pineapple swirl keep me in Molly World
+Bite down because I'm bussin', feel on top of the world
+I'm out here off a molly I need a molly girl
+I'm in Molly World, I'm in Molly World
+Bitch I'm out here bussin', I need a molly girl
+I'm in Molly World, I'm in Molly World
+Bitch I'm off the shits, I need a molly girl
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Bitch I need a molly, I'm off one in the party
+I just copped me a 'Rari, I'm global like safari
+Your bitch she need a molly, she ride me like a Harley
+My chopper like a Harley, O.T.F. we in the party
+Yeah bitch, I'm rolling , all my bottles golden
+Got her in her zone, and take one, ain't no folding
+My dick that bitch be holding, all this money throwing
+All this money throwing, all this money throwing
+Bitch I'm 'bout that life. off one ain't no sleep
+Bitch you must be scared, off a whole, fuck a piece
+Bitch I'm in the streets, fuck nigga don't want no beef
+300 that's the team, 300 that's the team
+
+[Hook]
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+Molly girl my supermodel, I don't loan my Gucci goggles
+Pop one in my 'Rari riding, True Religion my true religion
+Foreign car, my roof missing, white on white, I'm a fool with it
+White on white, I'm a fool with it, that spotlight I'mma fool with it
+I'm out here like everyday, I get money in every way
+Went to jail for my petty case, Molly World that's a better place
+L's up in my haters' face, I'm energized like Gatorade
+Cooking shit like Rachael Ray, O.T.F. 'til the day I grave
+Bitch I'm out here rolling, all these bitches going
+Kush too strong, that potent, she wetter than the ocean
+Molly got her in motion, that lean is what I'm pouring
+Molly, where we going? That molly where we going
+
+[Hook]
+(x2)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Shots Fired[Produced By Paris Beuller & Rok Steady]
+
+[Hook]
+It been a lot of sneak dissing going on
+Niggas hating, bitches hating, cause we going strong
+Niggas, bitches, bet that price I got to get em gone
+On the internet beefing, we can get it on
+Shots fired [x4]
+It been a lot of sneak dissing going on
+Niggas hating, bitches hating, cause we going strong
+
+[Verse 1]
+What you mean I’m cool? I’m hot
+I’m on my block, I tote my Glocks
+I’m on your ass, your ass is dumb
+You think I’m not, your ass a fraud
+Think it’s war, then fire some shots
+All your squad can’t count no knots
+You superman, you saving thots
+I’m the shit,  bitch I’m a boss
+Get knocked off, I get em off
+Designer shit, bitch fuck the cost
+300 with me, hit em hard
+Play with me, you get em chopped
+Twitter beef will get em killed
+Instagram comments get em killed
+If you 'bout a beef for real
+I had this name before I had this deal
+Screaming names will get you murked
+Put on a shirt, I put in work
+OTF, my niggas worse
+We stay strapped, seatbelts and purse
+The tommy I got, got a job, shoot at ops, my tommy work
+Fuck your squad, my squad we hot
+If it’s beef, we send shots first
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2]
+All these rappers in Chicago
+All these rappers, they the same thing
+We took off and now they mad, but who is 300 to blame
+Call [?], bring that thang, I called up bro, he bring that chain
+All this shit up out that [?]
+All these bitches want that fame
+Treat my guys, I send em bread
+I do me, bitch I’m the shit
+How you get robbed and you ahead
+You ain’t out here, bitch you scared
+I lost [?] and I lost [?]
+I lost family, I lost cake
+All these niggas turned to snakes
+Free Buchanan, I can’t wait
+He get out, they change their face
+I call a bust, ain’t talking pace
+I smoke loud blunts to the face
+I fuck forty, give her face
+17, I caught my case
+So don’t be victim till my case
+Cokeboy, I’m a cokeboy
+I got dope boy, just stay in your lane
+[Hook]8EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Nobody 2nd[Intro:]
+
+
+[Hook]
+Fuck all the opp niggas
+My niggas pop niggas
+Slide through and they drop niggas
+No soda, they pop niggas
+Fuck niggas don't rock with us
+We don't rock with, nobody, nobody
+You ain't no killer, you ain't killed nobody
+I sip on that lean, ion sit with nobody
+When I was locked up, I ain't have nobody
+I'm talking bout nobody, nobody
+
+
+[Verse 1]
+Cut up for a check
+Why diss, he ain't where I'm at
+My block, my city where I'm at
+Nobody ever gave me shit
+I got this pint of this Act
+When niggas ain't never give me shit
+My mama struggled tryna borrow a hunnid
+To make sure we was with, Never without
+You ain't gone show, pussy
+Never whip out
+25 city tour, off a mixtape
+Nigga look at the clout
+No shoes to designer, Nigga look at me now
+No sleep to a mansion, nigga look at my house
+If no one knows, you should know
+Pay for guns, pay for lawyers, pay for dues, and funerals
+Nobody was in my corner, nobody gave me shit
+I had earned it
+And I told my gang, I want them
+In my corner it was nobody...
+[Hook]
+Fuck all the opp niggas
+My niggas pop niggas
+Slide through and they drop niggas
+No soda, they pop niggas
+Fuck niggas don't rock with us
+We don't rock with, nobody, nobody
+You ain't no killer, you ain't killed nobody
+I sip on that lean, ion sit with nobody
+When I was locked up, I ain't have nobody
+I'm talking bout nobody, nobody
+
+[verse 2]
+30 on me, 50 on me, bape on me, safe on me, trap with me
+Wraith on me
+Broke boys get away from me
+Bad bitches wanna taste on me
+Chopper bullets don't play, homie
+Let it spray homie
+Bitch nigga, today can be your day homie
+Lil Durk, bitch im with that
+Pussy get kidnapped, Pussy just sit back
+5:30 like a kit kat
+Dog pound with me
+R.I.P Lil Polo shawty
+I just pulled of in a Audi
+Niggas turn their head doubting m
+Before all this rush, bitch savage
+Look at my clarity, these diamonds
+Ever since I been with shawty, these bitches been eyein' me
+The niggas, these bitches, I know they some hoes
+I'm riding through Lamron with all of my woes
+[Hook]
+Fuck all the opp niggas
+My niggas pop niggas
+Slide through and they drop niggas
+No soda, they pop niggas
+Fuck niggas don't rock with us
+We don't rock with, nobody, nobody
+You ain't no killer, you ain't killed nobody
+I sip on that lean, ion sit with nobody
+When I was locked up, I ain't have nobody
+I'm talking bout nobody, nobody2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+10K[Intro]
+
+[Hook]
+I give 10k to my shooters, they shoot
+I give 10k to my Lawyers, Get them cases removed
+I spent 10k on my watch, Trinidad James my jewels
+I spent 10k on my ring, red bottom my shoe
+I spent 10k (x8)
+I spent 10k on my shooters, they shoot
+I spent 10k on my lawyers, get them cases removed
+
+[Verse]
+My shooters don't fuck around
+Hooker shit they gon' blow you down
+Where I'm from we lay you down
+Blue tips all on them AK rounds
+My shooter gon' shoot some shit
+My lil niggas don't fuck around
+Blow you down, you do some shit
+My lil niggas down fuck around
+Ask about me anywhere, OTF bitch, we like the zoo
+I be going anywhere where young niggas that like to shoot
+Homicide all on my dick, it ain't nothing that I can do
+Tell that shit to a snitch, I be Ray Charles when I'm in the zoo
+30's and Ninas, that Opp like a drought
+Pour a 4 now I'm leaning shoot the club now I'm out
+I'm Chiraq where I'm at, where other city's show out
+And they know about 3hunnid, if they don't then I'm out
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2]
+You get killed if you mention
+You'll get killed for attention
+Free my hittaz that's hitting
+Fuck a judge, Fuck the system
+Fuck the feds, Fuck P.D
+Fuck a friend, Fuck a opp
+Fuck your bitch, Fuck a block
+Fuck that money, that's marked
+Say my name bring the city out
+I'll make a call bring them hittas out
+Bet it all on my niggas, that mean I'm bringing a milli out
+When I flex bring the billy's out, benzes and raris
+Chiraq where it's real, where we shoot up the party
+These bitches is set up, make one move and get wet up
+See my niggas keep wetters, tell them niggas to catch up
+Make a name in the streets, make sure ain't nobody test us
+And you get drilled when there's beef, and you get gon' if you mess up
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Action[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+All blacked up, ready to come and act up
+300 easy for niggas to get wrapped up (No lie)
+Real life, my movie don’t come actors, (it don’t)
+Grabbing the clip, my niggas screaming action
+All blacked up, ready to come and act up
+300 easy for niggas to get wrapped up (No lie)
+Real life, my movie don’t come actors, (it don’t)
+Grabbing the clip, my niggas screaming action
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Name ringing, niggas be hating, that be the main reason
+Glad I’m paid, got niggas plus my niggas be sneak dissing
+Plotting on me, low key them niggas say how they going kill me
+Real niggas recognize real, how you can't feel me?
+O7', close range, no aim, they still miss me
+Caught them slipping, clip buck 50, the feds listening, get it
+My own mama warned me bout you fuck niggas
+Even she say that you look sneaky, can’t be trusted
+Since my daddy cheated no Drake, we having trust issues
+But I’m still taking my chances to come and fuck with you
+?, ? double cross me you'll get a shell
+Mickey lo he paralyzed but brosky know he getting well, let’s get it
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+All blacked up, ready to come and act up
+300 easy for niggas to get wrapped up
+Real life, my movie don’t come with actors
+I’m grabbing the clip and my niggas screaming action
+Screaming action, nigga we screaming action
+I’m got a clip no movie
+Screaming action, nigga we screaming action
+I’m got a clip no movie
+Screaming action, nigga we screaming action
+All blacked up, ready to come and act up
+300 easy for niggas to get wrapped up
+Real life, my movie don’t come with actors
+I’m grabbing the clip and my niggas screaming action
+Screaming action, nigga we screaming action
+I’m got a clip no movie
+Screaming action, nigga we screaming action
+I��m got a clip no movie
+Screaming action, nigga we screaming action
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+?, real in the streets, but to them I keep it real
+I know how these haters talking, hoping I can’t keep a deal
+Went to jail but for my brosky, now might copped that for an year
+2012 it set me back but o'thirteen this is my year
+Till I see a couple m, that’s when a nigga write his will
+Never tell, I get caught, I’ma spend my life in jail
+Peanut butter ? got me getting outta hella jam
+OTF got hella fans, bucking on these niggas
+Ain't no ducking on these niggas, I be uppin on these niggas
+Free my nigga rio, he be in it fucking with you nigga
+Nah, I’ma keep it real, if ain't had a deal
+I be rolling on the block like I’m rolling of a pill, let’s get it
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+All blacked up, ready to come and act up
+300 easy for niggas to get wrapped up
+Real life, my movie don’t come with actors
+I’m grabbing the clip and my niggas screaming action
+Screaming action, nigga we screaming action
+I’m got a clip no movie
+Screaming action, nigga we screaming action
+I’m got a clip no movie
+Screaming action, nigga we screaming action
+All blacked up, ready to come and act up
+300 easy for niggas to get wrapped up
+Real life, my movie don’t come with actors
+I’m grabbing the clip and my niggas screaming action
+Screaming action, nigga we screaming action
+I’m got a clip no movie
+Screaming action, nigga we screaming action
+I’m got a clip no movie
+Screaming action, nigga we screaming actionEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Back 2 Back[Hook: Hypno Carlito]
+All night sippin' lean and crackin' bars back to back
+Me and Durk in Cali coppin' cars back to back
+Sayin' she a spaceship that's some stars back to back
+Bro done rolled the loud, I'm crackin' Woods back to back
+I just fucked your bitch and I just fucked her back to back
+Copped designer kitchen, I don't where I am back to back
+We be in the club, we're poppin' bottles back to back
+So let DJ turn it up and play it back to back
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Shawty, I am a liar
+Come suck on this pacifier
+Rollie was 30 thousand
+I'm shootin', I'm tired of fightin'
+My bitches be A1, A1
+And I fucked this bitch and I ain't say nothin'
+Givenchy hood, no Trayvon
+Nighttime ride X6
+I8 for the daytime
+Gettin' this money for all these years
+Money longer, feedin' all the kids
+52 hundred for the Cartier
+Clip longer than barber chairs
+Elevated to the master room
+Who the fuck walkin' up the stairs?
+A white trip, Pearl Harbor, yeah
+Shawty toppin' like [?]
+Gucci home, got some Gucci tips
+Killers hoppin' out the Uber van
+All black like an Uber man
+Niggas hoeing me to sue and shit
+Hot bitches like suing shit
+Niggas talkin' 'bout we the gang, gang, gang
+We ain't overdoin' shit
+[Hook: Hypno Carlito]
+All night sippin' lean and crackin' bars back to back
+Me and Durk in Cali coppin' cars back to back
+Sayin' she a spaceship that's some stars back to back
+Bro done rolled the loud, I'm crackin' Woods back to back
+I just fucked your bitch and I just fucked her back to back
+Copped designer kitchen, I don't where I am back to back
+We be in the club, we're poppin' bottles back to back
+So let DJ turn it up and play it back to back
+
+[Verse 2: Hypno Carlito]
+Bro done rolled the loud and got me so high back to back
+We ain't got no money extra, hold that back to back
+Fuckin' her back to back
+Hypno Carlito get back to that
+Fuckin' wives, she got a man today
+A lot of diamonds, yeah, we havin' that
+I stay in designer, niggas be lyin'
+Rappin' 'bout money that they ain't got
+It's all 'bout timin', fuck a consignment
+No, we're not friends, no doubtin' that
+I'm OTF, yeah, it's gang, gang
+Your bitch wanna meet the gang, gang
+Introduce her to a gang bang
+He'll be mad that's his main thing
+Shooters cost a few thou'
+Got the tool out, move the fuck around
+100k that's the coupe now
+Same niggas, no new crowds
+Old friends gettin' to it now
+Bitch, I'm poppin' don't do me now
+Niggas better cool out
+[?] get in tune now
+[Hook: Hypno Carlito]
+All night sippin' lean and crackin' bars back to back
+Me and Durk in Cali coppin' cars back to back
+Sayin' she a spaceship that's some stars back to back
+Bro done rolled the loud, I'm crackin' Woods back to back
+I just fucked your bitch and I just fucked her back to back
+Copped designer kitchen, I don't where I am back to back
+We be in the club, we're poppin' bottles back to back
+So let DJ turn it up and play it back to backEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Oh Lord[Intro]
+Oh Lord, Oh Lord
+Forgive Me Father,Forgive Me Father
+
+[Hook]
+Oh Lord, I did that dirt
+Forgive Me Lord, I put in work
+I payed my dues, I made life worth it
+Before this rap shit, I made [?] count first
+Oh Lord, Forgive Me Father
+Oh Lord, Forgive Me Father
+
+[Verse 1]
+Forgive me for my sins, the judge off a ten
+The police lyin', I wasn't in that van
+But where im from, they want us in that system dead
+I payed lawyer fees, I paid for bro'nem Funeral
+I had it so, so tell me what you would do
+Alot of niggas acting real, but they fugazy
+Real niggas never fold like a suitcase
+Niggas tellin' statements all in that suitcase
+It hurt to tell who talking like a two face
+Nowadays you never know, who fake
+But real in my blood its in my bloodline
+But niggas hatin' on me, wish I won't shine
+But I'm out their league, I'm too hot
+Birds of a feather, im too fly
+Same niggas with me everyday I ain't lie
+Niggas wanna knock me off but it ain't Time
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2]
+Whoever sayin' real, dont lie
+They talkin' guns, they won't fight me
+Checker bag, I'm talkin' Nike
+Niggas seen me
+I'm a different breed, you can tell
+Niggas pray for my downfall, I wish em well
+You wifin' thots, ima kiss and tell
+Niggas can't make bail
+But I can see who real to me
+Only real niggas feelin me
+Ray charles can see
+My guns drawn, it's yall to me
+They tweet me if im good,call and see
+I check up on my niggas, daily
+What I do wrong for them to hate me?
+You can see me clip, hd
+
+[Hook]5EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Broke No Mo[Hook]
+My niggas told me that we good
+And we ain't gon' be broke no mo
+We live it up like its our last
+Like we can't live it up no mo
+I just wanna show these Old Timers
+They ain't shit no mo
+I'ma turn up on whoever
+I cannot go broke no mo
+Broke no mo, I can't go broke no mo
+Broke no mo, I can't go broke no mo
+I just wanna show these Old Timers
+They ain't shit no mo
+I'ma turn up on whoever
+I cannot go broke no mo
+
+[Verse 1]
+I can trust myself, I'm OTF
+So all that other shit you screamin', keep it over there
+I just want a check and 'nem before I check myself
+No nigga put me in my place, I got control myself
+Niggas in my face for the fame, never change
+These niggas gon' make me change
+Not change but change, damn
+Face bone 40 rearranged, damn
+Bitches say I'm hot, that I'm amazin'
+Crack call, drug deal, just can't go broke
+Never trust a nigga say he come from that club
+Real nigga out here, how I was broke
+Check a bag bitch, that's all I know
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2]
+Tax season, niggas know that MAC squeezin'
+Niggas hate when rumors 'round, then we back eatin'
+You real huh? Catch a opp and kill huh?
+Think I'm a stain, just chill bruh
+Now he in a wheelchair
+Before I hit a lick, I'ma put up for a brick
+I'ma put up for this shit, know I should give it to the mix
+I just got some pints, I'ma put 'em in a mix
+Bust a block like its blix, put a condo on my wrist
+We good, got a ball like woody
+Bro tote that fully, mo money
+Mo guns, mo pussy
+Mo problems, mo drama
+Red dot, no duckin'
+Green dot, we send mo money
+Picked up the car we comin'
+We far from broke
+Yeah!
+
+[Hook]6EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Live that LIfe[Intro]
+
+[Hook]
+I'm Tryna' live that life where my niggas get a million
+I'm tryna' live that life when that drug money brilliant
+I'm tryna' live that life, im tryna' live that life
+I'm tryna' live that life when my family set for life
+I'm tryna' live that life when my squad living right
+I'm tryna' live that life, im tryna' live that life
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Bum Rappers getting weak on the hooks (they weak)
+Yo' homie called and said he starving he low on the books (lets get it)
+You steady posting money on the books (face)
+Thats Instagram, thats instagram thats tell it all
+Yo' life on instagram and he'll tell it all (pussy)
+You get jacked up for some books and he'll tell it all
+Thats why ? on me. tell bro to mail it off
+Four shooters with me no bitches, set it off
+We shoot to kill, you shoot for names
+We rob for pounds, you rob for chains
+Get caught no saying names
+We see you blow yo brains(x2)
+Get caught you saying names
+
+{Hook}
+New connect said he shipping bricks from over seas
+Can't rob the connect if he shipping shit under 3
+My baby need a crib
+Only way my family eat
+Rapping only 50/50
+No guarantee we gone eat
+Police on my ass (nahhh)
+Gota' duck the Feds
+I'm beefing with the city (fuck em')
+I gotta duck for led
+Real niggas round me (300)
+To Keep my head on tabs
+You play you must be drunk
+Fo' them will leave you slump (L's)
+Du-du-du-duck tape yo mouth
+We send yo ass along
+Free my nigga Lough
+He gone come back from the saw
+
+{Hook}EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Last Breath*[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+My mama brought me a pair of Reeboks with her last check
+I'ma hold my city down until my last breath
+Whoever thought [?] in a shootout would be his last step
+I'm gon' keep the family together until my last breath
+I know a nigga who rapped and told, that's a lab rat
+I told my son I'ma run it up, but he wasn't alive yet
+I sold dope outside my granny crib she ain't allowed at
+If that man put his hands on my sister, man ain't allowed back
+That's the quickest way to get turned to a loud pack
+I'ma ask every rapper in the world to give my style back
+I remember fuckin' three, four hoes at soundcheck
+And he was right here since day one, you wasn't around yet
+A nigga walked outside my life, he ain't got found yet
+We catch that nigga, he barbecued, that shit Outback
+I'm just playin' my snake card, I gotta smile back
+Get alley-hooped to the opps, I can't allow that
+Do you tell me that you love me, that shit bother me
+If you really mean it, do you accept my apology?
+I'm just speaking to the trenches, this is all of me
+I'm just speaking to the streets, do you follow me?
+Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
+Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
+
+[Verse 2: NoCap]
+If they don't do nothin', they gon' remember us
+Ayy, we tote mops just like janitors
+"Forgive me right now," that's all I'm sayin' in my prayers (Sad)
+Know it ain't fair, but I'm Saint Laurent sweaters (Diwali)
+Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
+Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
+I'm from the hood, that's a privilege (That's a honor)
+Got mob ties, come get your wheels fixed (Yeah)
+Homicides, like sayin' you can die real quick (Yeah)
+Brown Louis bag like I'm Whitney
+Even in the winter, we watched that money fall (Summer too)
+Draw broken hearts when the windows fogged up (And guns too)
+Dude laid out flat, I wish I had a air pump (Holla)
+Me and my partner want the same nigga dead
+Let's go half on him (Yeah), don't need a stylist
+Hunnid racks inside my dresser (Don't need no dresser)
+She say she strip, guess she thought I wouldn't accept her ([?])
+Just left a bank and I still forgot to tell her (Yeah, yeah)
+But the last time, I fucked her friend without my [?] (Ha)
+I keep that iron, 'cause I watched the hate increase
+And I ain't lyin', I was in the jungle with them tigers more than Kylie (Chillin')
+In the streets, can't wait 'til I drop like Visine (Yeah, yeah)
+Fast cars is gettin' regular (Regular)
+A hunnid broads is gettin' regular (Gettin' regular)
+I'm healthy, bought a lotta carats, I'ma flood out the watch like [?]
+Said she a V, she don't have sex (Oh)
+'Til I bought that lil ho—
+She had a stack of papers, oh
+But all she wrote was "murder," oh
+Pop Adderalls and they devise my soul, ayy
+More dirt, enemies more
+I'm just speakin' to the hood, hope they hearin' me
+I'm just speakin' to the hood, nah, seriously
+Oh-oh-oh, oh-woah-ohEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Dirty[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+The way I did you in my past, I feel horrible
+Catch me cheatin' with some bitches, I felt I told the truth
+After tellin' money took over all my love for you
+I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love with you
+You did me dirty (whoa whoa)
+I did you dirty (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
+You did me dirty (whoa whoa)
+I did you dirty, I did you dirty
+
+[Verse 1: Hypno Carlito]
+Spend a lot of time on the road, I know you alone, you wish I was home
+Been times I ain't pick up the phone, smoke one to the dome, what know what you on
+You did me dirty, I did you dirty
+You saw them bitches always ask me and I say don't worry
+More money, more problems, don't care, just more dollars
+Fuck dude and who had cosigned him
+Sneak disser, pussy, so childish
+I'm lowkey bought a low rider
+We both got love we both hidin'
+I beat it up, I'm so violent
+Can't fly without my copilot
+You did me dirty, don't lie to me
+It's either yes or no, no probably
+No matter what, you s'posed to ride for me
+You kept some secrets that'll bother me
+But fuck that shit, just get on top of me
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+The way I did you in my past, I feel horrible
+Catch me cheatin' with some bitches, I felt I told the truth
+After tellin' money took over all my love for you
+I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love with you
+You did me dirty (whoa whoa)
+I did you dirty (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
+You did me dirty (whoa whoa)
+I did you dirty, I did you dirty
+
+[Verse 2: Yung Tory]
+You did me dirty, I did you dirty too
+You didn't want me when I was broke, now I pull up with convertible
+If you fuck another nigga, I swear I might murder you, ooh
+You say you the shit, no nigga I ain't heard of you, ooh
+Yeah I'm that nigga, she know
+You say that your man, he in the club, askin' for bottles, he broke
+VVS's in my mouth, so cold
+And I got Gucci on me nigga, I don't rock Polo, hey
+Got your bitch on me, asked her to roll-roll, hey
+Ayy just seen your bitch suckin' dick my nigga, I think you should take her home
+I'm smokin' dope out the zip my nigga, I swear I'm in love with this throat
+Why she on my line my nigga, your bitch do the most
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+The way I did you in my past, I feel horrible
+Catch me cheatin' with some bitches, I felt I told the truth
+After tellin' money took over all my love for you
+I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love with you
+You did me dirty (whoa whoa)
+I did you dirty (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
+You did me dirty (whoa whoa)
+I did you dirty, I did you dirtyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Streets Don’t Love Nobody*[Intro]
+(Yeah, yeah)
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+I spit my pain in the booth
+I mix this pain with the truth (Truth)
+Them niggas traded on you (You)
+My niggas traded on who?
+Them niggas traded on you
+They traded, I got the proof
+You hate the fact it's the truth (Truth)
+You made it, they ain't salute (Hey)
+
+[Post-Chorus: Lil Durk]
+The streets don't love nobody (Streets don't love nobody, yeah)
+The streets don't love nobody (Street don't love nobody)
+Don't make me catch a body (Don't make me catch a body)
+Don't make me catch a body
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Back then you ain't have no bodies
+Back then I ain't have nobody
+Them trenches come with a homi'
+Streets with me, man, I'm honest
+She'll put the coke in her bonnet
+Perc 30 make me vomit
+A hunnid racks, all hunnids
+Left him in jail rottin'
+Gotta watch out for who plottin'
+Please don't count my pockets
+Please don't count my (Pockets)
+You not a killa' fasho
+You like to start with these hoes
+I'ma sponsor that war like I'ma sponsor these clothes
+Next time niggas wanna' be inside critical (Yeah)
+Watch out for niggas shootin' subliminals (Yeah)
+Ain't wanna job rather be around criminals
+Nigga wit' money and try to belittle you
+Nigga wit' money and try to get rid of you
+Honoring rats, that shit is so pitiful
+You know you told, that shit gotta live wit' you
+Live wit' you (yeah, yeah)
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+I spit my pain in the booth
+I mix this pain with the truth (Truth)
+Them niggas traded on you (You)
+My niggas traded on who?
+Them niggas traded on you
+They traded, I got the proof
+You hate the fact it's the truth (Truth)
+You made it, they ain't salute (Hey)
+
+[Post-Chorus: Lil Durk]
+The streets don't love nobody (Streets don't love nobody, yeah)
+The streets don't love nobody (Street don't love nobody)
+Don't make me catch a body (Don't make me catch a body)
+Don't make me catch a body
+
+[Verse 2: Calboy]
+Quick, fast, when we see his ass, man, we gun him down (Man, we gun him down)
+I been where the killa's at, send them to ya house (Send them to ya house)
+Love my brothers and I show them love, that's without a doubt (That's without a doubt)
+Changed on me when I showed you love, can you tell me how? (Can you tell me how?)
+I'ma keep it a hunnid, stay one hunnid, keep it honest
+You know I come out from nothin'
+We was hustlin', I was strugglin' (I was strugglin')
+We get it crackin' in public
+I won't tolerate no fuck shit (No fuck shit)
+Stand on that block and we bust shit (And we bust shit)
+I'm takin' drugs just to function (Just to function)
+Keep it so real and I'm offed in it
+Pull up wit' the blick and we off niggas (We off niggas)
+In the trap, flip a lil' hard then we (Lil' hard then we)
+Catch a nigga slippin', on God, yeah (On God, yeah)
+Leave his ass on the boulevard, yeah (Ah, yeah)
+Draco leave a nigga scarred, yeah (Ah, yeah)
+Niggas changed, they ain't take that part, yeah (Ah, yeah)
+Outside steady losing my dawgs, yeah
+[?]
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+I spit my pain in the booth
+I mix this pain with the truth (Truth)
+Them niggas traded on you (You)
+My niggas traded on who?
+Them niggas traded on you
+They traded, I got the proof
+You hate the fact it's the truth (Truth)
+You made it, they ain't salute (Hey)
+
+[Post-Chorus: Lil Durk]
+The streets don't love nobody (Streets don't love nobody, yeah)
+The streets don't love nobody (Street don't love nobody)
+Don't make me catch a body (Don't make me catch a body)
+Don't make me catch a bodyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+227K[Verse 1]
+300 bulldogs, you know we run in packs
+Don't need to ask for niggas, they tell us where they at
+No hidin' and seek, sedentary where you at
+Even the blind can lead y'all where we at
+Why y'all sneak dissin' and hatin' on the guys
+Nigga you bitch made, a pussy in disguise
+You read the resume, you mustn't remind
+The shit you do, your own guys say you're lyin'
+Chillin' on 64th, don't smoke so I lean
+Choppers and handguns, got dope for the fiends
+I don't need everybody to tell me what I need
+Fuck yo' guys, pussy, Lamron we the team
+Word got back that y'all only wanna diss
+Half of the niggas you roll with don't want this
+I'm a hitta by myself, you can ask the bricks
+2-4-14 the niggas I roll with
+
+[Chorus]
+I'm not a hitta
+Somebody lied, I got two 40s for them niggas
+I got two 40s for them niggas
+I got two 40s for them niggas
+I am a monster like it's October 31st
+Roll up with the 9 and hit the niggas where it hurt
+If I die today, remember me like King Davie
+Buried Lil Moe, and this to tell him that we made it, hah
+[Verse 2]
+Lil Durk, nigga
+DD wanna get him
+I tell bro just wait and that I'mma hit him
+He think he king cause he got a couple pawns with him
+He think he hot cause he keep a couple frauds with him
+Bang
+I think he need God with him
+The Lam on him so I think he got some gods with him
+Okay, okay, we drinkin' Rozay
+Bullet holes and IVs with this gunplay
+2011, everybody think they killas now
+I call Murda, all them hittas down in D-town
+Some boonie moe got locked up, he think he chief now
+Until I call a couple drillas from the East Side, L's
+
+[Chorus]
+I'm not a hitta
+Somebody lied, I got two 40s for them niggas
+I got two 40s for them niggas
+I got two 40s for them niggas
+I am a monster like it's October 31st
+Roll up with the 9 and hit the niggas where it hurt
+If I die today, remember me like King Davie
+Buried Lil Moe, and this to tell him that we made it, hahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+WYDTMYeah
+Baby what you do to me
+Take a ride baby
+Take a ride baby
+Take a ride with me in my car
+Dont take it wrong i'm a star
+I want you baby go hard
+Lets take a ride off to mars
+Couple hate you baby I may
+Everybody left you, I say
+You backed out of a lot of relations
+And we ain't got a relation baby
+
+What you do to me, baby
+What you do to me, baby
+What you do to me, baby
+What you do to me, baby
+What you do to me
+What you do to me
+What you do to me, baby
+What you do to me
+
+Take a ride with me in my car
+Dont take it wrong i'm a star
+I want you baby go hard
+Lets take a ride off to mars
+Baby what you do to me
+What you do to me, baby
+What you do to me
+What you do to me, baby
+Change your life, change your life
+Type of shit that i do
+Make you fall in love
+Type of shit that i do
+You got me screamin' to the top of my lungs
+You make me feel like i'm on top of the world
+Need a nigga like Durk, yeah
+We could start a family, OTF yeah
+He be off lean, still work yeah
+Thats good pussy, good stroke yeah
+All you bitches mad, I came through
+And I lock you down, I hold you down
+I got you baby, thats right
+Walk, walk, real rider, cool right beside me
+Yeah, thats my baby I don't need no other driver
+Don't need cash i just buy Balnciaga's
+He a savage, I love everything about him like
+
+What you do to me, baby
+What you do to me, baby
+What you do to me, baby
+What you do to me, baby
+What you do to me
+What you do to me
+What you do to me, baby
+What you do to me
+Take a ride with me in my car
+Dont take it wrong i'm a star
+I want you baby go hard
+Lets take a ride off to mars
+Baby what you do to me
+What you do to me, baby
+What you do to me
+What you do to me, baby
+
+Toss up Henny, so I can make love to you
+Like, fuck up my nigga
+You fuck with a savage
+So ima go crazy they fuck with you
+Me you, no others, cool
+Dance, love, baby I want you
+Truth or dare so its true
+Wanna blow that pussy like a flute
+I wanna lay down on it, rapper sing on it, put a ring on it
+No Beyoncé
+We can be like Kim and Kanye
+Except you can be my fiancé
+Balenciaga's you can hide a joint
+My show money you can't afford
+Real shit, ain't just recording
+Just made 2 hundred off touring
+These bitches back on they phones
+Fake girls I love the fibbers
+Take hands of singles, I blow it
+Man I can't wipe these hoes, and she know it
+She want a relation and I'm all for it
+Baby what you do to me
+What you do to me, baby
+What you do to me, baby
+What you do to me, baby
+What you do to me, baby
+What you do to me
+What you do to me
+What you do to me, baby
+What you do to me
+
+Take a ride with me in my car
+Dont take it wrong i'm a star
+I want you baby go hard
+Lets take a ride off to mars
+Baby what you do to me
+What you do to me, baby
+What you do to me
+What you do to me, babyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+O-CLil Durk- "gang shit, OTF, I'm laughing at you fuck niggas
+
+Lil Durk verse_
+
+
+"Smoke opps out in vegas, 20 a show and these niggas can't take us\
+40 ruger leave a nigga wit' face lift
+RIP Pluto me and him on a space ship, told bentley don' put me in the weight list
+I just cop me a chop but that nina my fragrance
+Roc gotta mop he addicted to maitenence
+No barber but bro nem' be taping
+Fly in that ? wit' that steamer wit' k's
+I got the axe and i throw up the tre'
+I'm getting money I'm stuck in my ways
+Bitch, you ain't me, cause i gotta get paid
+Niggas be talkin' i got shooters like Ray
+Slide in the morning do a drill no Sway
+Wanted his head gotta watch fo' the jakes
+Niggas they bitch, they chill fo' the cake
+But these bitch ass niggas so fake"
+
+Nuski verse_
+
+
+"These niggas be fake gotta watch em'
+Im hot, so i know they plottin'
+Go broke, have lil bro rob em'
+That nina my problem solver
+Man down, no shells revolver
+At the top but i gotta go harder
+I like my lean a lil darker
+Bullet holes, same sound as Ms.Parker
+My squad they stay on dummy
+Get back if you ain't get no money
+YSL got me straight stunin
+I'm strapped you tweak i'm upping
+Cash out, make it back it's nothing
+Red spots on his face no blushing
+These guns, they burning like usher
+My shooters gon' score to buss em'"
+Lil Durk verse_
+
+
+"Niggas get clapped bout' rap
+War time no twitter but a nigga get clout
+Clout Boyz, beg for a diss to get clout
+Do a hit on 4-6, catch a opp then we out
+Ring cost 30, but the watch cost 50
+Ask french, cuz he got at the same place fo' like 50
+Free 5, tryna give bro 5 thats 50
+Then we slide wit the 50, free 9 no 50
+And we coolin' wit foreign
+Bang Bro yo' bitch no porn
+Just made a hunnit' off touring
+Free Rio, damn 23 like jordan
+22 shotz plus one thats jordan
+Is you stupid, niggas mad cuz' we do this
+Lil vernon he a savage and he ruthless
+300, OTF thats the movement
+
+Nuski verse_
+
+
+"put a drum in a nickel
+Shootas on point, and they aiming official
+Blowing that tech like a ref wit' a whistle
+My niggas they thirsty don't pick up you dribble
+Want war we got missiles
+Squad so hungry they eatin' a grissle
+Bitch i'm the shit, i'm allergic to tissue
+We savage, not civil
+Get money no issue
+Only the family cuz' niggas ain't witchu'
+Feelin' my self, cuz' i copped the new pistol
+Aiki gon' blow, Rex toting on the low
+Bottle lens fo' the scope
+Guns cocked for a roach
+Take em' down for the coke
+Remy got it in his coat
+Pound and lean, roll da' dope
+These niggas dont tote
+Yall niggas won't blow
+4 hunnit' fo' da goat
+Broke niggas do the most
+Stackin' bread by the loaf
+Burnin' trees by da O
+Try to swim, and get soaked"2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Trenches (2021)[Verse: Lil Durk & Roddy Ricch]
+She want the big body Benz, she want the fast one
+You best start countin' my pockets to get your ass done
+Don't suck my dick on this flight, it might be your last one
+Make sure you take this case whenever the feds come
+'Cause I came dodgin' the jakes and gettin' every Chrome
+Tried to flush the dojo when we heard the feds, woah
+Pour a dirty soda with the percocet, woah
+Went to sleep counting up, all my friends dead and, woah
+I'm gettin' street love from different nations, woah
+Skeleton AP 'cause it ain't A shit, woah
+We just bought out the projects that we was raised in
+Turn my nigga to CEO, straight out the state pen'
+I was runnin' around in the trenches catchin' cases
+Got twenty year for Speedy trial, he got no patience
+I remember thinkin' in the trenches that I was gon' die
+Put a lot of my niggas in the ground and they can't see the sky
+If you gon' snake me, let me know so I won't be surprised
+I'm overprotective about my bitch, you can't even see her thighs
+How you a OG in your hood? You don't even feed your guys
+I ain't talk to the nigga who raised me in years, I'ma keep on tryin'
+Got giant watches on my wrist, they can't ever cuff a nigga
+'Cause when the color came through, they knew the duffle bigger
+I came from fiends, murderous robbers and some drug dealers
+Came out the streets, if we got ties, then I'm fuckin' with you
+You did time, ain't tell on your guys, then I'm fuckin' with you
+And why you claspin' a million cash like it ain't nothin'? NiggaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Watch Out[Intro: Lil Durk]
+You gotta watch out
+You gotta watch out
+
+[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
+I used to trap off of tours
+Now I need 20 for a course
+This lean and this perc got me hoarse
+Remember them nights I was poor
+Remember them nights on the floor
+Police was kickin' the door
+I might OD off a 4
+Yeah yeah yeah
+You gotta watch out
+From these niggas hey hey
+You gotta watch out
+From these police and these triflin' ass bitches
+You gotta watch out
+From them broads and them niggas who be snitchin' yeah
+You gotta watch out
+Yeah yeah yeah uh
+
+[Verse 1: Johnny Cinco]
+You better watch out
+I just bought a new watch, so I watch it
+Go ahead and watch it, I'mma pop it
+I'm in that new thing, coulda went about private
+This Monopoly, we gotta sort em
+I got my doors up, I walked down and poured up
+I'm true to the gang,  fuck all the fame, I'm a lil' solider
+I used to ride on the bus now I got chauffeurs
+Now I got chauffeurs
+Pop out the Porsche
+I used to trap with my daddy
+Used to get racks with my daddy
+We went to 'Raq for away, all day
+We got that pack ridin' 99
+A pair of good you can count on 'em, at the door
+[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
+I used to trap off of tours
+Now I need 20 for a course
+This lean and this perc got me hoarse
+Remember them nights I was poor
+Remember them nights on the floor
+Police was kickin' the door
+I might OD off a 4
+Yeah yeah yeah
+You gotta watch out
+From these niggas hey hey
+You gotta watch out
+From these police and these triflin' ass bitches
+You gotta watch out
+From them broads and them niggas who be snitchin' yeah
+You gotta watch out
+Yeah yeah yeah uh
+
+[Verse 2: Hypno Carlito]
+They be watchin'
+All these diamonds got me frosty
+I be whipping like a holly
+Bitch I'm sorry but I can't go wife nobody
+In that 'Rari got a barbie
+Give me sloppy 'til she grindin'
+I'm just watchin' while she top me
+Niggas hatin' let 'em hate
+OTF everyway
+We do this on a day to day
+They got you hoes like a layaway
+Michael Jordan with the double fadaway
+Fly nigga, rich nigga, I made the way
+Still catch a body if a nigga play
+Ain't contemplatin' since Soldier died ain't been the same
+Get more bread, more cocaine
+I was that nigga with no name
+I was that nigga with no fame
+Carlito baby ain't shit changed
+I be gettin' money like 10 ways
+All different hustles nigga get paid
+Nigga yeah yeah yeah
+[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
+I used to trap off of tours
+Now I need 20 for a course
+This lean and this perc got me hoarse
+Remember them nights I was poor
+Remember them nights on the floor
+Police was kickin' the door
+I might OD off a 4
+Yeah yeah yeah
+You gotta watch out
+From these niggas hey hey
+You gotta watch out
+From these police and these triflin' ass bitches
+You gotta watch out
+From them broads and them niggas who be snitchin' yeah
+You gotta watch out
+Yeah yeah yeah uh
+
+[Verse 3: YRN Traepound]
+Playin' with the gang, we bring them pipes out
+Yeah, tryna ride the wave you gon' get wiped out
+Yeah that shit that you runnin' it's on me right now
+You know you might just catch a clip for actin' psyched out
+And you know we play with pistols, we don't fight fair
+Come and get him in his sleep like I'm a nightmare
+(?) clair is what I might wear
+Got a nigga car in my right ear
+Now I jumped off the porshe
+7.6 who can take down the horse
+Yeah yeah, plug in Miami, get them bricks off the port
+And I might just count a 100 thousand when I'm bored
+I'm a boss they know it huh they know it
+[Hook: Lil Durk & YFN Lucci]
+I used to trap off of tours
+Now I need 20 for a course
+This lean and this perc got me hoarse
+Remember them nights I was poor
+Remember them nights on the floor
+Police was kickin' the door
+I might OD off a 4
+Yeah yeah yeah
+You gotta watch out
+From these niggas hey hey
+You gotta watch out
+From these police and these triflin' ass bitches
+You gotta watch out
+From them broads and them niggas who be snitchin' yeah
+You gotta watch out
+Yeah yeah yeah uh1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+In My[Hook]
+Everyday I wake up I just stay on my level
+I just want the money more just to make 'em more jealous
+Seen some OGs in the past and the fame was (?)
+I just write me up a check and sell some Mason Margielas
+I don't know what to do, she ain't got me confused
+I just want this shit forever and I don't want to lose
+I just write me up a check and sell some Mason Margielas
+I just write me up a check and sell some Mason Margielas
+
+[Verse 1]
+I done hit in Margielas I took his bitch in Margielas
+I sold bricks in Margielas I poured a 6 to my brothers
+Make it rain on 'em umbrella
+Jimmy Choo but no fella
+Free my niggas who felons I'm up 100 no stressin'
+I skeet off in a 6, shooters with me no Penny
+Green Margielas Like Grinch, I ain't worried 'bout nothin' like French
+I'm two-four Marshawn Lynch, I wake up and count this money
+Green Margielas for money I'm sippin' lean the color Barney
+And I be flexin' ho
+Take his shit, faneto
+If I see it, I need those
+Cancel that bitch I need to know
+In my Margielas
+[Hook]
+Everyday I wake up I just stay on my level
+I just want the money more just to make 'em more jealous
+Seen some OGs in the past and the fame was (?)
+I just write me up a check and sell some Mason Margielas
+I don't know what to do, she ain't got me confused
+I just want this shit forever and I don't want to lose
+I just write me up a check and sell some Mason Margielas
+I just write me up a check and sell some Mason Margielas
+
+[Verse 2]
+Yeah you a fool you embrassed
+Shinin' chain plenty carats
+Balmains a thousand dollars I don't fuck with the Paris
+Shoot to kill, send a message
+Suck my dick 'cause she desperate
+They took my niggas I felt it
+Made sure (?) felt it
+And I do need a sponsor
+Check me out bitch I'm ballin'
+When I ball out the jockey my Rollie game got 'em watchin'
+My Margielas drippin' I'm saucin'
+Tried to rob boy you lost it
+Diamonds runnin' like faucet
+Lil Durk he back on his boss shit
+Let's get it!
+[Bridge]
+And I copped some Margielas
+A bad bitch she yellow
+Real bitch on her shit
+She barely get jealous
+And I ain't playin' 'cause she ready
+Good head deserve her a medal
+Let's get it, let's get it!
+I step in Margielas
+
+[Hook]
+Everyday I wake up I just stay on my level
+I just want the money more just to make 'em more jealous
+Seen some OGs in the past and the fame was (?)
+I just write me up a check and sell some Mason Margielas
+I don't know what to do, she ain't got me confused
+I just want this shit forever and I don't want to lose
+I just write me up a check and sell some Mason Margielas
+I just write me up a check and sell some Mason MargielasEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Intro (They Forgot)Swim so free
+Heaven above and sea below
+And a little white whale on the go
+Two, three, four
+Baby beluga
+
+—Capital Hill to work out a compromise healthcare plan
+
+Alright, I'm going to work out
+Fuck I'm playing for, I gotta get my shit right, ya hear me?
+You other niggas can stay all healthy and drink and party all day
+That's how you get healthy
+So that way you can live forever, get this money forever
+Ya hear me?
+
+Squad
+OTF in this bitch, turn up!
+
+Ready yet? Get set, it's all that!
+
+And they already know where we from, man
+Englewood area, South side
+Englewood, 72nd Green
+
+L-L-L-L-L-L's up for them hittaz
+You got motherfucking
+600 boy, L'A, man, L'A Capone, man, get in tune, man
+060 boys, man
+
+My folks going crazy for that shit, you know?
+Ayy, "We Don't Fuck Around" featuring Lil Durk
+
+Free Zoo, free DeeDee, hard body
+
+This every day, man, whether it's rain or snowing
+We out here, man
+
+Tell me what's it gonna be, yeah, this ain't what you want
+I call it how—
+
+I was politicking with Durk, he just say:
+"Man, just go ahead and fuck with it, go play with it"
+So, shit, I'm just playing with it for right now
+But, shit, I ain't think the motherfucker was gon' react to it like that
+You feel me?
+Man, you this, you that, you 100, your shit go hard
+Fucking with love, ya hear me?
+Now, I'ma just get in it and finesse, you know
+
+Shit don't stop, never stop
+It ain't gon' never stop, and this how I'm living, you know?
+Smoking good in every country, every hood
+OTFEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+MASERATIAnnotate(Hook)
+Off A Molly With Patron
+I B Turned Up With ???
+Sicko Movement Worldwide
+Foreign Thotties Join The Party
+Robins Hangin Off My Body
+They Think I Joined illuminati
+Cuz Im Ballin Hard Like Scottie
+Zoomin In My Maserati
+
+(Verse 1: Lil Ceno)
+Im The Man With Da Plan Nd I Got Lil Trav Wid Me
+Dey Hate Wen Dey C Us In Traffic Cuz Dey Kno We Take Da Scene
+And; I Keep A Sexy Bitch And; eahu Boy She Gone Spray For Me
+Her Name Is Nina By The Way She Tucked Off In My Robin Jeans
+Bitch Im rollin Im Holdin
+Got Money So I Blow It
+Got Niggas Runnin Sicko Ceno Got These Thotties Goin
+Gota Red Bitch And; Her Long
+And; Im Nailin It And; Her Legs Long
+Fuck Her Too Good Now Her Head Gone
+Ima Bust Her Now My Kids Gone
+Bet She Dont Do No Pokin
+Unless SHe Bust Dat Pussy Open
+Turn Up Turn Up Turn Up Throw It
+Ima Dunk It Like Im Kobe
+Off The Fee Fee Yeah We Stuntin
+????? Here Me Comin
+Off A Molly Wid The Tron
+Zoomin In My Maseratiiiii
+(Hook)
+
+(Verse 2: Lil Trav)
+Im Turned Upp Off Versace
+And; These Thotties Think Im Hotty
+In This Audi Makes A Hobby
+Catch Me Doin The Dash On Highwayy
+Lil Trav Thats My Name
+OTS And; Switchin Lanes
+While These Surgeons Gimme Brain
+Yeah I Make That Shid Her Hobyyy
+Up A Oochie Dance
+Fuckin Onna Couple Fans
+We Jackballin Ina Van
+Got Me Turned Up With Sum Thotties
+Can't Trust A ????????
+????????????????????
+Driftin Foreign Ferraris
+Gota Whole Lotta Money No Holdin
+Ballin Hard Im Chosen
+Bugatti Its Golden
+Every Damn Thot Get Trojan
+And; For That Maserati
+And; We In Maserati
+Broke Ass Nigga Look Sorry
+And; We In Maseratii
+Yahh Yahh
+(Verse 3: Lil Durk)
+I Ain't Wifin Dat Bitch
+Too Many Niggas Fucked From My Click
+Too Many Niggas Actin So Rich
+All Dese Boppin Hoes On My Dick
+I Might Money Dance
+Wid A 100 Bands
+That Choppa Make Em Do The Money Dance
+I Dont Bop O Do The Money Dance
+If I Dont Money Dance My Bitch Bop
+Yo Bitch Popped
+She Can't Gimme Top
+Jus Gimme Gwap
+My City Cocked
+Im Money Gang Ain't Gettin Robbed
+I Beat The Pussy Like Young Chop
+Lil Durk Its Dere Ina Party And He Bussin
+His SHirt Off And He Tatted Up And Ain't Nobody Gone Touch Em
+Nahhhhhh I Can't Go Like Dat
+Louie Belt Wid Louie Hat
+Lou Shoes Where Bro Nem At
+My Pockets Fat Im Off A Flat
+Tron Got Me On Flat
+Rap SHid Im Up Next
+Keep Yo Voice I Want Yo Neck
+Keep Yo Voice I Want Yo Neck(Nahhhhhh)
+Its a turn up song no men or boy can bop like me at all2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Same Hood[Intro]
+No snake can snake me
+It's like I lived this life before
+Like I seen this shit happen
+
+[Chorus]
+We ain't got the same blood
+We just brothers from the mud
+Grew up in the same hood
+And the violence so fucked up, my niggas can't judge
+We gon' sleep around each other 'til we neighbor, uh
+I'm just tryna wonder when this feeling of my pain stop
+How you say you love me? You my brother, but gave my name up
+You must be crazy thinkin' I changed up
+I'd do anything, plus give my fame up
+You know I'd give my fame up
+You know I will never change up
+You know I'm that dude, but you let a lame fuck
+You know I'm that dude, but you let a lame fuck
+
+[Verse 1]
+When I be gone off the ecstasy
+Shorty, she gon' get the best of me (Let's get it)
+And she know I be with killers
+Her family is not accepting me (My gang, gang)
+I nutted all in her and left, I told her I got a vasectomy (Yeah)
+While them niggas get to at-ing me
+Said they catchin' me, they stretchin' me (Grrrah)
+Warnin' me, watchin' my back
+They know I be gone off the medicine (Gang, gang)
+My cousin had died on the cam
+The police got footage and edit it (Big facts)
+On God, I can't get shit snatched
+Can't leave, I need that, give it back
+Fuck shot, I need you kidnapped
+Surprise, that Glock come gift-wrapped
+I tatted all my dead homies in my skin (My skin, yeah, yeah)
+Told them crackers on them B Airways they need yo' pen (Yeah, yeah)
+Gulp a cup of my lean to wash off my sins (On God)
+Made my tri-state hoes buy me all my Timbs
+[Chorus]
+We ain't got the same blood
+We just brothers from the mud
+Grew up in the same hood
+And the violence so fucked up, my niggas can't judge
+We gon' sleep around each other 'til we neighbor, uh
+I'm just tryna wonder when this feeling of my pain stop
+How you say you love me? You my brother, but gave my name up
+You must be crazy thinkin' I changed up
+I'd do anything, plus give my fame up
+You know I'd give my fame up
+You know I will never change up
+You know I'm that dude, but you let a lame fuck
+You know I'm that dude, but you let a lame fuck
+
+[Verse 2]
+Yo homie said they on me, I be with killas and parolees
+The niggas police, I know they name-drop
+You be rappin' 'bout that trap, but you ain't never sold nothin'
+I hold a grudge back in '09, you ain't let me hold nothin'
+You cheat on me, I swear I'll beat you like you stole somethin'
+Pillow talkin' to these hoes, yeah, you cold-blooded
+How you follow me on the 'Gram and you don't like pics?
+I fucked a bitch, she like her girl, she don't like dick
+Cum on my nice sheets, they don't like this
+Bad bitch a Pisces, I keep a nightstick
+I swear I'm at my nicest, been through my crisis
+We not to be played with, they on that night shift
+Niggas tryna stick me up like I ain't never showed no love
+That petty shit let go, I told you I ain't got no grudge
+I don't give no fuck, addicted to these drugs
+When I was down and gone, them niggas ain't send me nothin'
+See red, I ain't fuckin' with 'Tussin, bite down, I'm bustin'
+Shoot first, you clutch, you mad I pressed yo' button
+You know we read yo' mind, my niggas ain't duckin'
+You know you play with mine, ain't no discussion
+[Chorus]
+We ain't got the same blood
+We just brothers from the mud
+Grew up in the same hood
+And the violence so fucked up, my niggas can't judge
+We gon' sleep around each other 'til we neighbor, uh
+I'm just tryna wonder when this feeling of my pain stop
+How you say you love me? You my brother, but gave my name up
+You must be crazy thinkin' I changed up
+I'd do anything, plus give my fame up
+You know I'd give my fame up
+You know I will never change up
+You know I'm that dude, but you let a lame fuck
+You know I'm that dude, but you let a lame fuckEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Outro (Life Ain’t No Joke)Me, I'm the best that I can be
+Shit's hard when you trying to make it when you molded from the streets
+See my nigga's called me Riley, I was playing with the heat
+On parole I got a son so lord knows he got to eat
+Unhealthy for the fake nigga's
+Anti straight nigga's
+You nigga's is pussy they be working with the state nigga
+Part time hustler, full time Jake nigga
+You'd think I'm a different race the way my team hate nigga
+OTF the family, lowkey we some dying breeds
+Real nigga no I in team, quick to shoot no eyeing me
+Stojakovic, miss Tayski and Moe I know I was proud of em
+OTF until I die, L's up my partner nem
+
+[Dialogue]
+
+Mamma good, daddy gone heartless hell where I'm from
+Police get killed left and right blame it on my nigga Rio
+Police stopped his phone cause it's good hoping he know
+November 29th born my baby boy Lil Lolo
+Riding smoking, four nigga's strapped in my red photo
+Police trynna leave me hanging cause I'm hanging where they banging
+Lil nigga's be slanging coke why not they just lost their hope
+Like I tell my lil bro life ain't no joke nigga, spending life as a dope dealer
+Stayed ahead you know go nigga
+Can't hold on with no rope nigga so stay strong and keep hope nigga
+I spit raw with no coke nigga, L's up for my bro nigga, L's up for Lil moe nigga
+[Dialogue]
+Keep it real, I was only 13 playing in the field
+Got caught with a 30 slammer, keep the heat to see a mil
+Friends hating on me plotting on me for a couple bills
+They say I'ma lose my deal but I say that's motivation
+Crazy how I grew up with you, tell me whats the point of hating
+You say you gon' kill me then, tell me what's the point you making
+Cut the dreads, use to tell the bitches I was part Jamaican
+Love you and I miss you Tayski, you gon' cry when you see me make it, L'sEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+War Wit Us (Remix)[Produced by Tarentino]
+
+[Verse 1 - Lil Durk]
+How you want war and you ain't eating?
+What they gon' do if you ain't breathing?
+Bodies back to back, bitch we ain't even
+Bitch I'm in that pussy cause I'm so conceited
+Word around town that you sneak dissing
+Bullets must be blank cause they keep missing
+Face up on that flyer if you want attention
+You just want some fame boy you ain't in it
+Better get to ducking if my name's mentioned
+I hopped into that foreign, bitch I'm lane switching
+And bitch I'm OTF and I ain't switching
+Niggas see I'm hot and they want me gone
+I heard his ass was singing like he OVO
+Bitch go cop a Rollie not a rodeo
+And when we in the building it's a rollie show
+And I be sipping lean while they smoking dope
+
+[Hook - Lil Durk]
+War with us, they don't want war with us
+Them bullets go bang, bitch them bullets go bang
+No war with us, they don't want no war with us
+Them bullets go bang, bitch them bullets go bang
+And you can't hang where my niggas hang
+Cause where we hang all we do is bang
+No war with us, they don't want no war with us
+Them bullets go bang, bitch them bullets go bang
+[Verse 2 - Gucci Mane]
+It’s Guwop in this bitch and I got shooters too
+Snatch all the clothes out the mall like the looters do
+And all my bitches got them racks, got a Hooters crew
+My rims are gorgeous, riding on forgies big as hula hoops
+Fuck the prosecution, I find a revolution
+Sell white Rolls Royces with focals, inspired it on constitution
+Whipping up babies that child abuse
+That dog food, hard, and powder too
+And 12 rottweilers that I feed gunpowder
+They bite, don't bark or growl at you
+These young niggas'll torture you, cartel will be proud of me
+Vato Poma Coto told me the federales onto you
+I told Vato man fuck the feds and watch Guwop, they 'posed to do
+You local rappers dissing me, I’ll put you on the local news
+
+[Hook - Lil Durk]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Money Talk(Intro)
+Let’s get it! These niggas talk about money
+Let’s get it!
+
+(Hook)
+These niggas they be so broke, they ain’t got no money
+Niggas say they want hunnid, but he ain’t even got 100
+My shootas on payroll, so ya know they gunnin’
+My bond can be whateva, just know they comin’ here
+You nigga wanna talk that money, nigga wanna talk that money
+These nigga wanna talk that money, nigga wanna talk that money, My shootas on payroll, so ya know they gunnin’
+These nigga wanna talk that money, nigga wanna talk that money
+
+(Verse: Lil Durk)
+My shootas on payroll, my shootas gon’ shoot cuz I say so
+Smokin’ outdoor, sellin’ on the indoor
+Everyday countin’ up to the shop shit
+Spend 10k, then I get it back quick
+Everybody rich till they meet a rich nigga
+Everybody been somebody bitch, nigga
+Been fuckin’ four rims in the foreign
+Went every way when out there tourin’
+I been payed, niggas broke boring
+Y’all only got the mop, no Ajax
+Fold em in the back, gon’ spray that Lil Durk here whyle, don’t play that
+Send shots, I’mma send those right back
+No diddy, my nigga, don’t take that
+Capone
+(Hook)
+
+(Verse 2: CashCowRod)
+Look, I got 100s on 100s, and ya talkin’ that money?!
+My lil niggas wid it, and you know that they gunnin’ I’m trappin’, I’m trappin’, my dope(?) it be jumpin’
+These niggas be talkin’, and really on nothin’ I sip on that pint, the Poisonous Sprite Pull up with yo bitch, gettin’ dumb with the light Nigga run up on me?!
+Nigga bang there twice? Keep a gun on me?
+It could be your last night
+Let’s get it!
+
+(Hook)
+
+These niggas they be so broke, they ain’t got no money
+Niggas say they want hunnid, but he ain’t even got 100
+My shootas on payroll, so ya know they gunnin’
+My bond can be whateva, just know they comin’ here
+You nigga wanna talk that money, nigga wanna talk that money These nigga wanna talk that money, nigga wanna talk that money My shootas on payroll, so ya know they gunnin’
+These nigga wanna talk that money, nigga wanna talk that money
+
+(Verse 3: Rudeboigudda)
+Talkin’ that money, I’m givin’ out his while I’m countin’ the cake
+My team is straight, fuck it El Paso, we don’t do no dates
+Just Chevy’s, Impalas, that go with the road, bout money no talkin’ Poppin’ 15
+Now with the beam
+This the Money Team
+Rollie my wrist
+Jimmy Chew for my bitch
+Foreign my whip, got 30 in clips 100 with this I want it all
+I just wanna ball
+Stack money this tall, free all my dawgs
+Don’t trust no new niggas, I ain’t fuckin’ with y’all
+(Hook)
+
+These niggas they be so broke, they ain’t got no money
+Niggas say they want hunnid, but he ain’t even got 100
+My shootas on payroll, so ya know they gunnin’
+My bond can be whateva, just know they comin’ here
+You nigga wanna talk that money, nigga wanna talk that money These nigga wanna talk that money, nigga wanna talk that money My shootas on payroll, so ya know they gunnin’
+These nigga wanna talk that money, nigga wanna talk that moneyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Purple Rain*Snippet*EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Safety**Snippet*
+
+[Lil Durk]
+Niggas say they poppin' me
+Stash box I popped a C
+My first check I copped a Jeep
+I protest to smoke the weed
+Niggas say they robbin' me
+Niggas say they stoppin' me
+Nigga ain't no probably
+Yes I got the Glock on me
+Got them oppas in my wood
+Wish a fuck nigga would
+Pull up on Durk in the hood
+You gon' really see what's good
+And they'd kill me if they could
+Ain't no safety for that .22
+Gotta be Jordan for this ball
+How this yo' city you ain't got no power
+If you catch me lackin' would you pull
+Nigga you don't know nothin' 'bout no war
+For real, shoot through the door, score yeah
+Percocets all I'ma pour yeah
+100 racks in the floor yeah
+Send that boy to that morgue yeah
+Trappin' off a 'droid yeah
+30 shot Glock my sword yeahEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Rat Bitch(Verse 1)
+Sit up on my car pull out my dick so you can suck it
+I can fuck on any bitch I want right now so it ain't nothin'
+I be pullin' on her weave fuck from the back like it ain't nothin'
+? i get yo flight and yo hotel that's in yo budget
+I done lied she said who comin' to pick her up I said my cousin
+Text her phone like is you good she text me back like Durk I love you
+Pussy weak she just stab me in my ass whenever i'm nuttin'
+Bitch you tweakin' I don't lay up with no bitch that's why im rushin'
+You can fuck with King Von for all I care cuz' that's my brother
+Sneak hoe she'll try to take off that condom when you nuttin'
+She do drugs you can't hit my cup I like the lean alonе
+Ima thug ima really break yo back you sing my song
+Gotta eat hеr from the city she be fuckin' for the mic
+Rat bitch
+Leave her kids in the crib for a flight
+She so thirsty
+She a book her own if she fuck with ?
+Redhead
+Told that bitch to go back blonde cuz' that's my type
+Why you lie to me you ain't chasing me you chasing clout
+What you lyin' for you told me that you fucked you ate her out
+Bitch yo lashes comin' off go to the crib and take em out
+You gon fuck or what cuz' I ain't gon' be the one to chase you down
+
+(Hook)
+I can't stand a rat bitch
+Man I hate a rat bitch
+I can't fuck a rat bitch
+I can't trust a rat bitch
+Ion like a rat bitch
+I can't wife a rat bitch
+I can't stand a rat bitch
+I don't need a rat bitch
+(Verse 2)
+Man I dog hoes
+Keep my timbs on from the back i'm fuckin' tall hoes
+She done sucked my dick so many times I got her jaw swole
+She say she ain't a rat but she do dicks what you call those
+Come suck this dick i'm in the booth i'm off the lot tho
+DM who bitch
+Paid Johnny for the smile and spent a tooth bitch
+Why you say I gave you cash I brought you 2 fifths
+And you took off all yo clothes after 2 sips
+I'm in the 'lina in the studio with some savages
+I pop 2 pills I got it from Will I think i'm panicking
+She suck my dick she keep on going I say you talented
+I get my drip from different stores i'm not a mannequin
+She fuck with athletes and rappers
+Street niggas trappers
+Niggas ain't no factors
+A lot of niggas cappers
+They acting like they got it
+A lot of niggas actors
+Never turnt my back on the trenches because they got us
+
+(Hook)
+I can't stand a rat bitch
+Man I hate a rat bitch
+I can't fuck a rat bitch
+I can't trust a rat bitch
+Ion like a rat bitch
+I can't wife a rat bitch
+I can't stand a rat bitch
+I don't need a rat bitch2EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+For My Niggas[Intro: Mozzy]
+So I move to the neck, to the necklace nigga
+Why is you stressin' lil baby? I told you I got you forever
+
+[Verse 1: Mozzy]
+Damn I miss my lil nigga
+Damn I miss my lil nigga
+Too much pain to deal wit it, gotta pop a seal to deal wit it
+Nigga gotta pop the pill to feel different
+But it's like the shit just still hit me
+Went on skits for him, they got hit for him
+Swear to god I still miss him
+In the first half we drop 50, dove back on they ass and drop 50
+Dope boy slide through in and drop 50
+Dope boy slide through and he cop 50
+I remember you wasn't on the block with me
+I remember you ain't let off shots with me
+You wasn't on the block with me
+I remember you ain't let off shots with me, so I moved to the neck
+Even though shooters on deck, I'm a real shooter in the flesh
+Niggas get stretched, we do not put on no vest
+God is my only protection
+I made it up out, made it up outta them trenches
+Just to be here is a blessin', why is you stressin'?
+Why is you stressin' lil baby? I told you I got you forever
+[Chorus: Lil Zay Osama]
+I was locked up, you wasn't wit me, not no calls, not one visit
+No receipts, not no pictures, I couldn't eat, I wanted friendly's
+Rest in peace to my niggas, I'll bleed for my niggas
+Anything for my niggas 9 P, they fuck with me
+I'm with my brothers for lifetime, free my brothers for the right mind
+And your brothers ain't like mine, argue don't shoot, won't fight mine
+Made out we ain't got no worries, in the jam don't switch your story
+While some ain't there not for me
+My brothers right here they love me
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+When he slide for you, gotta get him a lawyer
+Real homicide nigga play with my daughter
+You was caught in the jam you ain't change the story
+Niggas got mad when I went and signed Tory
+Different baby mommas gotta take em' to [?]
+Booka tell me every time, niggas ain't for me
+Ride around with my gun cause they niggas be on me
+Ride with the vultures we ain't gotta be 4 deep
+Fuck them other niggas want the main factor
+It was crazy when I seen his brain splatter
+He was talkin' he ain't make it no better
+Vlone like em' mixed with margiela's
+He had to move around cause I know he was jealous
+Got all them guns like that nigga really actin'
+Why you front your move? Choppa make you move backwards
+And you showed the streets your word don't matter, yeah yeah
+Back of the berry, sweeter the juice, 3500 the bigger the booth
+No Iphone addicted to boost
+And I drink me a cup addicted to juice, lean
+And I'm still the same nigga by any means
+You put cap in your rap nigga literally
+Nowadays you can't tell a nigga anything
+Them niggas gonna try to remember me
+[Chorus: Lil Zay Osama] x2
+I was locked up, you wasn't wit me, not no calls, not one visit
+No receipts, not no pictures, I couldn't eat, I wanted friendly's
+Rest in peace to my niggas, I'll bleed for my niggas
+Anything for my niggas 9 P, they fuck with me
+I'm with my brothers for lifetime, free my brothers for the right mind
+And your brothers ain't like mine, argue don't shoot, won't fight mine
+Made out we ain't got no worries, in the jam don't switch your story
+While some ain't there not for me
+My brothers right here they love me
+
+I was locked up, you wasn't wit me, not no calls, not one visit
+No receipts, not no pictures, I couldn't eat, I wanted friendly's
+Rest in peace to my niggas, I'll bleed for my niggas
+Anything for my niggas 9 P, they fuck with me
+I'm with my brothers for lifetime, free my brothers for the right mind
+And your brothers ain't like mine, argue don't shoot, won't fight mine
+Made out we ain't got no worries, in the jam don't switch your story
+While some ain't there not for me
+My brothers right here they love me1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Loyalty Over RoyaltyLil Durk - Loyalty Over Royalty
+
+[Lil Durk, Chorus]:
+Loyalty over royalty real street nigga
+Yeah the street love me but the street don't show no love
+When it's war in my city we shed blood
+All I know is blood, blood, blood
+All I know is blood, blood, blood (all I know is blood, yeah)
+
+[Hypno Carlito]
+I got a feeling a lot of these niggas
+Really admire a nigga
+I just do me I don't try to be niggas
+Niggas be trying too hard
+You say you a killer, quit lying lil nigga
+Shots get to flying that's when niggas get dropped
+Now you looking for God lil nigga
+Don't even start lil nigga
+I'm about loyalty, I'm not no wannabe
+I'm just what you wanna be now you gonna know it's me
+Bitch get a load of me ain't no controlling me
+I got that bandanna on like I'm Makaveli
+Mixed with Hispanic my daddy heavy
+Making shit work cause I love my daughter
+I don't want her to say daddy left me
+Y'all talk about a body count
+See your body is a body found
+Can't nobody calm me down
+My city lost right now
+You get knocked off right now
+If you wanna live long
+Please don't get involved right now
+[Chorus]
+
+[Lil Varney]
+Certified street nigga, but I ain't trying to preach nigga
+To any nigga, rich nigga
+Mack on repeat, I stay to snaking these niggas
+They aim and they plot
+I can't relate, these niggas bitches they fake
+No love do a drill, east side when we drill
+Your niggas ain't real
+Pressure I apply, might dress in disguise
+We kill when we wild, bruh niggas divide
+We never get tired, we always outside
+Get caught on my side, like chicken you fried (chicken fried yeah)
+
+[Lil Durk]
+Loyalty over royalty
+Family over friends
+OTF over everything
+Lord forgive me for my sins
+
+[Chorus]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Attention[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Niggas die for attention, I know a nigga caught a body missing Christmas
+His momma said them ain’t his friends, he wish he listened
+And I gotta open my eyes, they act suspicious
+I’ma tryin’ to get this money it not easy
+I’m out here 24/7 bust my ass just believe me
+I said that time I like hustler music, go listen to Wheezy
+And I be off them perky dirties calling cash me a Fiji (Essketit)
+Zay that’s my brotha, Mario and Luigi
+Say she don’t call anymore, I broke my relations
+And I’m a boss I’ma stand on that
+I broke my heart as pieces
+And I’ma do what I gotta do make sure my momma decent
+Steady, already in the NDS she told me come home
+I’m in the trenches with my vultures making love song
+I had blood in my eyes ask me what’s wrong
+I rolled a blunt filled with biscotti, fuck who die young (Yeah, Yeah)
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Zay Osama]
+Who am I, who am I, who am I, who am I
+I- I don’t know, uh hu-oh, you can’t walk in my shoes it would hurt too much
+I got too many damn, friends this shit hurt too much
+I lost some of my family, they my closest that shit hurt too much
+When I made some real boys then I worked too much
+Who would I be till my friends, finally got a hit single
+Who would I be to these bitches, if I werent who I am
+I’m thinking who I am to have everybody that shit around me listening thinking
+Say its time put me on i’ma rapper or a singer
+Free my brother’s, say they love me I’ma fuck wit you hard
+And I’m walking round and they tell me to move so I can put a lil smile to my momma
+My momma still stay in the hood I’m trying to move out the hood as possible
+My dad he just got in my life at least I don’t gotta bother him
+[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
+Niggas put it on the guys over the kids that’s the problem
+See my dad back in my life I’ma show love to Obama
+See that cancer ate my aunties kidneys, turned me to a monster
+I know a nigga coulda made it to the league he beat the bucketEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Hurt BeforeTurn the music up for me Chris
+Aye chop you gave me a banger
+Know yam’sayin
+Know what I’m saying, shout out Chris
+
+Tell me do you wanna get freaky
+I’ll freak you right I will
+I’ll freak you right I will
+I’ll freak you right I will
+I’ll freak you right I will
+
+You ain’t think I’d make a way
+Do this for my kids, for my DNA
+My life so heavy gotta rearrange
+Got 4,5 guns, 4,5 friends, 4,5 perkys
+Taking me away
+
+I know what you did, don’t wanna hurt no more
+Even though you took me through some hell
+Been through worse before
+Like why you put me last
+I put you first before
+You was with me when I was Tay-Tay now I’m Durkio
+
+Put me in my place when I’m in the wrong
+You make me mad, I’m throwing dirt up in yo name in songs
+Back then started hate me when I was born
+You keep on arguing, imma send you home (go now)
+Bitch I’m just like Nino but no snitching on me
+Got that Gucci peacoat, yeah that shit is golden
+In the fontainebleau, gotta room getting head til’ the morning
+Put my Gucci socks up in yo mouth you keep on moaning
+Got a B.I.T.C.H I can’t fuck no groupies
+Its certain shit I can’t do, something like Scooby
+The way she wear them boy shorts, she be seducing
+I don’t wanna buy no Rollie, imma buy her Rubies
+Take her to the crib, Benihana’s, movies
+All this ass shit, don’t really ever move me
+Everytime I pop a perc, I lose it movie
+I don’t give a fuck, cause she not fucking with no goofy
+Give me head, give me sex, give me coochie
+And if you fucking with some niggas, they losing
+I don’t mean to call you “bitches” them my mood swings (Bitch)
+Say you not a stripper, who you fooling?
+You ain’t think I’d make a way
+Do this for my kids, for my DNA
+My life so heavy gotta rearrange
+Got 4,5 guns, 4,5 friends, 4,5 perkys
+Taking me away
+
+I know what you did, don’t wanna hurt no more
+Even though you took me through some hell
+Been through worse before
+Like why you put me last
+I put you first before
+You was with me when I was Tay-Tay now I’m Durkio
+
+Can’t support no holidays
+I took my shahada today
+When you first met me, why you ain’t tell me this a robbery
+Cause imma be your Nigga regardless
+You took my heart, ain’t press no charges
+Can’t be no deadbeat to my kids, I grew up without no father
+He not dead, he incarcerated I still love him
+Can’t be sitting up on my ass & you hungry, gotta hustle
+Told me chill on that gangsta shit, baby it’s cool to cuddle
+I’m in that jungle, so this lifestyle gotta juggle
+And if I love you, it’s for you, it ain’t about no money
+I can be fucking, I get up & touch yo tummy
+Touch yo tummy, whole boy bump inside yo stomach (my baby)
+It saved me from who I am, black red blue white or tan
+Just don’t judge me for my skin
+Imma trendsetter, I don’t never try to blend
+Do I love you (mmhmmm) definite
+Let your guards down (mmhmmm) let me in
+I’m glad I picked you, not yo friend
+It’s gon’ be more than love to make amend
+You ain’t think I’d make a way
+Do this for my kids, for my DNA
+My life so heavy gotta rearrange
+Got 4,5 guns, 4,5 friends, 4,5 perkys
+Taking me away
+
+I know what you did, don’t wanna hurt no more
+Even though you took me through some hell
+Been through worse before
+Like why you put me last
+I put you first before
+You was with me when I was Tay-Tay now I’m DurkioEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Do The Most[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Shit, took a mic and told 'em I'm a rapper (let's get it)
+Shit, I took my re-up and I bought designer (dope)
+Shit, off a perky, I done went to NASA (yer)
+Told her wanna suck me through my boxers, I ain't got no manners (blat)
+Shit, I took my Ruger, traded it for a coat (let's get it)
+Shit, two of my plugs for a brick of dope (gimme that)
+Shit, I'm hearin' voices so I grab the Ghost (skrt)
+Aye, my name Durk so I'ma do the most (grah)
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Hundred thou' I spent it on the [?] (skrt, yeah)
+I copped the Rollie and put down the Mueller
+Your bitch like me, she say you a goof (goofy)
+I finessed the city playin' that old school (skrt)
+Why they playin' with Durk and he a whole shooter? (Rah)
+I just fucked your mama, she a whole cougar (get it)
+Hot boy, I be turned up off that old Juvie
+Trap house, remember days eatin' cold noodles
+Calvin Klein, I hold that forty up (let's get it, bah)
+To his stomach, give him a tummy tuck (let's get it, aye)
+I'll rob his ass and don't get nothin' up (gimme that)
+If you don't, he gon' fuck 'round, be in a truck or somethin' (skrt)
+Bitches want the fashion, she lookin' 'round like where it's at? (Dope)
+Don't touch me at the door, security know I got the strap (let's get it)
+Three hundred killers with me, tell 'em open up the back (gang)
+Got a room in the telly but I'd rather be in the trap (dope)
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Shit, took a mic and told 'em I'm a rapper (let's get it)
+Shit, I took my re-up and I bought designer (dope)
+Shit, off a perky, I done went to NASA (yer)
+Told her wanna suck me through my boxers, I ain't got no manners (blat)
+Shit, I took my Ruger, traded it for a coat (let's get it)
+Shit, two of my plugs for a brick of dope (gimme that)
+Shit, I'm hearin' voices so I grab the Ghost (skrt)
+Aye, my name Durk so I'ma do the most (gang)
+
+[Verse 2: Valee]
+I damn near need a cough drop when I'm off the OG
+Twenty-six inch Forgiatos, I done caught it slowly (slowly)
+Only made eight thousand, I guess it's a slow week (I guess it's a slow week)
+I just popped two xans, they call that a slow geek (they call that a slow geek)
+Upgraded my motor 'case I see the police (I see the police)
+I been up two days, I'm off lean and coffee (I been up two days)
+I spent fourteen hundred dollars on a Yorkie doggy (on a Yorkie doggy)
+I had Gigi in that coupe without a car seat (damn)
+Two racks on Balmain, they came with rips on 'em (they came with rips on 'em)
+Me and my bitch feet both got Gucci flips on 'em (Gucci flips)
+I got that small nine, it's one more clip on 'em (I got that small nine)
+He got clean codeine, he got that sip on 'em (he got clean codeine)
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Shit, took a mic and told 'em I'm a rapper (let's get it)
+Shit, I took my re-up and I bought designer (dope)
+Shit, off a perky, I done went to NASA (yer)
+Told her wanna suck me through my boxers, I ain't got no manners (blat)
+Shit, I took my Ruger, traded it for a coat (let's get it)
+Shit, two of my plugs for a brick of dope (gimme that)
+Shit, I'm hearin' voices so I grab the Ghost (skrt)
+Aye, my name Durk so I'ma do the most (grah)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I’m A Star[Hook: French Montana]
+Told her baby I'm a star
+Baby I'm a star
+Fuckin' with that shit, won't go far
+You won't go far
+That bitch gon' tell you I'm a dog
+Big chain, European car
+Blow a hundred, make a [?]
+Tell that bitch I'm a star
+Spent a hundred on a star
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+I gotta eat, I'm from the streets
+All of my niggas be shining with me
+Try me, don't try me, that Mac on repeat
+Bitch I'm a dog, I'm a dog [?]
+Don't look my hood while I'm coolin' that
+[?] I just chased me a stupid sack
+I knew a couple dogs knock the news back
+And we don't sneak diss just to beat his ass
+Applause on sight cause we clap niggas
+And I don't really fuck with these rap niggas
+Hittas outta town that attack with us
+And I do this shit for my trap niggas
+My shootas on deck, they react nigga
+Don't believe all the rumors, that's a fact nigga
+And they gon' lie to 'em, they gon' ride for 'em
+They gon' die for 'em
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2: French Montana]
+Bitch I'm a baller, today and tomorrow
+Crinkle the [?], wrinkle the star
+K in the car, and these pistol done pop
+Leave you tomorrow, swear I do get a mill on my arm
+How you want it today or tomorrow
+Drop 300K on her arm
+Baby I'm a star, smokin' drinkin' lean
+Servin' them coke [?]
+European cars me and Durk rode 'em
+Bitch I'm a star
+
+[Hook]3EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Stripper Vibes (Movie Demo)[Intro]
+(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+
+[Verse]
+Told the bitch to shake her ass, told me put some ones on it
+Told the bitch to kiss my ring, just don't put your tongue on it
+Told the bitch bring a chair, I can put my guns on it
+Told this bitch this belt Chanel so she know she can't pull on it
+When the DJ play you back to back, this shit feel good, don't it?
+Never trip about no politics, I know the hood want it
+Order bottles, I don't even drink, I know the hood want it
+Got my Glock inside the VIP, I wish you would want it
+Bouncе your booty, uh, uh, make a movie, bitch
+Shake your boobiеs, uh, I'm like a groupie, bitch
+That lil' bitch never turn down money, I don't give a fuck who she with
+The strip club got the best chicken wings, give me six
+
+[Chorus]
+Tell her shake it, drop her friends off, and take her pants off
+Bitch get naked, tell your friends come and have a dance off
+Chain one-eighty, it's expensive, bitch, just keep your hands off
+Lil boy crazy, he still managed with it to fuck your grandma
+Shake that booty
+Shake that booty, bitch
+Shake that booty
+Shake that booty, bitch
+Shake that booty
+Shake that booty, bitch
+Shake that booty, uh, uh
+Shake that booty, bitch
+Shake that booty
+[Open Verse]
+
+[Chorus]
+Tell her shake it, drop her friends off, and take her pants off
+Bitch get naked, tell your friends come and have a dance off
+Chain one-eighty, it's expensive, bitch, just keep your hands off
+Lil boy crazy, he still managed with it to fuck your grandma
+Shake that booty
+Shake that booty, bitch
+Shake that booty
+Shake that booty, bitch
+Shake that booty
+Shake that booty, bitch
+Shake that booty, uh, uh
+Shake that booty, bitch
+Shake that bootyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Industry[Intro: Lil Durk]
+Pay attention man
+Lets get it
+Fake ass
+I Tried to tell these niggas they not fucking with me
+Fake ass
+Niggas talking about they real
+Hoe ass nigga
+Bitch ass nigga
+
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+Fake ass hoes
+Fake ass clothes
+Fake ass rapper
+Doing fake ass shows
+Counting fake ass rolls
+Riding with fake ass niggas
+All these industry niggas
+A bunch of fake ass niggas
+Im a tell em that
+Im in the streets they industry
+Im in the streets they industry
+Im in the streets they in the industry
+Im in the streets they in industry
+Im in the streets they in the industry
+I say im in the streets they in the industry
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Fuck all these rap niggas
+My niggas trap niggas
+My niggas clap niggas
+Where you at with map at nigga
+We been in blocks, say you
+Out here we sendin' shots
+This for every rap niggas not sendin shots
+The say we ain't not here fuck nigga when we not
+Killed pluto fuck a tweet we  won
+Mama said slow up start touring
+I I might be rapper born
+My my shooters already scoring
+Don't fuck with us, this my gang we pulling up
+Snatch my chain we pulling up
+They snatch your chain its fake as fuck
+I clam 3, got kills that hang with me, cameras can't come hang with me
+We not at we in the streets, free my niggas no 21 to 3, niggas acting like  they in the streets, when they in the street
+
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+Fake ass hoes
+Fake ass clothes
+Fake ass rapper
+Doing fake ass shows
+Counting fake ass rolls
+Riding with fake ass niggas
+All these industry niggas
+A bunch of fake ass niggas
+Im a tell em that
+Im in the streets they industry
+Im in the streets they industry
+Im in the streets they in the industry
+Im in the streets they in industry
+Im in the streets they in the industry
+I say im in the streets they in the industry
+[Verse 2: Lil Dave]
+Im in the streets they industry
+And every show i do  got the killers with me
+Im just trying get rich, in my hood with couple bricks
+Smoking wood im high then a bitch i dont be up on that industry shit
+I be trying get my sack up, hit a couple leaks that would get my racks up
+Nigga you is a bitch why you trying act though
+I see it all in your face, fuck nigga be talking that shiit going make me catch another case
+Wonder why i work a case, got keep it just in case
+Cause up in my city it ain't safe
+You could get waked in a day
+Some of my niggas in graves, some of the ops in the graves
+Some of them could start to play, i grew up to were my ..... at
+
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+Fake ass hoes
+Fake ass clothes
+Fake ass rapper
+Doing fake ass shows
+Counting fake ass rolls
+Riding with fake ass niggas
+All these indstry niggas
+A bunch of fake ass niggas
+Im a tell em that
+Im in the streets they industry
+Im in the streets they industry
+Im in the streets they in the industry
+Im in the streets they in industry
+Im in the streets they in the industry
+I say im in the streets they in the industryEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Real Niggas[Intro]
+[?]
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Rollin', my block be rollin', them niggas lookin'
+Niggas just jumped off porches, them niggas rookies
+Shooters, my shooters shootin', they tote their hoodies
+Real niggas fuck with with real niggas, that's important
+Rollin', my block be rollin', them niggas lookin'
+Niggas just jumped off porches, them niggas rookies
+Shooters, my shooters shootin', they tote their hoodies
+Real niggas fuck with with real niggas, that's important
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Nina go, "Falah", but that nickel go, "Ha-ra-da-tat"
+Chillin' with my savage at that block that be my habitat
+Run up on me, think again, [?] ain't havin' that
+Thirty, pop a shawty, got Chicago where it's levelled out
+[?], we'll clap you up -- get killed
+Fuck a major, big mistake, wish I could switch deals
+[?], he facin' twelve, my daddy facin' wheels
+I grow up selling D, fuckin' hoes and poppin' pills
+Finessin', we walkin' reckless, my niggas reckless
+Lil' nigga robbin' habits and snatchin' necklace
+Lil Reecey, he make that tax bit, flip bricks like Tetris
+Ex-bitch, she fucked my next bitch, that shit be hectic
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Rollin', my block be rollin', them niggas lookin'
+Niggas just jumped off porches, them niggas rookies
+Shooters, my shooters shootin', they tote their hoodies
+Real niggas fuck with with real niggas, that's important
+Rollin', my block be rollin', them niggas lookin'
+Niggas just jumped off porches, them niggas rookies
+Shooters, my shooters shootin', they tote their hoodies
+Real niggas fuck with with real niggas, that's important
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Snupe]
+I said you fuckin' with the wrong one
+Nigga, you might as well shoot yourself
+Man, my dog clutching, keep that thing right on that Gucci belt
+Shoot anybody, give a fuck 'bout your feelings
+All your niggas be talkin' and all my niggas be killin'
+We a homicide, nigga, yeah, I'ma ride
+Anybody play with my team, nigga, your momma die
+Yeah, I'm a Zone 4 nigga, a Zone 4 killer
+I don't give a fuck 'bout you or any nigga who with you
+I roll with shooters, niggas who love that gun sound
+And anybody get out of line, then you get gunned down
+Only fuck with real; if you a fuck nigga, don't come round
+Pussy think that I won't merk him 'cause I'm out the slum now
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Rollin', my block be rollin', them niggas lookin'
+Niggas just jumped off porches, them niggas rookies
+Shooters, my shooters shootin', they tote their hoodies
+Real niggas fuck with with real niggas, that's important
+Rollin', my block be rollin', them niggas lookin'
+Niggas just jumped off porches, them niggas rookies
+Shooters, my shooters shootin', they tote their hoodies
+Real niggas fuck with with real niggas, that's important
+[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
+Meek Milly
+I say whole clique some real niggas
+We don't fuck with no fake niggas
+I spin through your block with three Ks like I hate niggas
+Catch 'em slippin', we walk down
+Ain't got time to chase niggas
+Everybody be hatin' on us, but everybody don't play with us
+You get the shit, push back
+Picture [?], blue walls
+[?] on his face
+Yeah, I did [?]
+
+[Instrumental Break]
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Rollin', my block be rollin', them niggas lookin'
+Niggas just jumped off porches, them niggas rookies
+Shooters, my shooters shootin', they tote their hoodies
+Real niggas fuck with with real niggas, that's important
+Rollin', my block be rollin', them niggas lookin'
+Niggas just jumped off porches, them niggas rookies
+Shooters, my shooters shootin', they tote their hoodies
+Real niggas fuck with with real niggas, that's importantEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Boom Boom [Official][?] be wildin' with it
+
+[?] about clean up
+[?] fuck my name up
+When we fuck the streets up
+[?] fuck them bank up
+Niggas they can't keep up
+Fuck around, go bankrupt
+Fuck around and catch a charge
+Thinking they might [?]
+[?] rollie [?] president
+And I love my city but they label me a terrorist
+She say she don't suck dick, just eat pussy vegetarian
+I hate when the [?] barbarian
+I got boujee bitches, classy, ratchy, call me arrogant
+London [?] rappers [?]
+[?]
+He delirious
+[?], fuck that bitch, can't take it serious...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Family TiesLyrics for this song have yet to be released. Please check back once the song has been releasedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Rollin’ & Leanin’[Intro: Lil Durk]
+Broadway, we on Broadway
+750 and Tonka trucks
+Broadway, we on Broadway
+750 and Tonka trucks
+Chicago 'round in my city right
+Everybody ridin' with us
+
+[Intro: Broadway]
+We rollin', we leanin'
+We rollin', we leanin'
+We rollin', we rollin'
+
+[Hook: Broadway]
+We rollin', we leanin'
+We rollin', we leanin'
+We rollin', we leanin'
+Rollin' we leanin'
+Rollin' we leanin' yeah
+We rollin', we leanin'
+I said we rollin', we leanin'
+I said we rollin', we leanin'
+We rollin', we leanin'
+We rollin', we leanin'
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Pull up when I roll up
+Bitches on when we roll up
+Watch face is like throw up
+Bad bitches wanna do a team
+When I tell a bitch to come roll up
+Kush strong ridin' foreign
+Kush strong ridin' foreign
+I'm with the team, he ain't for none
+Broadway, we on Broadway
+750 and Tonka trucks
+Chicago 'round in my city right
+Everybody ridin' with us
+And bitch we global
+They ridin' with us
+I'm the shit, they ridin' with us
+Bangers all in my room
+These bad bitches they on me
+I got your main bitch and she rollin'
+That molly got the bitch zonin'
+Got everybody on me
+The whole party on me
+It's me and Broadway G
+These bitches all on me
+Let's get it
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2: Broadway]
+Bitch I'm wearin' Prada
+Bitch I'm wearin' all of that
+Polo hat, Polo shirt
+Nina right up under that
+Bitch I got great aim
+Tell me where you want it at
+Ride til the wheels fall off
+Where the donut at?
+Niggas be the police
+Where the donuts at?
+Where the badge at?
+Hope you caught onto that
+Niggas try to play me
+Tell me where the Sony at?
+I'm a insomniac
+I got me a molly girl
+Word to Lil Durk
+I was young and thuggin'
+Shout out to Lil Turk
+Young and I'm gettin' it
+Shout out that nigga Kirk
+Roll it up or sip it up
+Either way it's the purp
+Yeah
+[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Want the Money[Bridge: PeeWee Longway]
+Can't nothing beat the failure but a try
+Well I'm trying to get me some money
+Bitch want to fucking lay up all night
+Well I'm trying to get me some money
+I can't wait to stay down 'til I get right
+Well I'm trying to get me some money
+Sending packs state to state whatever flavor you like
+Long as you sending your money
+
+[Hook: PeeWee Longway]
+I just want the money baby, I just want the money
+I just want the money baby, I just want the money
+I just want the money baby, I just want the money
+I just want the money baby, I just want the money
+
+[Verse 1: PeeWee Longway]
+Run it up then I fuck on every bitch that I like
+All she wanted was two hunna
+Bricks in the fender, bags in the trunk of the Honda
+That bitch ain't goin' chasing that money
+No I'm not new to this money
+I'm so consistent with thumbing
+Trap that bitch spot before she get a single buck
+That O.J. Mayo like I play for the Bucks
+Slam dunking from the A to the Gump
+Good clean came in, went and criss crossed them
+Hit with the beater watch it come back
+You ain't seen a nigga face in the trap in a while
+Must've thought I fucked up ain't coming back
+I send my shooters come in back-to-back
+That's just because of my social status
+Bitch mad that a nigga hit the trap all night
+Ain't got the time to get the groceries baby
+They pull up to the trap like vultures
+Longway consistent in motion
+Watching the pack just scatter like roaches
+The spot on Beta XXX, beat it down, got ghost
+I just want the money baby, I just want the money
+I just want the money baby, I just want the money
+[Bridge: PeeWee Longway]
+Can't nothing beat the failure but a try
+Well I'm trying to get me some money
+Bitch want to fucking lay up all night
+Well I'm trying to get me some money
+I can't wait to stay down 'til I get right
+Well I'm trying to get me some money
+Sending packs state to state whatever flavor you like
+Long as you sending your money
+
+[Hook: PeeWee Longway]
+I just want the money baby, I just want the money
+I just want the money baby, I just want the money
+I just want the money baby, I just want the money
+I just want the money baby, I just want the money
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+Money money money put a ring on it
+I'm a rapper but you know I'm gon’ sing on it
+All white everything lookin’ clean on it
+Ain't Kevin Gates but I might put a band on it
+
+[Bridge: PeeWee Longway]
+Can't nothing beat the failure but a try
+Well I'm trying to get me some money
+Bitch want to fucking lay up all night
+Well I'm trying to get me some money
+I can't wait to stay down 'til I get right
+Well I'm trying to get me some money
+Sending packs state to state whatever flavor you like
+Long as you sending your money
+[Hook: PeeWee Longway]
+I just want the money baby, I just want the money
+I just want the money baby, I just want the money
+I just want the money baby, I just want the money
+I just want the money baby, I just want the moneyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+James Bond[Hook: Lil Durk]
+Pull up game strong, pop out like I'm James Bond
+Bitch my name Durk but you can label me a Don
+All these niggas under me boy that boy my son
+Pull up to the crib and tell Doodie to grab some 1s
+Bitch, I'm arrogant
+Bitch I'm, bitch I'm arrogant
+Bitch, I'm arrogant
+Bitch I'm, bitch I'm arrogant (let's get it)
+Bitch, I'm arrogant
+Bitch I'm, bitch I'm arrogant (let's get it)
+Bitch, I'm arrogant
+Bitch I'm, bitch I'm arrogant
+Let's get it!
+
+[Verse 1: Doodie Lo]
+
+
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+Pull up game strong, pop out like I'm James Bond
+Bitch my name Durk but you can label me a Don
+All these niggas under me boy that boy my son
+Pull up to the crib and tell Doodie to grab some 1s
+Bitch, I'm arrogant
+Bitch I'm, bitch I'm arrogant
+Bitch, I'm arrogant
+Bitch I'm, bitch I'm arrogant (let's get it)
+Bitch, I'm arrogant
+Bitch I'm, bitch I'm arrogant (let's get it)
+Bitch, I'm arrogant
+Bitch I'm, bitch I'm arrogant
+Let's get it!
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+He tryin' reach for my diamonds then we gon' shoot somethin'
+And I gotta turn up on the guys I gotta prove somethin'
+Shoot a nigga right in his face but I can't lose nothin'
+Big faces on all my diamonds I call it cool money
+Talkin' 'bout yo' trap doin' 5, pussy that's shoe money
+Flipped the crib I got a little city, pussy that's jewel money
+100k on these niggas' head hangin' got that ruth money
+Talkin' 'bout 'yo dope taste 10, pussy then move somethin'
+Walk yo' ass in that bathroom and find that golden gun
+And I love these strippers I'm steady throwin' a load of 1s
+Bitches say I'm ugly, yea know I'm my daddy's son
+If a nigga get on yo' ass then it ain't no lettin' up
+
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+Pull up game strong, pop out like I'm James Bond
+Bitch my name Durk but you can label me a Don
+All these niggas under me boy that boy my son
+Pull up to the crib and tell Doodie to grab some 1s
+Bitch, I'm arrogant
+Bitch I'm, bitch I'm arrogant
+Bitch, I'm arrogant
+Bitch I'm, bitch I'm arrogant (let's get it)
+Bitch, I'm arrogant
+Bitch I'm, bitch I'm arrogant (let's get it)
+Bitch, I'm arrogant
+Bitch I'm, bitch I'm arrogant
+Let's get it!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+My Brother*Lyrics from Snippets
+
+
+If you my brother and you his brother then he my brother too
+If he love you and you love him back, then I love him too
+I had one thot I was deep in love with, she in love with zoo
+And I ain't gon' say why 'cause I fucked her and her cousin tooEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Life an’it no jokeMe am the best that I can be see it hard when you try to make it when you mode from the streets see my niggas call me rolw I was playing with the heat on prole got a son lord know he got to eat it unhealthy for the fake niggas straight niggas you nigga pussy they be working with the state nigga part time hustler floor time jake nigga you think am a different race that why my team hate niggas OTF the family low k re and dairy  real nigga no I time with shoot no I  and me tori high lil tasty and moe I know I was part of them OFT an intil I die L,s up my parent em see mom good dad gone hard is hell were im from police get killed left and rigt blam on my bro reow police stop his phone call good hopring he know novmeber 29 born my baby ben lolo keep it real I was only 13 playing in the field got caught wit ha dirty slamer keep the heat to see a meal friend heating for a colupe bill  crazy how I grow up with tell me what the point of heatingEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Words from Bump J[Intro: Bump J]
+Durk, keep doing what you doing for the city and the streets my nigga
+300 days, 300 nights
+Chief
+Goooon Squad
+Solid 400
+East side crazy
+300 nights, 3 on the rari, 'nother 3 on the ice
+
+[Verse: Bump J]
+Durk, keep taking off
+Save room for me on the flights
+It’s been the minute since these niggas heard me on the mic
+Heard you cakes got all the cake, and nigga, we want a slice
+Executive suites for the executives
+Bullshit, the new crib look like a fortress
+Bitches' gorgeous
+Tell the waitress we gonna need more cres
+Fresh out the feds to the Forbes List
+Durk, I hope you recordin' this
+Put some pressure on them niggas so they let 'em in
+I’m walking out these gates to that Wraith and that F&N
+Get out of that water with them sharks, you just a yellow fin
+The chopper get to popping, shit like it ain't gon' never end
+I ain't your friend, I ain't your man, I ain't your homie
+Hit me on these songs, make you feel like you know me
+When the shit's getting real, real war with the police
+I don’t feel rehabilitated, I’m feeling like you owe me
+But you big face hunnids, on that big face rolly
+I ball hard in the streets, this rolly is like my trophyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Stepped OnLyrics for this song have yet to be released. Please check back once the song has been releasedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Da Fame[Intro: Lil Durk]
+L, lets get it, gang
+Shout out my big brother Trae Tha Truth man
+Real street nigga man
+Lets get it
+Free the guys
+You know what I'm sayin' this shit come with the fame man you goin' take losses
+Ya my paps told me that
+[Laughs]
+Let's get it
+L
+
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+Got the street on my conscious
+I live to get money
+No future
+But I am a monster
+I live for the drama
+The street got me trama
+I cannot switch up
+I smile for the picture
+I do it for the gram no intsa
+But it come with the fame
+It come with the fame (4x)
+Gotta feel my pain
+Come with the fame
+It come with the fame (4x)
+Gotta feel my pain
+[Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth]
+I'm not going crazy
+I been trippin' up lately
+I been loosing everything like even Mercedes
+All these fuck niggas made me
+Going through it I promise you niggas fugazi
+But you bitches won't faze me
+I'll be strapped and I hit everything but your babies
+If you ever betray me
+Everyday of my life I been a street nigga
+When the shit get worse
+You gotta get what you can get before you sit in a hearse
+I'm going through hell
+I feel like I been hit with a curse
+Fuck niggas playin' shady so I I built converse
+Time done change
+Niggas goin blind to fame
+Some other niggas you know try and buy your name
+Shit instead of down them they tryna find your lane
+I'm in the trap with the backup plan playin' with canes
+Solo whip I'm on that solo tip
+I keep longer clip for those who wanna trip
+And me and Durk together get you niggas flippin'
+Have your nigga say your name right out they grip for real
+Yea
+You don't wanna take it there bitch
+I'm with your woman now you yelling ain't no fear bitch
+I'm in her head I ain't never in her hair bitch
+I miss the price cause the fame I swear bitch
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+Got the street on my conscious
+I live to get money
+No future
+But I am a monster
+I live for the drama
+The street got me trama
+I cannot switch up
+I smile for the picture
+I do it for the gram no insta
+But it come with the fame
+It come with the fame (4x)
+Gotta feel my pain
+Come with the fame
+It come with the fame (4x)
+Gotta feel my pain
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+Money over all that shit
+Imma put fham over all that shit
+Whip it up, pack it up, all that shit
+Imma fuck the hoe once, never call that bitch
+Street niggas stick to the street code
+Get the money west coast to the east coast
+I be doing the most
+But how can I not?
+I'm from the city of D. Rose
+Can't do the most for my moma
+Catchin' plenty bodies, no opp
+Me and my bother countin' up these commas
+With this canon I feel drama
+And it started with niggas, ended children
+Sippin' on lean, I hang with my feelings
+Choppers on choppers, I post on my block
+But police be killing me
+I started with nothing so I can't do for free
+Ain't a blood, I do still bleed
+I'm from the Chi, we'll kill your chief
+War with us man it ain't no peace
+Niggas tweet, can't live without peace
+And I love that beef, and I am the streets
+[Hook: Lil Durk]
+Got the street on my conscious
+I live to get money
+No future
+But I am a monster
+I live for the drama
+The street got me trama
+I cannot switch up
+I smile for the picture
+I do it for the gram no intsa
+But it come with the fame
+It come with the fame (4x)
+Gotta feel my pain
+Come with the fame
+It come with the fame (4x)
+Gotta feel my pain
+
+[Outro: Lil Durk]
+Street on my conscious
+Money, aye
+I'm a monster, for the drama
+I can't, for the picture
+Drug, drug, drug, drug, drug
+Let's get itEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Moving Slow( Hook : Lil Durk )
+
+Baby Im Moving Slow
+
+Baby Im Moving Slow
+
+Baby You Want You Want It Slow
+
+Ima Give It To You Slow
+
+Now Baby Ima Lick It
+
+Baby Im Just Gone Kiss It
+
+Baby I Wanna Lick You Slow
+
+Baby Ima Kiss You Slow
+
+
+( Verse 1 : Johnny MayCash  )
+
+Johnny May Weather We Back With Another Hit Tryna Fuck On You Bitch Tryna Pop Bottles With Hoes
+
+She Tryna Act M.I.A Then When She Fucking She Tryna Be On The Low
+
+But I See Her Bestfriend All In Her In Ear Talking Bout Girl Be Alone But I See Her Bestfriend All In Her Talking Bout Girl Be Alone
+Take Dat Chanel And Take Dat Victoria Secret Off So I Can Get In You
+
+Im Flatted Im Flatted Off The Henny Baby
+
+Im Flatted Im Flatted Off This Molly Girl
+
+I Know You Been Wanting This For Along Time Babygirl Me Too
+
+We Can Do Any House Baby Bedroom Or The Kitchen
+
+We Gone Get To Breaking All The Dishes
+
+Ima Get To Breaking On Your Body Parts Over And Over Again
+
+Body Body Dats Yo Body Body
+
+Ima Show You Some When Im At Your Body Body
+
+
+
+( Hook : Lil Durk )
+
+
+Baby Im Moving Slow
+
+Baby Im Moving Slow
+Baby You Want You Want It Slow
+
+Ima Give It To You Slow
+
+Now Baby Ima Lick It
+
+Baby Im Just Gone Kiss It
+
+Baby I Wanna Lick You Slow
+
+Baby Ima Kiss You Slow
+
+
+( Verse 2 : South )
+
+Shawty Den Say What You Use To
+
+Know Ima Do What I Use To
+
+He Just Da Streets And Abuse You
+
+He Just Assumes And Accuse You
+
+I Ain't Tryna Rush You
+
+We Both Got Trust Issue
+You Know What We Must Do
+
+Yeah We Can Get Faded
+
+Fuck All Those Who Hated
+
+Obviously Cause We Dated
+
+Cause They Never Had It
+
+Girl Fuck All What Happened
+
+Shawty Tipsy Cause We Met At The Bar
+
+Now She With Me Tryna Get In My Car
+
+Tryna Go Home With Me Cause Ima Star
+
+She Turned Off Her Phone She Won't Answer Your Call
+
+Won't Answer At All
+
+She Turns On Patrone And We Geeked Off The Ball
+
+We Burnt Up A Joint And We Pop Out The Mall
+
+She Ain't Coming Home To You  Untill Tomorrow
+
+She Say She Tryna Be The Nexican Mill
+
+All I Wanna Do Is Netflix And Chill
+
+Fuck Shawty Like Im On Ecstasy Pill
+
+We Both Know It's Wrong But Love How We Live
+
+From Your Hair To Your Toe
+
+Im The Better Than Flow
+
+In The Back Of Da Yo
+
+Ima Give It So Slow
+
+Shawty Keep This Between Us
+
+We Ain Gotta Rush
+
+Don't Mistake This For Love
+
+Cause All This Is Just Lust
+
+
+( Hook : Lil Durk )
+
+
+Baby Im Moving Slow
+
+Baby Im Moving Slow
+
+Baby You Want You Want It Slow
+
+Ima Give It To You Slow
+
+Now Baby Ima Lick It
+
+Baby Im Just Gone Kiss It
+
+Baby I Wanna Lick You
+
+Baby Ima Kiss You SlowEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Famous[Chorus]
+A lot of niggas haters
+A lot of bitches haters
+Got so many haters
+Got a nigga feelin' famous
+See a lot of niggas how they feelings start changin'
+Got a lot of haters
+Got a nigga feelin' famous
+Really feelin' famous
+I'm really feelin' famous
+Got so many haters
+Got a nigga feelin' famous
+Really feelin' famous
+I'm really feelin' famous
+Got so many haters
+Got a nigga feelin' famous
+
+[Verse 1]
+Since day 1 I been in them streets
+Hopped outta school straight to these streets
+Since day 1 I been in them streets
+Hopped outta school straight to these streets
+Gettin' with the ? before I grew teeth
+Now he in the cell, he ain't about me
+Since day 1 I been in them streets
+Hopped outta school straight to these streets
+Gettin' with the ? before I grew teeth
+Now he in the cell, he ain't about me
+Tell them ? rappers stay by my feet
+By 21 I'm down South Beach
+Tell em I Ciroq, I want that peach
+Tell em that lean, I want that pink
+See me in traffic, they say hold up
+Hey Lil Durk, boy what's up
+Bro we best warmin', group hug
+Like my Trues, ?
+I want head like a tutor
+Imma blow loud like a tuba
+Imma get right like a tuner
+Niggas mad I'm too turnt up
+Got yo main takin' pictures
+Got the city ridin' wit us
+Gettin' money is a must
+Got this loud smellin' like must
+Bro I drop lookin' like puss
+OTF, they lookin' like us
+FTO, we don't give no fuck
+Now they got me feelin' famous
+[Chorus]
+A lot of niggas haters
+A lot of bitches haters
+Got so many haters
+Got a nigga feelin' famous
+See a lot of niggas how they feelings start changin'
+Got a lot of haters
+Got a nigga feelin' famous
+Really feelin' famous
+I'm really feelin' famous
+Got so many haters
+Got a nigga feelin' famous
+Really feelin' famous
+I'm really feelin' famous
+Got so many haters
+Got a nigga feelin famous
+
+[Verse 2]
+It's crazy how this shit change
+Got these ladies screamin' my name
+Niggas turnin' on me like snakes
+Cause they see me buildin' my fame
+Bro god warned bout that life
+I can't go on bout that life
+I been seein' these niggas copy
+Like I been livin' life twice
+Imma hitta, what'd you expect
+Niggas get mad cause I'm up next
+Keep bad bitches, tellin' me sex
+Keep bad bitches. tellin' me neck
+RIP I got the gang ?
+In his own lock Durk did that
+In his own lock Durk did that
+Started that hitta shit, I did that
+Free the guys, till they get free
+Cause without them it's no me
+I'm a real nigga, put that on me
+Keep a couple hittas to go OC
+Imma keep ballin' ? overseas
+Tell them niggas RIP Odee
+Grow ? like a trophy
+Niggas know that I'm ?
+[Chorus]
+A lot of niggas haters
+A lot of bitches haters
+Got so many haters
+Got a nigga feelin' famous
+See a lot of niggas how they feelings start changin'
+Got a lot of haters
+Got a nigga feelin' famous
+Really feelin' famous
+I'm really feelin' famous
+Got so many haters
+Got a nigga feelin' famous
+Really feelin' famous
+I'm really feelin' famous
+Got so many haters
+Got a nigga feelin' famousEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Cap TalkLyrics for this song have yet to be released. Please check back once the song has been releasedEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Addicted*Lyrics from Snippets
+
+[Intro]
+(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Man, the trap be jumpin' off vertical
+I just spent hundred tonight since the murderers
+I done brought hundreds of guns for the burglars
+They call us Chicago, they call us notorious
+[?] down with my bros
+I know some niggas sell dope and they snort it
+I know some niggas that got no remorse
+I know some niggas that died on the porch
+I know some niggas that shot up a morgue
+[?] a pint and I pour it
+I got some diamonds baguette and I show it
+I'm [?]
+Get the fuck on with that lil' bitty Porsche
+[?] gave me no choice
+And I got cocky, they gave me a voice
+I been a gangster, I jumped off thе porch
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Yeah, got Gelato in my lungs
+Addicted to thеse drugs
+Addicted to these drugs (Addicted to these drugs)
+Got a glizzy with a drum
+Addicted to these guns
+Addicted to these guns (Addicted to these guns)
+Got some strippers [?]
+Addicted to these ones
+Addicted to these ones (Addicted to these ones)
+I had my lawyer pay my bond
+'Cause I ain't had no warrant
+'Cause I ain't had no warrant
+[Verse 2: Yella Beezy]
+[?] admit it
+I can't lie, baby, I'm an addict
+I like fast cars automatics
+I like Audemars and the Pateks
+You can't play with him...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I Made It WSHH Premiere[Intro]
+
+Young Chop on the Beat
+Yeah, Feel like a
+Celebration
+Tell him to boss shit up
+Home-made
+They Mad
+Told them amma make it
+Broke niggas ain't gonna
+Make it that far
+
+[Hook 1]
+
+There Hate already made me feel
+Am in already
+I came from nothing, climbing
+To the top I've made it already
+They wanna, I already feel it
+Already
+Car,Cloths,Juelz,Hoes, I've
+Made it already, (alreadyyy)
+I've made it, I've made it
+I've made it, I've made it
+Am Popping Bottles
+Am Faded
+I've made it,I've made it
+[Verse 1]
+
+Niggas saying I've made it
+Got these Niggas hating
+Money team I swear Form life
+My Bank erased me
+Juelada a Top
+Top spot that am making
+Rondo got that 30,and that
+Bruner go crazy
+But they ain't really worried
+About us
+How they got beef, and ain't heard
+About us
+Shennal bell match the red bottoms
+The way judie get the bread out em
+Strip Club Throwing Couple thousands
+You can see their face when the bread piling
+Shooting 50 with the swirl hiring
+Broke ass nigga would be cab driving
+Everyday Foreign car from different
+Countries, all these Bad Bitches, getting
+Different moneys
+If you Niggas Hating go and get some money
+If you Niggas Hating go and get some money
+[Hook]
+
+They heard that I made it
+I hate em' for hating
+I changed the Mac crazy
+Why the fuck you got a stainless
+And I started from the bottom
+Why the fuck are they hating on me
+Long time ago, head home to snack
+Home, No diaper to strap on
+Because its hard out here rich nigga
+Let you starve out here
+You got to play your part out here
+Can't let them play your cards out here
+Because I've made it
+Its a celebration
+Why the fuck they hating on me
+All the fancy cars, fancy cloths
+Fancy hoes, I've got it
+Everything I got right now as a Kid
+I could not imagine
+And I got to have it, My shooters
+Tote tagging
+And you niggas might win
+But my niggas so priceless
+And yall on the like shit
+Red bottoms, fuck all that
+Mic shit
+I made us on all the right shit
+Yeah am arrogant,because I've made it
+[Hook]1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+RIP MOE[verse]
+Lamron, 300
+If you ain't with lamron you ain't getting Money
+Shout out to dog Pound, shout out to the set
+Shout out to  the ave, we out getting it in
+Niggas talking crazy like, durk ain't bout nothing and
+Fuck no love cause, they ain't on nothing
+64th is where I stand 40 cal in my pants
+Run up on one of us you gon see who gonna blam
+Book said I was scared of his Lamron we ain't scared of shit
+If I didn't mention yo name you wouldn't be in this shit
+Young Money forget get off, I can't even forget about yall
+These niggas be talking shit, at the top like Chris paul
+Now brick city can suck a dick
+If they dont fuck with us, niggas can suck a dick
+Catch a nigga brainless slipping oh wee
+Called Owee, with the uzi and shot of his koofi
+Niggas talking crazy, Lil durk getting Money
+Shout out to lil reese cause that nigga getting Money
+Birdman what up, Lil law what up
+Forty, what up, lil chops what up
+Niggas talking crazy like, we ain't on nothing
+We'll take yo wife and we'll kill yo husband
+Birdie what it do? my brudda what it do?
+You see me White and red, we red, blue
+We be on, augelsten
+Fuck the week we dirking, ikey you get medecine
+72nd, engraved, dog Pound
+Chino, bj, lil pen, whats up?
+Im gonna get it like I get it like I killed it
+Got my niggas Young drumming in the back finna kill it
+Reese thats a freestyle, is it raw or in me?
+Shoot his ass up aye drake mo milly got
+Semi in the back, gutter in the front
+Riding in the back with a kush kush blunt
+Got, lean on my hand, kush on my hand
+Chain on my neck Watch me come in
+Money, Money Money I need all that
+Fuck with durk, I'll shoot of ya ball cap
+DP what It do? dede, tay tay
+Budah, all yall, nigga, whats up
+Big law, whats up, d-Town whats up
+Murda, from D-Town and dispet, whats up
+Popo, whats good, rude boy, whats good
+LEP, whats up I fuck with chop, OTD
+Can't Catch a nigga huh, man down
+I Catch his ass up, rip 100 rounds
+Got a 50 shot Tech, on his neck
+If you fuck with Young boy I'll shoot you in ya head
+Like rest in Peace moskiii, yea thats my broski
+Throw them L's up for Lil Moe and go OC
+I ain't talking shit cause we was cousings up in 03
+When folks Died I Went nuts like coconuts
+Fuck with me I roll a blunt, yeah I Went coconuts
+Ima get it, in charge, and what we do suposed to stunt
+Everyobdy get it in, yall niggas can't [?]
+Yall pussies, shout out to my nigga boom
+We get it in, you niggas throwing down
+What, I'll shoot you niggas in yo shit for throwing down up
+Yeah, L's crazy
+Got a 357 for fuck brick city
+I say brick city can suck a dick, brick city can suck a dick
+Brick city can suck a dick, brick city can suck a dick
+Them niggas ain't on shit, Catch him while his dick in his head
+Shoot him in his fucking head, [?]
+[?] is the beat yall asking
+TT on the track and you know we get it in yeah
+What it do
+I know we can do it cause I do it like I do it
+But durk insane, dreadlocks haning
+Ain't talking DD but I do the set baning but
+That shit is okay, this is what it do
+Shout out to dog Pound, my niggas BJ
+This shit prolly good, but Ima do it bad
+Yeah ima do it bad michael Jackson bad
+All these niggas drilling cause, ima do it bad
+BBG  booney moe Tracy mo skrilla
+I can't forget boo
+King samsonEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Hold MeLyrics from Snippet
+
+[Intro: Lil Durk & YNW Melly]
+Oh, oh, oh
+I'm on yo ass if they don't fuck with you, blatt
+I can't, I can't, I can't, slatt
+DJ on the beat, so it's a banger
+
+[Chorus: YNW Melly]
+You shine, I shine, we shine (Shine, I shine, we shine)
+We also work and grind (Also work and grind)
+There's murder on his mind (murder on his mind)
+Youngin out here slangin 9's
+You shine, I shine, we shine (Shine, I shine, we shine)
+We also work and grind (Also work and grind)
+There's murder on his mind (Murder on his mind)
+Youngin out here slangin 9's (Slangin 9's)
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+They can't, take me take me
+They tryna, break me break me
+(The label), rate me rate me
+(That shit,) crazy crazy
+(I'm sippin) codeine codeine
+(I'm feelin') Lonely lonely
+Hold me, hold me
+Hold me, hold me, ya
+Hold me, hold me, yeah
+Hold me, hold me, yeah
+Hold me, hold me, yeah
+Hold me, hold me, yeah
+Hold me, hold me, yeah
+Hold me, hold me, yeah
+Hold me, hold me
+Hold me, hold me, yeah
+[Chorus: YNW Melly]
+You shine, I shine, we shine (Shine, I shine, we shine)
+We also work and grind (Also work and grind)
+There's murder on his mind (murder on his mind)
+Youngin out here slangin 9's
+You shine, I shine, we shine (Shine, I shine, we shine)
+We also work and grind (Also work and grind)
+There's murder on his mind (Murder on his mind)
+Youngin out here slangin 9's (Slangin 9's)
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+Niggas be sneaky talk throwin' subliminals
+Grew up in poverty shit was so difficult
+They look at you different if you was a criminal
+Rich in the trenches then that shit a miracle
+Killers the killers the robbers that's fearin' you
+I done seen niggas go snitch on an interview
+Got called for a murder now that nigga spiritual
+Time went on and I ain't sit wit you
+Why you tell the police what I did with you?
+Why you tell my bitch what I did with you?
+Knowin' damn well I'll kill for you
+Gettin' rich in the trenches a miracle
+Sometimes I get so heartless...1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Lovers & FriendsLyrics for this song have yet to be released. Please check back once the song has been released.​EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Grab Them Heels[Intro:]
+What’s up, honey?
+Look, I got a roof for us tonight
+Just go ahead and search the info for the hotel and all that
+Just make sure you wear them heels that I like, right?
+Get in tune, stupid!
+
+[Hook: John Blu]
+I like it when you’re on top (on top, on top)
+I like how you scream out, “don’t stop!” (don’t stop, don’t stop)
+The way you put it down
+Got it stuck up like you robbin' it, robbin' it, robbin' it
+I like it when you grab them heels, grab them heels
+I like it when you grab them heels, grab them heels
+The way you put it down
+Got it stuck up like you robbin' it, robbin' it, robbin' it
+
+
+[Verse 1: John Blu]
+Girl, my body pouting, pick up!
+They gonna take this beat, speak up!
+Wear them heels and them meds
+Put that trench on your back
+Put that MAC on them lips
+Bring them cuffs, bring that whip
+Stretch him out of his bed (go girl!)
+Cause I’m gonna go all in (go girl!)
+Just call me Jason, cause I’m stabbing it
+I’m gonna put my back in it
+You gonna grab them heels while I’m on top of you
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+Girl just hush your mouth
+When your man not around
+I don't wanna hear no sound
+I'mma lay you down, undress you with my eyes
+Lick all on your neck
+Can’t explain your feelings, can't explain your sex!
+I like when you’re on top, keep your heels on babe
+I do want that top, need that feeling, babe
+Every main girl need a man, to drive him crazy
+So count on me, so count on me!
+Red bottoms match your lipsticks
+Red bone, what you mixed with?
+Trying to get you to business
+Just be in my business
+OK, who your friends is?
+All I need is a misses
+All I need your sexing
+Your touching, your kissing
+
+[Verse 3: John Blu]
+Girl is on tonight
+Cause I can’t see myself laying alone tonight
+I got so much in mind that I want to try
+You gonna be my test dummy
+You gonna feel me in your stomach
+Pin them legs, ain’t no running, girl!
+Grab them heels, bite that lip
+Girl, you’re such a perfect fit
+I love the way you’re working it, uh!
+I just want to make love
+Hit it like we’re making love
+Tonight we gonna like it when you’re on top, on top, on top
+I like the way you scream out, don’t stop (don’t stop, uh)
+The way you put it down
+Got it stuck up like you’re robbing it, robbing it!
+I like it when you grab them heels, grab them heels
+The way you put it down
+Got it stuck up like you’re robbing it, robbing it!EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+48 versesMet a hoe at duck threw
+Got money from your main hoe
+Shot a 22.8 revolver for safe keeping
+Done robbed another safe  for safe keeping
+I'm run this holidays up
+Shorty down to fuck like a quite duck
+Plenty charges cases pending on me
+Robbing wall mart was a thing to me
+Living behind them apartments showed me i had enemies
+Had to give up a little  bit of money because people trying to rob me
+I don’t give a fuck about you
+I'll turn you to a quick duck sauce too
+
+Play with me about my money i dare you
+Rolling dice on them late nights on them corner blocks
+I got so much money i can take off
+Cut the prices of my birds there feathers in the coop
+Trying to buy that new bend coop
+Got fired from last job as a clerk
+Found out my baby mama was cheating on me
+Left me cold heart when i first met the dudeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I’m The Man[Intro: Lil Durk]
+L's
+I'm the man in this...
+Diamonds dancin' and shit
+Haha
+Let's get it
+Now hold yo' rollie out yeah yeah
+Ohh
+
+[Hook: Lil Durk & AMR Freak]
+I'm the man in this bitch
+I ain't playin' in the bitch
+Everybody gotta hate on me
+I ain't friends in this bitch
+Diamonds dancin' and shit
+Everybody gotta hate on me
+Like who woulda thought
+That I'd make it out the trap
+Who woulda thought?
+I put my niggas on my back
+Who woulda thought?
+That I'd flex up and be the man
+Who woulda thought?
+That I'd stack 100 bands
+Yeah yeah
+[Verse 1: AMR Freak]
+I'm the man in this bitch
+100 bands off the shit
+Tryna flip it make it rap and get my momma out the shit
+Put my niggas on a jet with Audemars and sippin' Act
+All 100s in the duffel, foreign cars on the set
+Flexed up the youngest boss, Pablo Escobar with war
+Drop a kilo on the court and drop a 20 at the (?)
+Niggas hatin', steady fakin', but ain't never bossed up
+Spent a 100 on this features nigga that's what it cost us
+Started knee deep in the trenches, bossed up handlin' business
+All 100s handlin' business, down back just reminiscin'
+Started knee deep in the trenches, bossed up handlin' business
+All 100s handlin' business, down back just reminiscin'
+
+[Hook: Lil Durk & AMR Freak]
+I'm the man in this bitch
+I ain't playin' in the bitch
+Everybody gotta hate on me
+I ain't friends in this bitch
+Diamonds dancin' and shit
+Everybody gotta hate on me
+Like who woulda thought
+That I'd make it out the trap
+Who woulda thought?
+I put my niggas on my back
+Who woulda thought?
+That I'd flex up and be the man
+Who woulda thought?
+That I'd stack 100 bands
+Yeah yeah
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+I'm the man in this bitch
+I ain't playin' in the bitch
+We ain't friends in this bitch
+Off the xans in this bitch
+That's you playin' with her clit while my hands on her tits
+Got the bitches off the molly with their hands on my dick
+See (?)
+Lil' bitch I don't wanna change clothes
+(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
+They fuck with me and my bang bros
+See me my niggas changed though
+Bullet shots we exchange those (brrt)
+I just want the money fuck the fame
+I just want the money fuck the fame
+I just want the money fuck a name
+I just want the money fuck a name
+Fuck all that other shit, fuck all that other shit
+OTF it's just us at the top ain't no brother shit
+
+[Hook: Lil Durk & AMR Freak]
+I'm the man in this bitch
+I ain't playin' in the bitch
+Everybody gotta hate on me
+I ain't friends in this bitch
+Diamonds dancin' and shit
+Everybody gotta hate on me
+Like who woulda thought
+That I'd make it out the trap
+Who woulda thought?
+I put my niggas on my back
+Who woulda thought?
+That I'd flex up and be the man
+Who woulda thought?
+That I'd stack 100 bands
+Yeah yeah
+[Outro: AMR Freak]
+Gang!
+Big boss Freak man
+Fuck the goofys1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Ant Do Shit For Me(intro)
+Yea...Woah (an't did shit for me)
+
+(hook)
+How you want my money ant did shit for me. How you want my cars ant did shit for me. I bailed you niggas out and did shit for me. Keep callin my phone got to be kiddin me. I found your war zone did shit for me.  That's won't you niggas sympathy. Did shit for me, yea. Did shit for me
+
+(verse 1)
+Ikea with me Reedy with me. Jrock with me Ikey with me. Verney with me zoo with me. I suffer like the zoo with me. Dthang with me Chino with me. BJ with me SB with me. Can't forget about Nuskie. That's why out here imma do you. Yea. And my Album like a movie. Remember my name but you got too goofy. Yo bitch wanna do me. Is it my watch or is it my children. They im singed  Def Jam no im not. Im singed to OTF they took they spot. Fuck them niggas i hope they rot.  Im getting millions while yall on the block. yea. yall on the corner im on a yacht.  Im in my house you on the yard. Yellin days just took a boy. How you hot but you make noise
+
+(verse 2)
+Got LoLo with me Zayden with me. got bella with me Nuskie with me. got money with me Pluto with me. Rondo with me LA with me. Chiraq with me LA with me. New York with i got bitches. Bitches on top of these bitches. Smoking that loud dont fuck with that midget. On probation can't smoke nothing. Foul my probation a morning yea.[?]. Niggas mad I live like doctors. yea. effins confused with choppers. Like where it at and got no choppers. Effins bullets flying through the bricks. Me and my niggas sliding through the bricks. Fuck the bitch I slide on ya bitch. All white dope look like the whip. Im the shit get off my dick. OTF we been the shit. yea i got French with me coke boys. Niggas mad they make no noise. shoutout to them old boys. Q86 double 0 boys
+
+(verse 3)
+I got Bodies with me Devincies with me. Red bottoms with me nike with me. niggas hating i got ikea with me. Nigga we dont like you niggas. Stay out my business ant got time for it. Im some shit what you lying for. And that wine more. Boy imma grind moreEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+My Confession*[Refrain]
+Baby, grab the headboard, grabbin' on your feet
+I know that your hair done, suck it with no teeth
+You know it’s a murder when I go underneath
+Can't go off no rumors, steady lyin' on me
+See my body on your body, yes, I got it, babe
+See I’m high off my Biscotti, I'm tryna get high again
+See your body on my body
+See I'm high off my Biscotti
+
+[Chorus]
+These are my confessions (These are my confessions, 'fessions)
+This is my confession (These are my confessions, 'fessions)
+This is my confession (These are my confessions, 'fessions)
+This is my confession (These are my confessions, 'fessions)
+
+[Verse]
+I'm gettin’ too big, I’m gettin' litty
+I fuck a model bitch over the sink
+She thought I was mad ’cause she fuckin' with Meek
+I can't get mad 'cause she fuck with the streets
+Pussy so good, I put on for the lease
+Bitch, you my dog, I put you on a leash
+Metro Boomin, make it boom on the beat
+Takin’ Perkys for the flight overseas
+And we vibe when we go to the A
+Slutty vegan when I nut on her face
+I give her money to stay out my way
+She get a braids from [?]
+Don't fuck with numbers
+She punched the flight and got stopped at the gate
+Hunnid K cash when I got to the bank
+Bitch, I'm a boss at the end of the day, oh, oh
+You like to squirt then I'm gettin' a towel
+Your friends are loyal, they can't come around
+Play, "Dangerously In Love", by Destiny's Child, yeah
+She takin' good care of her nails
+I don't like to eat it with hair
+I told her, "Go hit it with Nair"
+Her body look good to me, yeah
+[?] some pairs
+I'm a savage, you used to the squares
+They don't compare, hop on the lear
+He was goin' through clearin'
+Ain't a nigga I fear, thirty/30K in my ear
+Wish L'A was here, I pay for appeals
+I ain't pay for veneers, I'm keepin' it real
+Yeah, yeah
+[Chorus]
+This is my, this is my, this is my
+This is my confession (These are my confessions, 'fessions)
+This is my confession (These are my confessions, 'fessions)
+This is my confession (These are my confessions, 'fessions)
+
+[Refrain]
+Baby, grab the headboard, grabbin' on your feet
+I know that your hair done, suck it with no teeth
+You know it's a murder when I go underneath
+Can't go off no rumors, steady lyin' on me
+See my body on your body, yes, I got it, babe
+See I'm high off my Biscotti, I'm tryna get high again
+See your body on my body
+See I'm high off my Biscotti
+
+[Chorus]
+These are my confessions (These are my confessions, 'fessions)
+This is my confession (These are my confessions, 'fessions)
+This is my confession (These are my confessions, 'fessions)
+This is my confession (These are my confessions, 'fessions)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Area Codes[Intro]
+(Yogi on the beat)
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Say she proud of me (Proud of me)
+But she doubted me (But she doubted me)
+The actuality actually is reality (Reality)
+I call that hoe, like four, five bitches, savagely
+She sucked my dick like four, five times, she caught some cavities
+I got a bitch, she born in Atlanta
+But she go to Miami when she go and get her chest done
+My past relation turned me to a savage
+Got a new bitch, she way above average
+Pussy so good, I got a problem with lastin'
+I be on food, hmm, now come and have it
+Changed the "D" to a "Z", hmm, she call me zaddy
+From the A to the D, Detroit they got some bad shit
+Got some bitches from the Lou, them hoes they get nasty
+Them hoes is too manish
+I got some bitches sellin' weed up in Cali
+I got some bitches in Vegas, they in the Valley
+I got a bitch from DC, eat off taxin'
+Got some bitches from New-York, they Dominican
+I got some bitches that bartend, and I'm fillin' 'em
+I'm a savage from the 'Raq, I'm not a gentleman
+I got some bitches from AZ, don't fuck with Zimmermann
+[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
+3-0-5 to the 3-2-2
+8-1-8, got the lightskin face
+Got some 3-1-0, 7-1-8
+3-4-7, I'm in brown skin Heaven
+Got some 4-0-4, 7-7-3
+3-1-3, my lil' shawty from the D, yeah
+7-1-3, yeah, the 8-3-2
+My easterns shawties both got ass, one got boobs
+
+[Post-Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Yeah, oh, yeah
+For my Philly hoes
+Yeah, oh, yeah
+My Virginia hoes
+Yeah, oh, yeah
+Ohio
+Yeah, oh, yeah
+Texas
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+Dallas, Houston
+Where they do prostitution
+I got a bih from Louisiana, work at Hooters
+Cali he got a bitch from Chiraq, bring 'em two fish
+Baltimore, Boston
+I got a bitch from Indiana, head the sloppiest
+If you catfish me, no Tilapia
+If you really wanna leave, who's stoppin' you?
+Got my Glockiana
+I got a hitter from Pitsburgh, I call her Thotianna
+[?] these bitches always give me topianna
+Everytime I go to Oakland it's a [?]
+I got a bitch from Canada but I'm a felon
+I got a bitch from Jersey, she a scammer
+I got a bitch from Kentucky, she keep my hammer
+North Carolina, Arkansas, Alabama
+[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
+3-0-5 to the 3-2-2
+8-1-8, got the lightskin face
+Got some 3-1-0, 7-1-8
+3-4-7, I'm in brown skin Heaven
+Got some 4-0-4, 7-7-3
+3-1-3, my lil' shawty from the D, yeah
+7-1-3, yeah, the 8-3-2
+My easterns shawties both got ass, one got boobs
+
+[Post-Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Yeah, oh, yeah
+My Minesotta hoes
+Yeah, oh, yeah
+North Dakota hoes
+Yeah, oh, yeah
+Coloroda hoes
+Yeah, oh, yeah
+My Nevada hoes
+
+[Outro: Lil Durk]
+Now we got Portland, Oregon
+Then Idaho
+San Francisco bitches, can't forget 'bout y'all
+Mexico, y'all muhfuckas, South Carolina
+Too many hoesEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I Could[Intro]
+Damn to this day nigga still pray on my down fall
+You can't deny good music or a real nigga
+For real for real
+
+[Hook:]
+I used to break in the crib now I got a safe in the crib
+Chiraq crime rate build so it ain't safe at the crib
+I just want money forever told em that’s how Imma live
+Shootings and murders I seen I ain't never say I did it
+As a kid growing up
+As a kid growing up
+As a kid growing up
+I done seen a lot of shit
+As a kid growing up
+As a kid growing up
+As a kid growing up
+I done did a lot of shit
+
+[Verse 1:]
+I done seen how you shoot niggas
+Now I see right through people
+Three years of my life to them people
+Judge labeled me a menace
+I might grind to them people
+I gotta ride around with my heater
+Police killing my people
+Overseas cause I'm legal
+I ain't taking no chances
+Masks on for them cameras
+On my own no advances
+Broken homes for advances
+As a kid growing up
+I used to be poured up
+I ain't never froze up
+All I know is drill drill
+Put him on a poster
+Reward money for the killer
+They ain't never found the killer
+Don't nobody know nothing
+I rob niggas for they tool
+Brought guns up in school
+Started a war got to move
+Free nine boy let em loose (Ls)
+[Hook:]
+I used to break in the crib now I got a safe in the crib
+Chiraq crime rate build so it ain't safe at the crib
+I just want money forever told em that’s how Imma live
+Shootings and murders I seen I ain't never say I did it
+As a kid growing up
+As a kid growing up
+As a kid growing up
+I done seen a lot of shit
+As a kid growing up
+As a kid growing up
+As a kid growing up
+I done did a lot of shit
+
+[Verse 2:]
+Put a nigga on the news
+I'm in traffic with the tool
+Three cases Imma fool
+Gave my life to a[?]
+In the hand of a [?]
+Shooters took him on a cruise
+Streets see how I roll
+Still trying to get Zoo
+Still chasing them millions
+Daddy gave me the wisdom
+Twenty-three years up in prison
+I swear I seen his vision
+Seen my son I start tearin'
+I took the game it wasn't given
+Ditched school hit the hood
+Streets love me I'm good
+Shed tears if I could
+Shed blood if I could
+Shared money if I could
+Shared guns if I could
+Sell coke if I could
+Sell dope if I could
+I'd rob if I could
+I'm getting money cause I could (Ls)
+I used to break in the crib now I got a safe in the crib
+Chiraq crime rate build so it ain't safe at the crib
+I just want money forever told em that’s how Imma live
+Shootings and murders I seen I ain't never say I did it
+As a kid growing up
+As a kid growing up
+As a kid growing up
+I done seen a lot of shit
+As a kid growing up
+As a kid growing up
+As a kid growing up
+I done did a lot of shitEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+For Free[Intro]
+Let's go!
+
+[Hook]
+Robin jeans on me
+(?) wit Lee
+Bad bitches wanna turn up, they dancin' all for me
+Went to the act, she know it's all for me
+She give me top then she do the squats 'cause everything for free
+All molly sweat gang, geek the shit extra
+1, 2, 3, 4 shots, now you ain't stressed
+V line goin' up, told lil' girl not to stretch it
+Feds see me all on kell d, I tell 'em (?)
+
+[Verse]
+Pourin' money, I'm pourin' money
+Fake nigga just showin' money
+Everything I want gotta be new-new, no low-low
+Call from London, my bitch from London, that's (?) cause I want the foreign
+I see Ebro with 100 bandz, I'm hoping for em, I hope for em
+1, 2, 3, 4, 5, I'mma hold it nigga
+Runnin' wit the sack, got mo' money, got old money
+1, 2, 3, 4, yea, I'mma a golden nigga
+20 wit the sack, had mo' money than Oprah
+
+[Hook]
+Robin jeans on me
+(?) wit Lee
+Bad bitches wanna turn up, they dancin' all for me
+Went to the act, she know it's all for me
+She give me top then she do the squats 'cause everything for free
+All molly sweat gang, geek the shit extra
+1, 2, 3, 4 shots, now you ain't stressed
+V line goin' up, told lil' girl not to stretch it
+Feds see me all on kell d, I tell 'em (?)1EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Blood in the Morning*[Intro]
+(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
+
+[Verse 1]
+The trenches got inherited, the shit can get the scariest
+Eazy ain't answer his phone, I had to take my dawg to Elliot
+See he was my dawg but he told, that's an embarrassment
+When you cop a Rollie in the trenches, gotta cherish it
+Try to play both sides, that shit the deadliest
+Don't try to play me like I'm dumb with my intelligence
+They ain't gon' try to show you love if you ain't relevant
+I got people in my life, they got to vanishin'
+Them killers gon' go off your words, you gotta establish it
+I can count up a million cash, that's on my management
+Only The Family, oh-oh, establishment
+They gon' love you like you blood, hospitality
+
+[Chorus]
+Hate the smell of that blood in the mornin'
+It hurt my soul, I heard my homie was an informant, mm
+Take it back in the apartments
+How you riding 'round in that foreign, your people starvin'?
+When you the only one with that cash, they say you a target
+Investigations on the phone, they tried to tap me
+
+[Verse 2]
+Don't need no snake to rap
+You gotta defeat the battle
+They don't want us to be together
+I'm diggin' in deep with shovels
+Catch body, clean the barrel
+She think I'm a angel, ooh
+But she sleep with a devil
+Give me an E for effort
+I sip lean, Prometh'
+'Zine inside the nigga, yeah
+They say I sing it better
+I can't leave my brothers
+No, we need each other
+My kids, they need their parents
+[Chorus]
+Hate the smell of that blood in the mornin'
+It hurt my soul, I heard my homie was an informant, mm
+Take it back in the apartments
+How you riding 'round in that foreign, your people starvin'?
+When you the only one with that cash, they say you a target
+Investigations on the phone, they tried to tap me
+Hate the smell of that blood in the mornin'
+It hurt my soul, I heard my homie was an informant, mm
+Take it back in the apartments
+How you riding 'round in that foreign, your people starvin'?
+When you the only one with that cash, they say you a target
+Investigations on the phone, they tried to tap meEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Don’t Judge[Hook]
+They be tryna judge me
+I thought that they loved me
+But they don't really know me
+Please don't judge me (don't judge)
+Don't judge me (don't judge)
+They be tryna judge me
+They don't know my story
+They be wanting to hate me
+Don't judge me (don't judge me)
+Don't judge me (don't judge me)
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Loyalty was the key to these street niggas (let's get it!)
+Chains, cars, cribs, since a kid I used to think I was Meech nigga
+Starving, crib full of family I can't sleep without balling
+So I watch D Rose play (often)
+Aunty died from cancer so I rap to keep the laugh
+I'd rather pray when I'm alone instead of giving shit to pastors
+Daddy gone since I was a in pampers
+He get out when I'm in pampers
+Old and a dead man, hand still on the hammer
+Niggas talking 'bout they my mans and we friends
+Where you was you at when that man with that lanz offered me ten?
+Shackled up, with the niggas that we hit with the fan
+Eating shit that we gathered in blan
+President still black, I hope he change shit
+Niggas out here fifty, doing the same shit
+When he say he got my back he ran quick
+Don't judge me
+I know the streets love me
+(Yeah, talk to em)
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+Dope dealers, cold killers, day 1 niggas told nigga
+Half them killers told on em
+Had my chopper and road with em
+My mouth close though
+I can't snitch on a nigga pillow talking to ops and hoes bitch of a nigga
+Summer nights, all them drugs made me kill shit
+I lost so many niggas if they die I don't feel shit
+Been on IG with me man, just to feel rich
+Them niggas who snaked, I kept it real with it
+And they ain't loyal though
+Mind of a psycho twelve posted on light poles
+Soul cracked to the light though
+Going crazy I might though
+RIP who I cry to
+Hold my head on cause I got to
+Yeah, I'm loyal nigga
+
+[Hook]EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+About Her[Intro: Lil Durk]
+Oh my God, what is this?
+Hey, ride with me
+I need a ride or die chick
+I need a ride or die chick
+Yeah, yeah, yeah
+This that feel good music
+I don't give a fuck if he your man or your side chick
+He gon' ride with you, you feel me?
+Hey, Let's get it
+
+[Pre-Chorus: Lil Durk]
+For that pussy, I'ma run up a check
+No lie, I can't fuckin' forget
+Please don't ask that nigga for shit
+When you call, I'ma come and go get
+Trust issues, if I can't trust
+I can't fuck with you
+Money and pussy the power
+I can fuck and suck on that pussy for hours
+While you cumin' and screamin'
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+It's just a think about her
+I'ma forever think about her
+She gon' kill it, keep it real about her
+I'ma' kill it, keep it real about her
+[Post-Chorus: Lil Durk & Ty Dolla $ign]
+About her, about her, about her
+About her, about her, about her
+About her, about her (Dolla $ign)
+
+[Verse: Ty Dolla $ign]
+Trip to the island, that's about her
+Take the yacht out couple hours, that's about her (Yeah)
+First class flights, that's about her ('Bout her)
+If she wrong or right, I'm about her (Ooh, yeah)
+And she about me (Me)
+She know she got a real one
+So she keep it G (yeah), one hundred (Hundred)
+We get her own money, we both stuntin' (Stuntin')
+We meet a pretty bitch and we both want her (Oh no)
+Bae with the shit and I'm with the shit
+And we be so lit (We be so lit, lit)
+And before I hit I gotta lick-lick
+All over the clit (All over the clit)
+She my rider, I make her hit high not like Mariah (Ooh, yeah)
+And I'm the only one who know that pussy fire (Fire)
+Dolla $ign
+
+[Pre-Chorus: Lil Durk]
+For that pussy, I'ma run up a check
+No lie, I can't fuckin' forget
+Please don't ask that nigga for shit
+When you call, I'ma come and go get
+Trust issues, if I can't trust
+I can't fuck with you
+Money and pussy the power
+I can fuck and suck on that pussy for hours
+While you cumin' and screamin'
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+It's just a think about her
+I'ma forever think about her
+She gon' kill it, keep it real about her
+I'ma' kill it, keep it real about her
+
+[Post-Chorus: Lil Durk]
+About her, about her, about her
+About her, about her, about her
+About her, about herEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I’m Bout It[Intro: Lil Durk & Fredo Santana]
+I'm a hitta by myself
+I'm a hitta by myself (L's)
+"Hello?"
+"Man whatup bro what's good?"
+"Chillin chillin man motherfucker back down in these streets man"
+"Hell yeah boy you back down bro"
+Motherfuckers know what it is
+Niggas got me goin' crazy
+In the crib off the lazy
+
+[Verse 1]
+OTF we the team
+And I'm a hitta that's the theme
+Police snatch me I won't sing
+Read me my rights and Imma leave
+My people told me never trust none
+Niggas be all in my face but I don't trust 'em
+
+
+[Chorus]
+I got the black mask and I'm 'bout it
+You know I can't leave the crib without it
+A lot of people say they doubt me
+You best believe my niggas 'bout it
+Dreaded up and they 'bout it
+Ridin' 'round and they 'bout it
+All black and they 'bout it
+OTF we 'bout it
+Dreaded up and we 'bout it
+Ridin' 'round and they 'bout it
+All black and they 'bout it
+OTF we 'bout it
+[Verse 2]
+I got O and Moski on my mind
+I lean for Tayski 'nem all the time
+Free da guys like 300 times
+[? 1:29] that's 300 time
+Fuck the feds they gave my daddy life
+For my son Imma make it right
+The feds gave my daddy life
+For my son Imma make it right
+Ridin', 2 seaters
+750 wit' two eaters
+One nigga got two heaters
+Ride on me and get blammed up
+Soft niggas better man up
+That limit squeeze don't jam up
+Black mask, hand up
+Move or get blammed up
+Livin' up to that YOLO
+Real niggas better stand up (Let's get it)
+Cuff bitches no handcuffs (L's)
+Niggas know that we'll band up (drillin')
+Niggas better go get it (Let's get it)
+Ridin' 'round and I'm gettin' it
+'cept I got on three chains
+I got a movie clip like DGainz (L's)
+[Chorus]
+I got the black mask and I'm 'bout it
+You know I can't leave the crib without it
+A lot of people say they doubt me (bow bow bow)
+You best believe my niggas 'bout it (Let's get it, L's)
+Dreaded up and they 'bout it (300)
+Ridin' 'round and they 'bout it (300)
+All black and they 'bout it (let's get it)
+OTF we 'bout it
+Dreaded up and we 'bout it (let's get it)
+Ridin' 'round and they 'bout it
+All black and they 'bout it (Lil Durk)
+OTF we 'bout it
+
+[Verse 3]
+It's one of them nights (let's get it)
+I gotta carry that pipe
+Look both ways like dykes
+I can't get caught that's life
+I'm so BOS nigga
+That i gotta blam on sight
+So if I see you wit' that light (L's)
+Just know I blam you on sight (L's)
+Hoes on my dick (let's get it)
+Got me on my BJ shit
+40' on this replay shit
+Mac'll rip up three way shit (let's get it)
+Easy to say drill is hard when you ain't drillin' shit
+Sippin' for no feelin' shit
+Fuck you and yo feelings bitch
+I'm rollin' off a hitta
+Too many say they drillin'
+I go hard with no liquor
+Gotta shoot me for a stick up
+I do too much to bitch up (let's get it)
+This 40' give you nip-tuck
+You better keep yo lips tucked (L's)
+[Chorus]
+I got the black mask and I'm 'bout it
+You know I can't leave the crib without it (Let's get it)
+A lot of people say they doubt me (bow bow bow)
+You best believe my niggas 'bout it (300)
+Dreaded up and they 'bout it (300)
+Ridin' 'round and they 'bout it (300)
+All black and they 'bout it (let's get it)
+OTF we 'bout it  (let's get it)
+Dreaded up and we 'bout it (Let's get it)
+Ridin' 'round and they 'bout it
+All black and they 'bout it (Lil Durk)
+OTF we 'bout itEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Hell Hole[Intro: Lil Durk]
+I had to sleep with my pants on...
+Lawyer money bring my mans home
+
+[Pre-Chorus: Wallway Pack]
+They know we happy here
+Shootout while the police outside
+Yeah we Iraq in here
+War, we OTF
+Bitch we the mob, we from the bottom here
+That hell hole, I swerve round here
+Get high in the stu' with my jeans on
+Nigga fiend houses, they might go in my pockets
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+I used to trick all the fiend
+I didn't believe anything
+Stake ? the bean
+It felt like I sleep with the demons
+Hell hole, hell hole
+Hell hole, hell hole
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+I used to sleep around dope smokers
+I had to sleep with my pants on
+I remember havin no troubles
+Lawyer money bring my mans home
+Fuck with Durkio, red rum
+Niggas snake you if you let them
+Lost my perc, temper tantrum
+He a goofy, let foenem scam him
+Send a dick pic that's random
+Got 6 kids cause I'm handsome
+Rockstar, no stand up
+I ain't off a perc, I won't stand up
+She want Desiigner drugs, Panda
+Nigga better take his case, just man up
+Sex me I wanna, I'm rollin' off ecstasy
+Rather sip Activis, I don't fuck with Hennessy
+Negative rumors be givin me energy
+You not a gansta, I really see ?
+Niggas be tryna sound like me, I see like 10 of me
+Niggas ain't got no gang like me, they turned to enemies
+Oh, we got a show I'm goin' to Italy
+Know for sure that Gucci made in Italy
+Oh, that .45 Glock knock out his memory
+Oh, ? got my wrist on 10 degrees
+[Pre-Chorus: Wallway Pack]
+They know we happy here
+Shootout while the police outside
+Yeah we Iraq in here
+War, we OTF
+Bitch we the mob, we from the bottom here
+That hell hole, I swerve round here
+Get high in the stu' with my jeans on
+Nigga fiend houses, they might go in my pockets
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+I used to trick all the fiend
+I didn't believe anything
+Stake ? the bean
+It felt like I sleep with the demons
+Hell hole, hell hole
+Hell hole, hell hole
+
+[Verse 2: Wallway Pack]
+We come from poverty
+Findin' the plug, I'm hittin' the lottery ?
+Til law came and got me
+Can't play with them, fuck around I shot you
+Came out the hell hole, it's a robbery
+War way OTF
+? I walked there
+? trappin' at 12
+Wherever I'm at turn into the trapper
+Wherever I'm at they die there
+12 years old ? arrest
+Wanted me to buy weed ?
+Lil ? have me slammin' my momma boyfriend door
+Swear anywhere you go I go
+Swear everywhere I go you go
+And I brought you bro
+Where you roll, I roll
+We ain't breakin' no codes, penitentiary row god damn
+I don't know when they gon' get it, I told em we on
+I'm hoping he still in the pen, he ain't came home yet
+? keep droppin' these bombs, they makin' bomb threats
+Who run the trap, Wallway Pack
+[Pre-Chorus: Wallway Pack]
+They know we happy here
+Shootout while the police outside
+Yeah we Iraq in here
+War, we OTF
+Bitch we the mob, we from the bottom here
+That hell hole, I swerve round here
+Get high in the stu' with my jeans on
+Nigga fiend houses, they might go in my pockets
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+I used to trick all the fiend
+I didn't believe anything
+Stake ? the bean
+It felt like I sleep with the demons
+Hell hole, hell hole
+Hell hole, hell holeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Partner[Intro]
+Dy Krazy
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+I swear I got these drugs, I'm just chilled on nothin'
+That drank it gave me a push, Shit ain't [?]
+All fucked up, as a youngin', I had to figure it out
+I fuck it up at them stores, I use a [?]
+When I taste them drugs, that shit numb my tongue
+I just pulled up, I got a dice, Roll on one
+Nigga, ain't no rules to fighting, in a one on one
+Smokin' out the pound, I just fill my lungs
+My kids couldn't come around me, my house full of guns
+My kids don't ask for no money, I send it every month
+Three, four, five, select these hoes, I don't know which one
+Three, four, five, select the fools, they be eatin' me up
+I done blew a bag, all one Hunnid G's
+25 bands on my 300 ring
+And I used to fuck with them niggas but they don't fuck with me
+Do I like being around that money? Yes in-fucking-deed
+If a bitch ask for my bag, get on your fuckin' knees
+I could use a [?] but for [?]
+You in my hood, you knew you was out here, They blow your fees
+I could use a [?] just to [?]
+
+[Hook: SosMula]
+[?]
+Three, four, five bodies, now my shooter on the run
+Million dollar bail, a lil nigga, now I know he stressed
+First day home from jail, I'ma rob the coke connect (Mula)
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+I risk my life for my partner, my partner
+Turnin' up with my partner, my partner
+I can't trade on my partner, my partner
+Drop a bag with my partner, my partner
+
+[Verse 2: SosMula]
+Three, four, five bodies nigga I'ma fuck it up
+Pull up on the opps, I'ma hit 'em with the double drum
+Watch them niggas huddle up, scary with the bubble guts
+Got my block, poppin' shit, jumpin' like it's Double Dutch
+Put my hood up on my back, got my hood up and my strap
+What you pussies lookin' at?
+
+[Hook: SosMula]
+[?]
+Three, four, five bodies, now my shooter on the run
+Million dollar bail, a lil nigga, now I know he stressed
+First day home from jail, I'ma rob the coke connect (Mula!)
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Fuckin' hoes with my partner, my partner
+And we really havin' lotta, a lotta
+Been my brother since a toddler, a toddler
+Been my brother since a toddler, a toddlerEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+2 Many Say They Drillin[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Too many say they drillin', niggas ain't even killin'
+You shootin' not killin', Lil Durk start hittin'
+Free Theo BD, Dayski, RIP Moe and Tayski
+Fuck dissin', get with me, in traffic or period
+'Fore a nigga come up missin', aye Bra Bra no he in it
+He got beef put me in it, Tay Town, 300
+These shots whoever want it, you say you got it man
+Your lil niggas baloney and my lil niggas hungry
+FTO say that two times, I say that shit a few times
+All you niggas female, the real niggas locked down
+Two of my guys got shot down
+"Who did it?", Can't talk now
+"Who did it?", Can't talk now
+"Who did it?", "Who did it?"
+I can't say no names, you know the feds listenin'
+It be the drillers who be locked up in the feds snitchin'
+He trickin' they bitches, get loud and be slippin'
+No attemption just murder, shoutout my nigga Murda, L's
+
+[Bridge: Lil Durk]
+Shout out to Lil Reese man
+Lamron
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Reese]
+Me and my niggas thirsty, catch em' and show em' no mercy
+Hollowtips in this .30, all of our guns dirty
+Anybody can get it, play with me you will get it
+All of my broskis with it, push his cap back that fitted
+Off the shits now I'm in it, 300 I been with it
+Don't run my mouth to bitches, leave that up for the bitches
+On the pot and I whip it, put it out, handle business
+Handle my own business, merk him, don't leave no witness, L's
+[Outro: Lil Reese]
+You know how I rock Lil Durk
+Let's get it broskiEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Go Hard[Chorus: Lil Durk and Ananti]
+Whole team go hard
+For that bag I go hard
+You know we go hard
+You know I gotta go hard
+For that bag I go hard
+Gotta go hard
+[?] like I'm tryna record
+Money money money I gots to go hard
+Money money money man I gots to go hard
+Yeah I'm going hard at the bando
+I go hard
+Gotta go hard
+Gotta go hard
+Yeah you know I gotta go hard
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+[?]
+All these hoes be stupid geeked
+All these niggas tupid cheeks
+I go hard
+Duffle bag [?]
+50 [?]
+DJ PJ [?], we eating [?]
+People know what we 'bout
+I'm wiping the streets out
+She wiping the team down, going hard like Pakayo
+People don't know I ain't backing down, people don't know backing down
+People don't know packing down, just a boy that [?] sound
+I go stupid hard, stupid crazy lazy don
+Lean got me lazy don, trippie [?]
+[?]
+I got swag, trending now
+[?]
+I be swag, trend it up
+[Chorus: Lil Durk and Ananti]
+Whole team go hard
+For that bag I go hard
+You know we go hard
+You know I gotta go hard
+For that bag I go hard
+Gotta go hard
+[?] like I'm tryna record
+Money money money I gots to go hard
+Money money money man I gots to go hard
+Yeah I'm going hard at the bando
+I go hard
+Gotta go hard
+Gotta go hard
+Yeah you know I gotta go hard
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+Banana or rocket, [?] Gucci lense
+Walk out with a bad bitch, she pulling out 20 bands
+I tell her she the one I [?]
+She say that's that bullshit
+Ain't in my millions, yeah
+But guaranteed I'm hood rich
+I go hard like Kanye West
+It's Rosé, we drink the best
+[?]
+[?] on my vest
+Ain't no horses on my hat
+[?] on my pants
+I go hard, I go hard
+[Chorus: Lil Durk and Ananti]
+Whole team go hard
+For that bag I go hard
+You know we go hard
+You know I gotta go hard
+For that bag I go hard
+Gotta go hard
+[?] like I'm tryna record
+Money money money I gots to go hard
+Money money money man I gots to go hard
+Yeah I'm going hard at the bando
+I go hard
+Gotta go hard
+Gotta go hard
+Yeah you know I gotta go hardEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Savage city[intro]
+You know we about it ,water the price(yeah)
+Hold the mic for a min son,i ain't done with em yet
+Ball barrel, we busting them pack's slanging that crack
+Going to church to repent on my sin's , it feels like satan on my back
+
+[hook]
+Huh-huh plenty bitches, plenty bitches yeah i got plenty bitches
+A dozen bitch's, syrup all in my purple cup ,syrup all in my purple cup
+Stayed down know i came up , stayed down know i came upEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+How could youHow could you snitch on me
+How could you played with me
+I thought we were blood brothers
+You did me so dirty, you snitch and lied on me
+How can i trust you, we were at the casino
+2 man got shot so we left the scene
+How could you take everything i gave you and you  betrayed on me
+There were 2 murder scene on ave bloc , i got keep this hot
+Are we not gonna eat, the d e a question me, but i'm never snitching on a soul no not me
+We were running from choppers and helicopsEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Deep endShe's only 17, her whole life's ahead of her
+
+She hates school because the people there discredit her
+
+Her boyfriend tries to show her that's not how it seems
+
+But everyday she just gets lowered with her self-esteem
+
+He let's her know that every night will have a brighter day
+She even tried to overdose and take her life away
+
+She's feeling hopeless there just sitting down beside her bed
+Then he takes his hand and places it beside her head
+
+He tries to hold her but with every touch she still resists
+And then he sees the scars that bury deep within her wrists
+
+She's feeling numb, he tries to beg and plead and ask her, "Why?"
+
+She says this way she has control of the pain she feels inside
+
+He's asking her, "How long it's going since you've felt this?
+
+Way because you got me here, just feeling so damn helpless."
+
+She says, "It's been a while. I guess I needed better luck."
+And then he screams at her and tells her, "Baby, never cut!"
+
+Nobody seems to get you, you feel you're on your own
+But listen, pretty lady, you don't have to be alone
+So, baby, don't cut
+
+Baby, don't cut
+
+You can do anything, just promise baby you won't cut
+
+I know your heart is hurting, you think the road has end
+You may just feel that blade you're holding is your only friend
+
+But baby don't cut, baby don't cut
+
+You can do anything, just promise baby you won't cut
+
+The next day at school she's feeling better than the day before
+
+Even cracked a couple smiles as she walked the corridor
+
+But all that seemed to end: she dropped her books when she walked into class
+
+And every student in the room just seemed to point and laugh
+
+She couldn't take it anymore, she sent her boy a text
+She said, "I love you with my body, heart and soul to death."
+
+He thought nothing, typed "I love you", then he sent it
+
+By "death" he didn't know that she had literally just meant it
+
+She ducked the next class, ran home into the bathroom
+
+Thought to herself she wouldn't break her promise that soon
+One cut... two cuts... three cuts... four
+
+The blood just started dripping from the tub to the floor
+
+Her boyfriend had a feeling in his stomach that he hated
+
+He followed it right down to her house he never waited
+
+The front door was open, he heard the water running
+
+He stormed into the bathroom and his heart just started gunning
+
+Nobody seems to get you, you feel you're on your own
+But listen pretty lady you don't have to be alone
+
+So baby don't cut
+Baby don't cut
+
+You can do anything, just promise baby you won't cut
+
+I know your heart is hurting, you think the road has end
+You may just feel that blade you're holding is your only friend
+
+But baby don't cut, baby don't cut
+
+You can do anything, just promise baby you won't cut
+
+He puts her arm around his shoulder, he's just tryna lean her back up
+
+Yelling out her name as he lays her beside the bathtub
+
+Feels his whole world just took a hit from a big avalanche
+
+Screaming out so heavily, "Somebody call an ambulance!"
+
+Feeling mad angry like somebody's led her onto this
+
+Her eyeballs are rolling, drifting out of consciousness
+
+Thinking to himself why the hell did she just stop at will
+
+The tears just keep on rolling as they head to the hospital
+
+Paramedics rush her in, the doctor calls emergency
+
+She's lost a lot of blood the place looks like a murder scene
+
+An hour later, the doc walks over with a sour face
+And says, "Excuse me for the words that I'm about to say
+
+I'm sorry for your loss, " the boy just starts collapsing
+
+His own world, his own girl just took a crashing
+
+Saying to himself that it's his fault and that he let it up
+
+"Baby, I thought you made a promise you would never cut."
+
+Nobody seems to get you, you feel you're on your own
+But listen pretty lady you don't have to be alone
+
+So baby don't cut
+
+Baby don't cut
+You can do anything, just promise baby you won't cut
+
+I know your heart is hurting, you think the road has end
+You may just feel that blade you're holding is your only friend
+
+But baby don't cut
+
+, baby don't cut
+You can do anything, just promise baby you won't cutEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Gucci Scarff[Intro]
+(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it)
+
+[Chorus]
+The tears run down my face (tears run down my face)
+I don't like the world to see me crying
+So I try to stay in my place, being a snake one of the biggest crimes (biggest)
+Can you bring that Gucci scarf from out my bag to me right now so I can dry my tears
+You would go up out your way to hurt me so so bad to show me that it's real
+Imma take this jewelry off and get up out that foreign car to show you how I really live (jewelry oh, oh, oh)
+Show you how the trenches is, show you how they really live (ooo how they really living)
+
+[Verse 1]
+This ain't no gimmick, a ten, stay off pills cos they just put mе in my feelings (put me in my feelings)
+I done seen the rеalist niggas switch up for a image
+I told him don't let that money change him but he got offensive (offensive)
+I'm hard body forever but in the stu i'm sentimental (let's get it)
+See I might not sip lean no more but it would not change my feelings
+Won't send money to the county but spend 15 on your bridges
+See I don't understand they be claiming they the realist
+They treat me like a opp, like I ain't did shit for my niggas
+I be in the hood I clutch my pipe whenever a car stop
+Walk to school I damn near get jumped by opps when the car don't start
+Auto zone I mean no auto cos I carry auto parts (yeaahhh)
+Way we buss down bricks inside that trap we think we martial arts
+[Chorus]
+The tears run down my face (tears run down my face)
+I don't like the world to see me crying
+So I try to stay in my place, being a snake one of the biggest crimes (biggest)
+Can you bring that Gucci scarf from out my bag to me right now so I can dry my tears
+You would go up out your way to hurt me so so bad to show me that it's real
+Imma take this jewelry off and get up out that foreign car to show you how I really live (jewelry oh, oh, oh)
+Show you how the trenches is, show you how they really live (ooo how they really living)
+
+[Verse 2]
+I stand for all the real niggas they in the back of me
+My eyes get teary about my kids but I blame allergies
+When you in that trap get paid by the bag not by the salary
+And I'm on point wherever I go that's just the RAQ in me
+Where that cash need GPS
+Can't chill round hoes need S-E-X
+None them niggas don't owe me shit no homie or no brodie shit
+That bitch ass, that phony shit
+Face a blunt my lonely shit
+You ain't my dawg imma fuck yo hoe but I never fuck my homie bitch (Fax)
+If the bitch claim that she mixed then imma treat her like a mutt
+Got a call that he got shot but I knew he died it was in my guts
+So much doubt that's why I keep on turning up
+And they a try to say my name to get some fame but they ain't turnt enooouuugh
+
+[Chorus]
+The tears run down my face (tears run down my face)
+I don't like the world to see me crying
+So I try to stay in my place, being a snake one of the biggest crimes (biggest)
+Can you bring that Gucci scarf from out my bag to me right now so I can dry my tears
+You would go up out your way to hurt me so so bad to show me that it's real
+Imma take this jewelry off and get up out that foreign car to show you how I really live (jewelry oh, oh, oh)
+Show you how the trenches is, show you how they really live (ooo how they really living)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Gucci Gucci (Original Version)[Intro]
+(Geraldo Liive on the track)
+
+[Chorus]
+Chanel, Gucci, Gucci, handbag, Gucci, Gucci
+Emilio Pucci, Pucci, I might kiss that coochie, coochie
+Lambo' truck, I’m Gucci, Gucci, shirt got snakes, it's Gucci, Gucci
+If you snitch, you ratatouille, duffle bag Gucci, Gucci
+Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything
+Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything
+Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything
+Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything
+
+[Verse 1]
+Bucket hat inside the club that's the move, that shit (Gucci, Gucci)
+I just showed ’em love, spent a dub inside of (Gucci, Gucci)
+Ain't no makin' love, when I'm done I'm buyin' (Gucci, Gucci)
+I just told my bitch, she want Chanel or she want (Gucci, Gucci)
+My bruddas stuck in jail, I say "I'm cabbin'", she (Gucci, Gucci)
+And I know her cut, [?] kill you for some (Gucci, Gucci)
+I just took some drugs and I’m not high, so I’m not (Gucci, Gucci)
+Fly that bitch on private, touch her private by her (Gucci, Gucci)
+A scammer told me "get the cash, that rack deposit" (Gucci, Gucci)
+High fashion, keep designer, why? 'cause that shit (Gucci, Gucci)
+Big diamonds keep my pinky polished ’cause it's (Gucci, Gucci)
+Got a bitch and I ain't fuck and I still bought
+[Chorus]
+Chanel, Gucci, Gucci, handbag, Gucci, Gucci
+Emilio Pucci, Pucci, I might kiss that coochie, coochie
+Lambo' truck, I’m Gucci, Gucci, shirt got snakes, it's Gucci, Gucci
+If you snitch, you ratatouille, duffle bag Gucci, Gucci
+Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything
+Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything
+Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything
+Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything
+Gucci, Gucci
+
+[Verse 2]
+Gucci gang like I'm Lil Pump
+I'm ridin' 'round with some niggas who got the hood turnt
+She suckin' my dick, ain't give a shit, I wish she would stunt
+Designer smoker, smoke my own, I make Chanel Runtz
+The Gucci pants, I get 'em tailored, make it a lil' short
+Pitchin' pennies, shootin' dice, that shit a hood sport
+That shit (Gucci, Gucci)
+You want Celine, I give you these, nigga (Gucci)
+Gucci store text my phone, they say, "You need these" (Gucci, Gucci)
+I spent the night, I hit the cup, I fell asleep wearin' (Gucci, Gucci)
+Bro'nem call me from the trap, they say they keep playin' (Gucci, Gucci)
+When the world hear this song, they gon' keep sayin' (Gucci, Gucci)
+Ain't no Zara, H&M, I told you these pants
+[Chorus]
+Chanel, Gucci, Gucci, handbag, Gucci, Gucci
+Emilio Pucci, Pucci, I might kiss that coochie, coochie
+Lambo' truck, I'm Gucci, Gucci, shirt got snakes, it's Gucci, Gucci
+If you snitch, you ratatouille, duffle bag Gucci, Gucci
+Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything
+Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything
+Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything
+Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci everything
+Gucci, GucciEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+I Get Paid[Intro: Tags]
+Another fya starta production
+Shout out to OTF
+DJ Sean Mac, this shit soundin' good, nigga
+Haha, Lil Durk let's work
+Drill city what up?
+Man
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Money, money-money, money-money (I get paid)
+Money, money-money, (I-I, I get paid, I get-I get)
+Money (Sean Mac, come here), money-money, money-money (I get paid)
+Money, money-money (I-I, I get paid, I get-I get)
+Money, money-money, money-money (I get paid)
+Money, money-money (I-I, I get paid, I get-I get, Sean Mac, come here)
+Money, money-money, money-money (I get paid)
+Money, money-money (I-I, I get paid, I get-I get)
+(Man)
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+She said my ass [?] bungee jumpin'
+See said she don't run from nothin' (Let's get it)
+She said she Rack City chick
+Hundred, hundred, hundred, hundred (Ao!)
+My [?] less than that
+You a square, check a map (Ao!)
+Been in this shit since '92, all I know is checker bags
+OT, yeah bitch, fuck the opps (Yeah)
+Call me soda, imma pop
+From your bitch, I want her top (Haha)
+'Til I'm dead, I won't stop
+Hatin' fool can't trust a bitch (Let's get it)
+He'll tell, he the cops
+I get money, money-money (Ao!), money-money (I get paid)
+Give her that shit, get me (Laid)
+Kick your door, it's not a stain (Yeah)
+Not a raise from a stain
+Gucci shades
+True religion, prolades (Prolades)
+Coolin' through the hottest days (Days)
+Beefers be with choppa blades
+Ridin' pool, get choppa sprayed (Ma-man down)
+[?] hand down
+.30 got her hand clapped (Clap)
+Get your mans Saran wrap
+Now he gone, TIP (Haha)
+It's a drill, no TIP
+Get money 'til I R.I.P (Get it)
+I can't fuck with CPD (CPD)
+I'm sucka free, MTV (MTV)
+[Chorus: Lil Durk & King Louie]
+Money, money-money, money-money (I get paid)
+Money, money-money, (I-I, I get paid, I get-I get)
+Money, money-money, money-money (I get paid)
+Money, money-money (I-I, I get paid, I get-I get)
+Money, money-money, money-money (I get paid)
+Money, money-money (I-I, I get paid, I get-I get)
+Money, money-money, money-money (I get paid, aye)
+Money, money-money (I-I, I get paid, I get-I get)
+
+[Verse 2: King Louie]
+New boo, bang gang (What?)
+Bitch, I do my damn thang
+Mixing dope with champaign
+He fuck boy, so damn lame (Stupid)
+.30 with the beam, aye
+We folks in your bitch
+She took me, that mean train (What?)
+Spin the bitch with good game (Word!)
+Oh, I ball like hood gang (Ballin')
+Gold bottles like trophies (Aye)
+This press start, need no keys (Vroom)
+Better know where my [?] is (Yeah)
+Load up off a four-piece (What?)
+On my iPhone, nine-piece (Trillin')
+Keep the bitch, she a dime piece
+King Louie, I'm a god, hoe (Amen)
+Stunt hard and get robbed, bro (What?)
+Flow harder than Chicago (What?)
+I'm [?] (Yeah)
+Move, move boo, that's the motto (What?)
+Machine gun, that's auto (Yeah)
+V-V12, money, pronto (Aye)
+Leave a nigga with a halo if he try to test like Ron (Ok)
+Drillin' in with a [?] (Yeah)
+Shorty drippin' like Rambo (What?)
+.30 rounds, shot ammo (Woo)
+I get bitches, and dope (What?)
+Real shit what I stand for (Yeah)
+Bitch wanna ride me like a handle (What?)
+Give me head like shampoo (What?)
+'Cause I get paid, asshole (Yeah)
+[Chorus: Lil Durk &]
+Money, money-money, money-money (I get paid)
+Money, money-money, (I-I, I get paid, I get-I get)
+Money, money-money, money-money (I get paid)
+Money, money-money (I-I, I get paid, I get-I get)
+Money, money-money, money-money (I get paid)
+Money, money-money (I-I, I get paid, I get-I get)
+Money, money-money, money-money (I get paid)
+Money, money-money (I-I, I get paid, I get-I get paid)
+
+[Outro: Lil Durk]
+(I-I, I get paid)
+(I-I, I get paid)
+(I-I, I get paid)
+(I-I, I get paid)EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+The Intro (I’m A Hitta)[Interlude]
+get into it stupid!
+Lil Durk, I made a mixtape, man
+go get it!
+lot of these niggas had doubted me, shit, I'm on top now
+[?] some try to understand
+a lot of these grown niggas talkin' 'bout this and that (Aint even on shit)
+last time I checked I was rapin' this shit, man
+Chicago, stand the fuck up
+free Bump, man
+shout out to The Rude Boys
+these game's what happenin'
+ha, ha, ha
+ha, damn
+I'm in the studio on some fuckerys, man (I got this shit)
+shout out Flynt, man, Louisville, what it do? (What up?)
+[?], man [?], we a movement (Shout out to them guys, damn man)
+shout out DTHANG though, man, [?] (Lil' boy)
+nigga what it do?
+shout out my son too, man (Haha)
+I was gone, now I'm back
+y'all gotta play all these tracks, man
+shout out to the Lowends
+shout out to them niggas in the hundreds
+R.I.P. to them niggas too, man
+shout out A$AP (Westside)
+everybody wanna be-EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Remember (official verison)[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Times ain't eat right
+Plumber nigga I keep pipe, street life
+Gotta tote that .30 after street lights
+3 Mice they ain’t Blind I know them niggas see right
+All the rats, signed them papers gave my daddy 10 life
+Niggas say I switched up shit
+Only thing i switched up was me chasin' a bitch
+Or me chasin' a M
+Millions of murders
+Where I'm from it's  millions of murders
+He a snitch he ain't straight, he in cursive
+I put my city on, niggas hate, that I put my city on
+I'm a boss i dont give a fuck i got my diddy on
+I'ma be this way till a pussy nigga send me home
+I keep that fifth (5th), like an Alcoholic
+I Can’t Sit (Why ?) this Money Calling
+I need jewel, drugs, cars and a crib to park it
+I see a opp im sparkin'
+And they know that they Dead meat
+We a family not a gang, and we out here play for keeps
+Baby momma trippin' thinking she gonna get fed for free
+Better start working bitch, Lil Durk ain't no deadbeat, but i keep that red beam!
+Jojo talkin', red out
+Where he at, take him out
+So many bricks in the trap, we can make a house
+My niggas gon war for win , you niggas gon war for clout
+Bronem lost that crowd for ten, he dont know when he's comin out
+Durk album sittin' at the label when he coming out
+Name popping got my shit popping I ain't droppin' out
+Call Kanye West he ain't the only nigga dropping out
+400K the first day, yeah they Jockin' now
+[Verse 2: Durk]
+I just bought more choppas dont get extra wet
+OTF, Nuski gang bitch im reppin' that
+Its a murder scene where im steppin' at
+Shoot out from far back, bitch you catchin dat
+Yeh that bitch go Boom, Boom, Boom, Boomm!
+Car go Zoom, Zoom, Zoom, Zoomm!
+No new niggas, ain't no room
+Bitch i am a goon
+(Let's get it)
+
+[Outro]
+Remember my name
+Remember my name
+Remember my name
+One thing i can't change
+Remember my nameEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Homicide[Intro: Tags]
+My nigga Pharris
+Life Ain’t No Joke
+Victoriouz
+Keep your eyes open, nigga
+
+[Verse 1]
+Be careful with bitches
+All these bitches is diggers
+They say she love you forever
+Next thing be fuckin' your nigga
+Need a bitch to get with it
+That's why I need me a [?]
+I just fuck her and pass her
+I might slide her some Fendi
+Shorty say she three-hunnid
+And she all 'bout Debit
+She said she scared of the [?]
+Well shorty, that's how I'm livin'
+Either fame or cars, it wouldn't make me no difference
+I just caught me a bird, and I ain't talkin' 'bout Twitter
+Light skin redbone
+Peanut butter, no [?]
+Or maybe cool as a fan, or either darker than [?]
+This the life that I'm livin', I want part of it all
+I'm like a star to a mall, so I Target 'em all
+Dolce & Gabbana
+Gucci, Louis, and Prada
+True Religions, and Rockins
+Ralph Lauren and Robbins
+Ain't gotta stunt 'cause I got 'em
+Soon as they drop it I cop it
+Lead the lot with a foreign
+Finna go slide on my foreign
+2013, I got it
+Last two years I've been trappin'
+You addicted to bitches, and I'm addicted to rappin'
+All white [?] leather lookin' just like a napkin
+All my niggas, they drillin', they say that we be trappin'
+Let's get it
+[Chorus]
+Homicide, homicide, it's a homicide
+Man down, shots fired, it's a homicide
+For 48, real life is a homicide
+He in the morgue, always snitchin', or he traumatized
+Homicide, homicide, it's a homicide
+Man down, shots fired, it's a homicide
+For 48, real life is a homicide
+He in the morgue, always snitchin', or he traumatized
+
+[Verse 2]
+I cut the lock off
+Like champagne tops, I pop off
+Free Reggie and free Lil Charles
+K9 blitz, they some dogs
+That MAC'll knock his top off
+That [?] said, "Drop his top off"
+Run up and you get dropped off
+LL-button-up-Cool J
+My diamonds red like Kool-Aid
+My Rollie watch say, "Too late"
+I'm mad as head like toupees
+A lot of niggas fugazi
+I'm in the trap like 2 Chainz, 'cept I got like four chains
+[?] say no names
+You talkin', you get duct tape
+What's like to have that [?]
+These ho's they in a dub race
+Fuck me, then fuck BJ
+Shout out to the DJ
+In the field where we play
+You pussys better behave
+I'm runnin' home like relays
+Let's get it
+[Chorus]
+Homicide, homicide, it's a homicide
+Man down, shots fired, it's a homicide
+For 48, real life is a homicide
+He in the morgue, always snitchin', or he traumatized
+Homicide, homicide, it's a homicide
+Man down, shots fired, it's a homicide
+For 48, real life is a homicide
+He in the morgue, always snitchin', or he traumatized
+
+[Outro]
+Free twin
+Free Bruh BruhEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Eater[Intro: Lil Durk]
+I can turn your girl into an eater (I'm Still A Hitta, Victoriouz)
+I can turn your girl into an eater (Lil Durk, Shawn Mack, Victoriouz)
+Pineapple Crush by the lite-(Victoriouz)
+New shit, man
+Turn the streets up
+My nigga Lil Durk
+It's your boy Lil Durk, 20 on me, DJ Victoriouz, man
+Stack or Starve, brother, the act', man
+Shout out to DJ Twin
+Shout out to the whole Stack or Starve family, man we out here
+Stack
+Stack (O.T.F.)
+Stack or Starve
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+I can turn your girl into an eater (Get it, Turn up)
+Pineapple Crush by the liter
+O.T.F., follow the leader (This how we do this shit)
+Man I'm off the shit, smoking reefer
+Go and tell them boys, follow the leader (Yeah)
+A lot of nigga's really want to be us (Ay, watch your bitch)
+Got the whole city wanting to be us
+Go and tell them boys, follow the leader (DJ Victoriouz)
+
+[Refrain]
+Nigga's mad, we up, turned your bitch to an eater (Victoriouz)
+Nigga's mad, we up, turned your bitch to an eater
+Nigga's mad, we up, turned your bitch to an eater
+We Cole, no Keisha (We Cole), east side, raise E's up
+Pussy nigga's better ease up, that mac can have them screaming, "Jesus"
+Polo horses every day (Shot Town what you-), different Ralph I'm G'd up (Poppin'?)
+Flash got me geeked up (Get it), ask Victoriouz, Stack or Starve
+Ask Victoriouz, Stack or Starve
+Ask Victoriouz, Stack or Starve (DJ Victoriouz, Stack or Starve)
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Nigga's mad, we up, turned your bitch to an eater
+We Cole, no Keisha (We Cole), east side, raise E's up
+Pussy nigga's better ease up , that mac can have them screaming Jesus
+Polo horses every day, different Ralph I'm G'd up (Aw, man)
+Flash got me geeked up, ask Victoriouz, Stack or Starve
+Bitch I'm off the meter, I get money, I go hard
+O.T.F. free my niggas, Tell the judge fuck a charge
+Religion nigga's act true, nigga's know they live a fraud
+Glock crackin', I'm out here, Ain't no nigga safe out here
+Nigga's say I'm a nightmare, all black like night gear
+All that real shit start here, check a bag like Nike air
+Check a bag like Nike air, that real shit it start here, L's
+
+[Chorus]
+I can turn your girl into an eater
+Pineapple Crush by the liter
+O.T.F., follow the leader
+Man I'm off the shit, smoking reefer
+Go and tell them boys, follow the leader
+A lot of nigga's really want to be us
+Got the whole city wanting to be us
+Go and tell them boys, follow the leader
+
+[Verse 2]
+Niggas mad, they down
+Loud blunts, it's FaceTime
+Bad bitches, hood bitches, O.T.F. tell 'em "Lie down"
+Money come, bitch, money go
+Tell the haters, "Adios"
+Dese' on me, sloppy joe
+I'm ready for 'em, howdy ho
+Too cool, I mean extra cocky
+Since I meet David, extra jockey
+Block slow, I been extra clockin'
+Get money, fuck the coppers
+We in here, fuck the doctors
+.30 on me, fuck a choppa
+You was in it, I'm the topic
+All you niggas under top
+Tell 'em, "Might go hard" Bitch I can't go
+Been drillin' shit, bitch I can't go
+Orange peel, he lookin' like a mango
+All aboard, you niggas like
+[Chorus]
+I can turn your girl into an eater
+Pineapple Crush by the liter
+O.T.F., follow the leader
+Man I'm off the shit, smoking reefer
+Go and tell them boys, follow the leader
+A lot of nigga's really want to be us
+Got the whole city wanting to be us
+Go and tell them boys, follow the leader
+
+[Outro: Tags]
+That's that nigga Victoriouz
+Fuck nigga
+That how we do that shit
+100%
+100% Stack or Starve approved
+At Lil Durk on the score, DJ Victoriouz, Shawn Mack, niggaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Stand Up[Chorus]
+Dip Set, stand up
+Leron, stand up
+D Town, stand up
+Avenue, stand up (Aye)
+Throw them fuckin' trays up
+Throw them fuckin' trays up (Aye)
+Throw them fuckin' trays up
+Throw them fuckin' trays up (Aye)
+Low Life, stand up
+Murder drive, stand up
+Dogg Pound, stand up
+Parkway, stand up (Aye)
+Throw them fuckin' trays up
+Throw them fuckin' trays up
+Throw them fuckin' trays up (Aye, aye, aye)
+Throw them fuckin' trays up
+
+[Verse 1]
+No, this ain't a movie, but this the future presentation
+Fuck the bullshit, I'm goin' in about the situation
+Hit his ass up with that .9, no hesitation
+Have his ass beat like a bitch on a menstruation
+Aw, I don't think he realize what his ass facin'
+'Til I catch late-night slippin' in that gas station
+Leave your ass in that gas station
+Send him to the morgue and turn his ass into a karma patient
+It's a bang, bang gang
+Eastside, what up
+I'm young money crazy, lil' Vernon, that's my brother
+Free my nigga Maino
+Rest in peace Weebo
+Leron, bitch, throw them L's up for Lil Moe
+I don't got to shoot, my lil' niggas come and let it blow
+If you lookin' for me, we be posted by the corner store
+[?] city, we the best on the fuckin' [?]
+I don't know what you'll do for your respect, but imma die for mine
+[Chorus]
+Dip Set, stand up
+Leron, stand up
+D Town, stand up
+Avenue, stand up
+Throw them fuckin' trays up
+Throw them fuckin' trays up
+Throw them fuckin' trays up
+Throw them fuckin' trays up
+Low Life, stand up
+Murder drive, stand up
+Dogg Pound, stand up
+Parkway, stand up
+Throw them fuckin' trays up
+Throw them fuckin' trays up
+Throw them fuckin' trays up
+Throw them fuckin' trays up
+
+[Verse 2]
+Hatin' is my major, that's crazy, so stop then
+Navy blue, Impala, tint windows, ridin' '010
+I'm tryna rest in green, I ain't tryna rest in peace
+This rappin', and this street shit
+Gettin' close to me shit
+Leanin' every day like I'm tryna OD, shit
+Laid back, .40 on my lap, lowkey shit
+Hustle on knees, Four Corners, 4C shit
+Niggas talkin' to the lot, hopin' we don't see shit
+[?] got called up
+Charges bein' brought up
+Word from his mama, tryna slam him with a [?]
+You know that Tim case that he beat was bein' brought up
+Charles, don't worry, we keepin' eyes on your daughters
+Leave the lot, no evidence
+Poppin' all revolvers
+[?] we drove Chargers
+Clip long as shoe strings
+Clappin' shells, wafters
+Aimin' at no kids, at no boys, at no toddlers
+[Chorus]
+Dip Set, stand up
+Leron, stand up
+D Town, stand up
+Avenue, stand up
+Throw them fuckin' trays up
+Throw them fuckin' trays up
+Throw them fuckin' trays up
+Throw them fuckin' trays up
+Low Life, stand up
+Murder drive, stand up
+Dogg Pound, stand up
+Parkway, stand up
+Throw them fuckin' trays up
+Throw them fuckin' trays up
+Throw them fuckin' trays up
+Throw them fuckin' trays upEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Love The Lifestyle*Lyrics from Snippet
+
+[Verse 1: Drake]
+...in the bible
+Can't give it up cause you love the lifestyle
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+Okay, okay, okay
+Trenches rich, I got her a salon
+Gucci and Pugh its deep in the budget she hitting up Virgil for Louis Vuitton...EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Learned That[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Money over bitches
+I learnt that from the guys
+OTF, bitch, my niggas gon' ride
+I keep that shit 3 hunnid, I learnt that from the guys
+Forever be a hitter, I learnt that from the guys
+I learnt that from the guys, I learnt that from the guys
+My niggas don't rat, I learnt that from the guys
+Never fuck with new niggas, learnt that from the guys
+Always hold your own, I learnt that from the guys
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Lil Durk, I get money, I ain't worried 'bout no bitch
+Got them hitters totin' them Glocks
+24/7, bitch, we do hits
+Got that call about my bro, tell 'em cops to free [?]
+Got my lil' niggas on point, call D-Rosey on bullshit
+Make that call to get yo' ass whacked
+That them Jack Boys to come jack
+Leave no cheese around for these rats
+It's no trust around these camps
+I say, "Call of Duty", black lives, Chiraq, we whack opps
+Where I'm from it's blacked out
+Got good bitches with bad scout
+OTF, that's the right route
+2012, it's the wipeout
+Kush blunts got me hyped out
+.40 on me, then it's lights out
+Normal spelt backwards, bitch
+OTF, free the savages, OTF, free the savages
+3 hunnid on they savage shit
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Money over bitches
+I learnt that from the guys
+OTF, bitch, my niggas gon' ride
+I keep that shit 3 hunnid, I learnt that from the guys
+Forever be a hitter, I learnt that from the guys
+I learnt that from the guys, I learnt that from the guys
+My niggas don't rat, I learnt that from the guys
+Never fuck with new niggas, learnt that from the guys
+Always hold your own, I learnt that from the guys
+
+[Verse 2: Unknown Artist]
+Yeah, I'm MOB (Yeah), Money Over Bitches (Bitches)
+Bitch, I'm OTF (OTF), family over niggas (Yeah)
+It's just me, my niggas, all of 'em some hitters
+Get caught, we do time, we don't point no fingers
+I don't fuck with drillers 'cause we body droppin'
+Couple guys gone but we still ain't stoppin'
+Since Ramon died I don't cap for nothin'
+I just dropped a nigga and I ain't feel nothin'
+L's, bitch, 300 miles and runnin' (Runnin')
+Threat one of the guys, you better know I'm comin'
+It's black boy but you can call me black
+I keep that .30 on me, I don't need a MAC
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+Money over bitches
+I learnt that from the guys
+OTF, bitch, my niggas gon' ride
+I keep that shit 3 hunnid, I learnt that from the guys
+Forever be a hitter, I learnt that from the guys
+I learnt that from the guys, I learnt that from the guys
+My niggas don't rat, I learnt that from the guys
+Never fuck with new niggas, learnt that from the guys
+Always hold your own, I learnt that from the guysEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+My Niggas Don’t Change[Intro: Lil Durk]
+My niggas don't change (OTF)
+My niggas don’t change
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+I'm just playin' the game, all you niggas stains
+All my niggas bang, .30, we don’t aim
+Get you niggas change, tedious niggas
+My niggas don't change, my niggas don't change
+Fuckin' with them lames, they don't act the same
+I'm the different lane, it's crackin' off my name
+Money, bitch, don’t change, my niggas don’t change
+I'm the different lane, my niggas don’t change
+
+[Verse 1: Unknown Artist]
+Y'all niggas is lames
+F300, bitch, 'cause my niggas never change
+OTF, bitch, it's just me and Durk
+Disrespect the team, I’ma put you on the shirt
+Never fuck with new niggas, learnt that from the guys
+.30 popper on my waist 'cause I was born to die
+They just called us planes 'cause they know we fly
+All my niggas ride, all y'all niggas try
+OTF, bitch, to the day I die
+Yeah, I smoke loud, higher than the sky
+Rest in peace Mo, that's my lil' bro
+Disrespect the line, yeah, it's time to go
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+I'm just playin' the game, all you niggas stains
+All my niggas bang, .30, we don't aim
+Get you niggas change, tedious niggas
+My niggas don't change, my niggas don't change
+Fuckin' with them lames, they don't act the same
+I'm the different lane, it's crackin' off my name
+Money, bitch, don't change, my niggas don't change
+I'm the different lane, my niggas don't change
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
+Broski told me, "Niggas change on you quick" (Let's get it)
+For broski, you know I can change like a penny
+They got my bro, gon' facin' him a 50 (Free the guys)
+Niggas that told, know they facin' with the semi (Blam!)
+My niggas don't rat, my niggas stay strapped (Hitters)
+My niggas get money, tell 'em niggas, "Vam"
+Where them niggas role when I was locked up in that jam
+On thanksgiving in the county going ham
+Real niggas tote baby, shoot like Danny Granger
+Sip on purple ranchers, run up and I'ma change her
+OTF, we dangerous, new niggas is strangers
+He change and we change 'em
+You run up and get gunned up
+
+[Chorus: Lil Durk]
+I'm just playin' the game, all you niggas stains
+All my niggas bang, .30, we don't aim
+Get you niggas change, tedious niggas
+My niggas don't change, my niggas don't change
+Fuckin' with them lames, they don't act the same
+I'm the different lane, it's crackin' off my name
+Money, bitch, don't change, my niggas don't change
+I'm the different lane, my niggas don't changeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Date Night[Intro: French Montana & Smokepurpp]
+(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
+Uh
+Uh (Hitmaka)
+(Sool, we got one, nigga)
+
+[Chorus: JT & Lil Durk]
+I— I— I need a walk in a fame time, nigga
+Pull off at the same time, nigga (Skrrt)
+Ju— Ju— Jump on the private, it's straight flight, nigga
+Ferrari my [?], nigga
+Ju— Ju— Just jumped off of the jet, count up the check, it's a great night, nigga
+He want the sex and I want the neck, I guess it's a date night, nigga (Uh)
+I need a walk in a fame time, nigga
+Pull off at the same time, nigga
+Ju— Ju— Jump on the private, it's straight flight, nigga
+Ferrari my [?], nigga
+Ju— Ju— Just jumped off of the jet, count up the check, it's a great night, nigga
+He want the sex and I want the neck, I guess it's a date night, nigga (Gang)
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+I know a bitch that caught two cases with me
+That bitch ain't playin', no, tell 'em (That bitch ain't playin', no, tell 'em)
+I fell asleep, 'bout to drink with a gun on my lap
+Had to leave 'cause I told 'em I'm a felon
+She say she don't suck dick too good no more
+Said, "It's cool, lemme pull off my pants" (Let's get it)
+And I pulled off when that bitch started beggin'
+Just don't tweak when I feel like Melly
+Got a lil' bitch scam for the [?] (Scam), cash credits wanna fix her nipple (Tryna fix her nipple)
+She ain't scared, tryna cuff my pistol (Tryna cuff my pistol)
+On the weed, she don't fuck with that crystal (Fuck with that crystal)
+But them be the bitches I like (Yeah, yeah), all of my hoes mulatto (Yeah, yeah)
+You know it ain't safe at night (Yeah, yeah), bitches be likin' Chicago (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
+[Chorus: JT & French Montana & Lil Durk]
+I— I— I need a walk in a fame time, nigga
+Pull off at the same time, nigga (Skrrt)
+Ju— Ju— Jump on the private, it's straight flight, nigga
+Ferrari my [?], nigga
+Ju— Ju— Just jumped off of the jet, count up the check, it's a great night, nigga
+He want the sex and I want the neck, I guess it's a date night, nigga (Uh)
+I need a walk in a fame time, nigga
+Pull off at the same time, nigga
+Ju— Ju— Jump on the private, it's straight flight, nigga
+Ferrari my [?], nigga
+Ju— Ju— Just jumped off of the jet, count up the check, it's a great night, nigga
+He want the sex and I want the neck (Montana), I guess it's a date night, nigga (Ha)
+
+[Verse 2: French Montana]
+Just hopped off of the jet, not the little steps
+My dog call collect (Collect), eight hoes on a tech
+[?], I'ma flex, twenty M the check
+My dog, my partner and 'em, fly V's, we copped at them
+All these keys ain't gobblin', all the heat we drive at them
+AP's bought a AP's, silent go from the 80's
+[?] rich, pour the AZ's, can't cough like KD
+Ayy, ayy, [?] to a vet, I skip all the steps
+[?] with the chef, factory Patek
+Forty to Patek, dry up all the ink, moonwalk out the bank (Montana)
+[Chorus: JT & Lil Durk]
+I— I— I need a walk in a fame time, nigga
+Pull off at the same time, nigga (Skrrt)
+Ju— Ju— Jump on the private, it's straight flight, nigga
+Ferrari my [?], nigga
+Ju— Ju— Just jumped off of the jet, count up the check, it's a great night, nigga
+He want the sex and I want the neck, I guess it's a date night, nigga (Uh)
+I need a walk in a fame time, nigga
+Pull off at the same time, nigga
+
+[Outro: JT]
+I need a walk in a fame time, nigga
+Pull off at the same time, niggaEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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+N/AN/AEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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+Project Babyy[Chorus: Lil Durk & Lil Baby]
+I’m a real project baby (ah)
+Man, i was f+cking with no condom
+I was disrespecting my momma, i was going out with [?]
+I’m a real project baby (yeah, yeah)
+Street n+gga, too real with it
+Certain sh+t, i gotta deal with it
+Had a thirty eight with two sh+lls in it
+I’m a real project baby
+Sh+t, i cleaned up sh+t with no allowance
+Washed up with mcdonald cups and i woke up to a syrup sandwich
+I’m a real project baby
+I love my gang, so f+ck another n+gga
+I’m from the trenches where they fight murders with public [?]
+I’m a real project baby
+
+[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
+Pick up a basketball or a Glock (aye, sh+t)
+F+ck that sh+t, i picked up my mop
+Picked it up cause’ i’m a gangster
+Ain’t even know nothing about no opps
+When my daddy took a l, ain’t know nothing my pops
+I’m just tryna earn my stripеs
+Ain’t even know nothing bout’ no slots
+We turnеd to pill heads
+My homie got out system early, i think he still fed
+I use [?] when i’m too high, my sh+t was still red
+I popped out for my graduation with a k!ll+tec
+You gotta be jumped inside the gang to be a gangster
+Career day ain’t bring n0body but a gangster
+You turned your back on me today, i tell you, thank ya
+Paramedics five minutes late, they can’t save you
+Hanging with a rat for some cash, acting anxious
+You sitting with him, can’t hang with me, that sh+t contagious
+A lean car [?] a minimum wages
+That sh+t crazy (sh+t contagious)
+[Chorus: Lil Durk, Lil Baby & Both]
+I’m a real project baby (ah)
+Man, i was f+cking with no condom
+I was disrespecting my momma, i was going out with [?]
+I’m a real project baby (yeah, yeah)
+Street n+gga, too real with it
+Certain sh+t, i gotta deal with it
+Had a thirty eight with two sh+lls in it
+I’m a real project baby
+Sh+t, i cleaned up sh+t with no allowance
+Washed up with mcdonald cups and i woke up to a syrup sandwich
+I’m a real project baby
+I love my gang, so f+ck another n+gga
+I’m from the trenches where they fight murders with public [?]
+I’m a real project baby
+
+[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
+[?] i graduate
+I rock vvs one, your sh+t saturated (uh)
+No exaggeration, i get the money, i’m really the man in my city
+Durk caught a case in my county, i told him to shift it
+He got out before he could get it
+Project baby, i’m not kodak
+Handle business, n+ggas know that
+I could stop you at your last picture, everything would be a throwback
+Make em’ pull up where your hoe at
+I sip sizzurp, ain’t no no [?]
+Gotta blow em, i’ma blow it
+Naked b+tches, i ignore em’
+Section eight, the top floor, biggest lil’ n+gga in georgia
+B+tches want me to record them, show they friends that they in georgia
+Ain’t tripping, baby cordial
+Pretty women, they be gorgeous, lamborghini, i got choices
+Baby really on some more sh+t
+[?] racks on me now like i’m [?] but you know i’m from atlanta
+Every other day a holiday, in my neighborhood, i’m the black santa
+[Chorus: Lil Durk & Lil Baby]
+I’m a real project baby (ah)
+Man, i was f+cking with no condom
+I was disrespecting my momma, i was going out with [?]
+I’m a real project baby (yeah, yeah)
+Street n+gga, too real with it
+Certain sh+t, i gotta deal with it
+Had a thirty eight with two sh+lls in it
+I’m a real project baby
+Sh+t, i cleaned up sh+t with no allowance
+Washed up with mcdonald cups and i woke up to a syrup sandwich
+I’m a real project baby
+I love my gang, so f+ck another n+gga
+I’m from the trenches where they fight murders with public [?]
+I’m a real project babyEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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+Local PoollThis lifestyle so fascinatin’
+Every day I’m buyin’ clothes just for a fashion statement
+See the nigga you fuck with rap but me I actually made it
+He shot the club up, 2010, he still incarcerated
+Plus he cooperated
+And you better get away from all them dog hoes
+I be in the crib, smokin’ exotic, watchin’ Narcos
+Had to send a real connect, your connect is really Carstone
+Get head in the Benz truck, pull up, it’s like a car show
+And when you buyin’ a lotta person watch them barcodes
+I seen a nigga pull a hunnid cash from Wells Fargo
+It was crushed pills in my water, gotta drink the particules
+When I’m definitely off them drugs, I be antisocial too
+Ask my brother how the bag Kobe he had to coach me through
+I know too many niggas play with Fed made local news
+Play with us, I’ma put some open wounds on top of open wounds
+I was washin’ gun powders off from a local pool
+Pumpin’ gas for pocket change, just to keep a bitch
+My side hustle from my job, I was fightin’ piss
+Fresh in my arm, keep my AP on to ice my wrist
+You say you love me but press charges, that’s a dirty bitch
+I broke her spine off that moon, she said that’s perky dick
+You turn your head, your homie get you that’s how that money get
+You ever had that feelin’ that you might OD off Percocets
+I used to window shop DT, now I can purchase shit (Hmm)
+I can make no niggas love me if they ain’t disbelief
+You be so quick to jump at me but scared of the enemy
+If you gon’ rap, just make that money, don’t try to be in the streets
+Gotta order Uber Eats, we can’t go out to eat
+You had that feelin’ in your stomach, you couldn’t go home to eat
+He puttin’ the cover over the heater ’cause it’s too cold to sleep
+When you can’t run, you gotta throw the bundle
+I had the whole hood, geeked out, walk on Adrian Brundle
+The whole hood’ll turn on you quick, if you just break a promise
+Yeah you’s a goofy, you a lame, you green like iguanas
+My chopper dance for real, for real, like NLE Choppa
+You gotta watch out for them hoes, tryna pick your pockets
+This weed shit got recommended
+A hunnid K layin’ around, I had to invest in it
+They made weed legal in Illinois, you need a car to get it
+So many girls inside a Bundle niggas made it hard to hit it
+Got my bitch so bougee, after me it’s gon be hard to hit it
+Them lil’ boys can put in work, for all I care we got the city
+And we though
+My confession I got some head outside the Louis store
+And I pour a four, woah, oh-oh
+This money got me sayin’ “Oh, oh-oh”
+I’m so lit I’m like “Oh, oh-oh”
+My heart cold it’s like “Oh, oh, oh”
+This money got me sayin’ “Oh, oh-oh”
+I’m so lit I’m like “Oh, oh-oh”
+My heart cold it’s like “Oh, oh, oh, oh
+Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh”EmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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+2 Of Me[Verse]
+Slept in the crib, in the trenches no cable (Cable)
+I done pour mud had me feelin' like maple (Maple)
+I done did shit for a nigga weren’t grateful (Grateful)
+I done did shit for a hoe weren't able (Able)
+I done seen my homie bitch cheat she unfaithful (Faithful)
+Seen street niggas clean money with a label (Label)
+I done seen a rich nigga ask for a favor (Favor)
+I done seen a stripper hit her cable
+Before I got a Rollie I done copped a Jacob
+She went to All-Star Weekend no paper (Paper)
+She know she good cause she fuck with a Laker (Laker)
+She know she good cause she fuck with a- (Laker)
+I done seen it all, I done seen a bad bitch still at the mall (Mall)
+I done seen a rapper get stripped to his draws (Draws)
+Suck my dick, gotta spit on my balls (Balls)
+Fuck the police so we plotting no laws
+I don't fuck with bitch who fuck with my dawg
+Alexander McQueen let me get it in a small
+Free my shortys I ain’t ducking no calls
+Fuckin' with the niggas who down with the cause (Let's get it)
+I was locked up, I had pull with the guards
+Percocets only I ain't fuckin' with the bars
+I'm from the streets, pull strings guitar
+Where I'm from they don't make it this far
+When you tell a grown nigga knew they hate you
+I don’t say I love you cause I know I hate you
+You’ll see how far my love will take you
+I don't be around cause I know you fake
+They gon’ support you they know you made it
+Quando had told me I'm so amazing (Amazing)
+I be so grateful I came from the basement (Basement)
+So many doubted me I had to make it
+I walked out the jewelry store with no security
+My bitch she the shit she got no insecurity
+She got some baguettes but she not into jewelry (Mmm, yeah)
+If you don't support me, then don't say you cool with me
+Don’t say you love me cause I know it's foolery
+I got the tool with me (Pop, pop, pop)
+[Outro]
+I don't say I love you, cause I know I hate you
+I don't be around cause I know you fakeEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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+Preach (V2)[Intro]
+Aye we lost so many niggas this year
+(D-Diego)
+Ohhhh, yeah
+(Mally Mall)
+
+[Chorus]
+I'm from the hood where the wolves at (Preach)
+Roll up a Backwood and pull thatEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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+Rebirth IntroRebirth IntroEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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+Bussin*[Lyrics From Snippets]
+
+Fold them of the [?] of the pills they busdin
+Million work for jewelry & I dare a nigga will touch me
+Goofy's In the [?] better not call me they ain't fucking
+Gang in this bitch we get to pushing & shoving
+Goofy on the [?] they ain't nothing call them cluzing
+Better talk this chain off with for the niggas you just touch it
+So give me that get me that shit (Gang Gang)
+Give me that Give me Give me that (Gang Gang)
+Give Me that Give me Give me that (Gang Gang)
+You lil basic ass, you got that shirt for a week
+You lil stankin ass, you got taxes think your teen
+Bitch I hate your ass, man I fuck my old hoes for I pay your ass
+Bitch shake your ass
+All thesе niggas in the club I be
+All thesе niggas on my dick for the hoes lookin stupid
+He a goofy, He a goofy, He a goofy, He a Goofy
+He a shooter, He a shooter, He a shooter, He a shooter
+In be staying in those [?] just for 10 days
+City Girls sending bitches off to get their rent paid
+Suck me up, I just took 2 pills that shit fuck me upEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
+**************************************************
+Polo Party[Intro]
+Welcome to my Polo party
+Welcome to my Polo party
+Welcome to my Polo party
+Let's go!
+
+[Verse]
+Niggas know my city hot
+Ralph Lauren fit me hot
+Shawty wanta diddy bop
+Told the bitch to give me twat
+Keep my shot my nickel hot
+Bands, bands, bands, bands
+Got me feelin' like Big Sean
+I make it rain, I go hard
+Welcome to my polo party
+Can they wear [?]
+That's a no go shawty
+Call me Polo shawty
+More money more problems
+Last niggas that's gossip
+Real know who real is
+Why these niggas fraudulent
+East side, we ride
+House parties [?]
+2 twin Glock forties, pretend they [?]
+All the [?] three high, all the [?] three high
+Can't trust a bum bitch
+Bum niggas see why
+I can't liе, you go soft
+I was cut from that [?]
+Pussy nigga I'm a boss
+You really win I never lost
+RIP wе took a loss
+Free the guys they took 'em all
+Them [?] niggas beat the [?]
+Got me ridin' out
+Ridin' around and I'm gettin' it
+Got me feelin' like I'm 2 Chainz
+Cup of that Rosé got me ridin' around saying 2 names
+Bad bitches on me, 'cause they like the way I do things
+Money call [?]
+Keep tellin' your girl yes
+Three rolls in that [?]
+Got the baddest bitches ready
+Motivate the gang like Kelly
+Austin Powers get in my belly
+Tell that money get in my belly
+Lean and syrup get in my belly
+[?] cost of the chevy got the feds thinkin' I'm heavy
+[Outro]
+Welcome to my Polo party
+Welcome to my Polo party
+Welcome to my Polo party
+Let's get itEmbedShare URLCopyEmbedCopy
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