The Intro lyrics - Lil Durk
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 (Ain't 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...
Hitta lyrics - Lil Durk
I'm a hitta by myself
I'm a hitta by myself
I'm a hitta by myself
I don't need nobody help
I'm a hitta by myself
I'm a hitta by myself
I'm a hitta by myself
I don't need nobody help
I'm a hitta by myself
I'm a hitta by myself
I'm a hitta by myself
I don't need nobody help
Niggas think I'm swisha sweet
Kush cologne I think I reek
Yo 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 hatein
They be fakein
In my face like Durk what's crackin
Bro what's happenin'
They be acting
Go and tell they manz I'm lacking
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 that lil durk the truth
He hang with shooters [?]
You won't breathe your killed like movies
[?]
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 with me
But I be lookin' past them niggas
L's
[x4:]
I'm a hitta by myself
I'm a hitta by myself
I'm a hitta by myself
I don't need nobody help
I'm a hitta by myself
I'm a hitta by myself
I'm a hitta by myself
I don't need nobody help
I'm a hitta by myself
I'm a hitta by myself
I'm a hitta by myself
I don't need nobody help
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 though 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 talking 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 (repeated)
Half these niggas they be phony (repeated)
One minute they call me lame (repeated)
Next minute they call me broski (repeated)
I'm a hitta by myself
I'm a hitta by myself
I'm a hitta by myself
I don't need nobody help
I'm a hitta by myself
I'm a hitta by myself
I'm a hitta by myself
I don't need nobody help
I'm a hitta by myself
I'm a hitta by myself
I'm a hitta by myself
I don't need nobody help
Stand Up lyrics - Lil Durk
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
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
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
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
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
Rob Who lyrics - Lil Durk (feat. Lil Reese)
[La Roux:]
I'm going in for the kill
I'm doing it for a thrill
I'm hoping you'll understand
And I let go of my hand
[Lil Reese:]
Rob who? I'll clap you up, boy that's an easy kill
Eighteen, but I'll transform him like a pill
I'm goin' hard, stomachache, bitch I need a meal
Think I'm playin'? The whole Lam' gotta eat forreal
We get it poppin', you'd be surprised who up in the field
300 tryna catch a body, call it Holyfield
The dour got me super focused, boy this shit I'll
I'm drinkin' Remy, no chaser, 'til I fuckin' spill
I can't trust a soul, they ain't who they say they is
Niggas is bitches, they'll snitch you to a hundred years
A small circle, no new niggas, I ain't switchin' gears
A body gettin' dropped every day, this shit real
A lotta niggas say they real, they ain't really real
A lotta bitches say they bad, they ain't really bad
Niggas talkin' 'bout they cash, like what they had
Niggas say they got that bag, man they wish they had (that bag!)
[La Roux:]
I'm going in for the kill
I'm doing it for a thrill
I'm hoping you'll understand
And I let go of my hand
[Lil Durk:]
Rob who? I'll clap you up, now that's an easy kill
Only The Family in my eyes, and nigga it's a drill
Fire a slug, got him sizzlin' like he Emmett Till
Niggas claim they in the streets, I'm out here for real
Can't trust too many bitches
They be low-key and sneaky
Pillow talkin' to niggas
Turned to be opposition
Now he woofin' to bitches
Why you woofin' these bitches?
Now he sleepin' with fishes
Two cups fucked up my vision
Ay Lil Moe, bro I miss you
After that I kept distance
Nobody tell me shit
You know that I won't listen
If I start, I'mma finish
To them I am a menace
I got the 40 in his mouth like I'm a dentist
[La Roux:]
I'm going in for the kill
I'm doing it for a thrill
I'm hoping you'll understand
And I let go of my hand
227k lyrics - Lil Durk
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
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
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
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
Too Many Say They Drillin' lyrics - Lil Durk & Lil Reese
[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 dissing, get with me
In traffic or period
'Fore a nigga come up missing
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 listening
It be the drillers locked up in the feds snitching
He tricking they bitches
Get loud and be slipping
No attemption just murder
Shoutout my nigga Murda, L's
Shoutout to Lil Reese man
Lamron
[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
You know how I rock Lil Durk
Let's get it broski
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