Dirty lyrics - Lil Durk (feat. Yung Tory, Hypno Carlito)

 [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

[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

[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

[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

[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

Do The Most lyrics - Lil Durk (feat. Valee)

 [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)

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)

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)

[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)

[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)

Don't Talk To Me lyrics - Lil Durk (feat. Gunna & Juice WRLD)

 [Lil Durk:]

Yeah

Ayy, what Blac Youngsta tell them hoes? (Toot toot)

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 meddlin', off the X, that ecstasy

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

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 meddlin', off the X, that ecstasy

[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)

[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)

[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

[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 meddlin', off the X, that ecstasy

Fast Lane lyrics - Don Toliver, Lil Durk & Latto

 (from "Fast & Furious 9: The Fast Saga" soundtrack)

[Don Toliver:]

(Ain't that DJ Chose over there? Look like DJ Chose)

Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Movin' on, speedin' through the fast lane

They say I know magic how my whips change

They don't see what I see

Love is a game, you know it's past me

Zero to hundred, you know I'm on, on go

Play with my dawgs, you know I'm on, on go (Let's get it)

Bottles on bottles, you know I'm on, on go

Movin' too fast, you know we on, on go

I ain't too sweet, you make your wheels go up

If I gotta make a call, you made the wrong, wrong choice

I won't leave it open, you know I'm on, on go

Movin' too fast, you know I'm on, on go

[Latto:]

Fast lane, bet I push a hundred in two seconds

I just spent the Bentley and the Lambo on two necklaces

Fuck it, take 'em on to high speed, I'm too reckless

Demon time when I'm in that Demon, they can't catch me

Bet they get the message, I'm the best of the bestest

Bitch, I get the bag and blow it, you get yours and you stretch it

I be livin' life fast, I pray to God I don't wreck it

And I'm still waitin' for a bitch to check it

Who want the smoke? Better hope you don't choke

I be ridin' two-seater, it's just me and the scope

I like my nigga gangster with a mouth full of golds (Uh)

He hit the Latto, that's goals

[Don Toliver:]

Movin' on, speedin' through the fast lane

They say I know magic how my whips change

They don't see what I see

Love is a game, you know it's past me

Zero to hundred, you know I'm on, on go

Play with my dawgs, you know I'm on, on go (Let's get it)

Bottles on bottles, you know I'm on, on go

Movin' too fast, you know we on, on go

I ain't too sweet, you make your wheels go up

If I gotta make a call, you made the wrong, wrong choice

I won't leave it open, you know I'm on, on go

Movin' too fast, you know I'm on, on go

[Lil Durk:]

High speed the cars, that mean all my cars tinted

All the scammers callin' me with cars, I need ten of them

Had these niggas flexin' with these cars, know they rented, uh

I could put some rappers all on blast, but I ain't gon' mention them

I'm a fiend sippin' on some lean with my real or two

All the opps thinkin' that they're safe, this shit treacherous

Put the lights inside the Lamborghini, you ain't listenin'

Put the car in sport and get to jumpin' like it's ticklish, yeah

[Don Toliver:]

Movin' on, speedin' through the fast lane

They say I know magic how my whips change

They don't see what I see

Love is a game, you know it's past me

Zero to hundred, you know I'm on, on go

Play with my dawgs, you know I'm on, on go (Let's get it)

Bottles on bottles, you know I'm on, on go

Movin' too fast, you know we on, on go

I ain't too sweet, you make your wheels go up

If I gotta make a call, you made the wrong, wrong choice

I won't leave it open, you know I'm on, on go

Movin' too fast, you know I'm on, on go

Fuck U Thought lyrics - Lil Durk

 Smurkio, I'm on 2.0, I can't stop nothin'

(The Melody)

Smurkio, I'm on 2.0, I can't stop nothin'

(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)

I'ma give it to 'em on another level

We on some other shit

Man, what?

Swappin' murder weapons, this bitch too clean, must be the block gun (Go, go)

I can count yo' shots with a clear clip, this a black drum (Brrah)

Knew you niggas was different, your mans booked and he ain't got nothin' (He ain't got nothin')

L'A killer asked can I pay for his lawyer, I should've stabbed him (Should've stabbed)

Them my baby threats, but they lil' brothers, they some rascals (Go, they some rascals)

I know you my brother, I ask for money, you make it a hassle (Yeah, yeah)

High like Adderalls, they overshaped, somethin' like the capsules (Go, somethin' like the capsules)

Fuck her from the back, I grab her throat, she tryna wrestle (Go, go, come here)

Died in front of yo' bitch, she could've saved you, she had a tampon (Go, mhm-mhm)

I'm the only reason you still alive, you better believe it (Go, mhm-mhm)

I be smokin' dope gas, bro roll up the Chevron (Go, dope)

I done gave 'em money, they bought cars and weed and Hemron (Go, yeah)

Keep it P, we ain't run our mouth to no block, this shit Lamron (This shit Lamron, nigga)

Say you ain't the jakes, but talk to rats all on your platform (This shit Lamron, nigga)

I go hit for hit with your biggest rapper, he only got one (Uh, yeah)

I can go money for money with your biggest rapper, but he ain't got none (Go, go)

I'm the only thing in the way, they tryna slide on me (Tryna slide on me)

Lil' bro thirsty to pop out with the Drac', he ain't find one (He ain't find one)

Told lil' bro I want niggas with names (Go), he ain't find one (He ain't find one)

Ask yo' block who they catch with a name, they ain't find one (Let's get it)

Fuck you thought? (Go)

You can't blame me, I done put in too much work (Yeah, yeah)

Fuck you thought? (Yeah)

Only reason they know your name because of Durk (Oh, yeah, yeah)

Fuck you thought? (Yeah)

You tryna slide just to slide, that shit don't work (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Fuck you thought? (Yeah, man, what?)

You say dead niggas they say what's back, that shit a boomerang (Go, go, go, pussy)

Don't go live around me, I'm in war, just make a boomerang (Fan-ass niggas)

Hundred K on veneers, I want a grill, I go to Johnny Dang (Yeah)

I ain't drop no tears, I'm so serious, ask my mama, gang (Ask my mama, nigga)

Credit was fucked up, I put my Rolls truck in my mama name (Skrrt)

Tried to take a pipe case for my dawg and I was seventeen (Want some more)

Lil' DOC, ain't even make it, I put my brother name (I'm on coke)

Hundred bands, it's fallin' out every pocket, I need a rubber band (Go, go)

Told Lil Pooda, he better go get it with Mooda (Go), but he ain't understand (Yeah, yeah)

Ask Lil Boona, that money ain't hit my account, I did the money dance (Yeah, yeah)

Half the niggas I was fuckin' with 'cause they J Money friends

Goin' West, we damn near caught a flat, we stuck on Hermitage (Go)

How you jump on Clubhouse, tell them niggas what your brother did? (Snitch-ass nigga)

Lawyer great, you should've seen they face, I gave her another ten (Gettin' money, nigga)

I'm nothin' nice she ask, "Can I cum twice?" I think of another bitch (Yeah)

Eleven kids, I claim my sister kids and all my brother kids (Yeah, yeah, what?)

I'm the only thing in the way, they tryna slide on me (Tryna slide on me)

Lil' bro thirsty to pop out with the Drac', he ain't find one (He ain't find one)

Told lil' bro I want niggas with names, he ain't find one (He ain't find one)

Ask yo' block who they catch with a name, they ain't find one (Let's get it, go)

Fuck you thought? (Go)

You can't blame me, I done put in too much work (Yeah, yeah)

Fuck you thought? (Yeah)

Only reason they know your name because of Durk (Oh, yeah, yeah)

Fuck you thought? (Yeah)

You tryna slide just to slide, that shit don't work (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Fuck you thought? (Man, what? Go, go)

Pussy

Get That Money lyrics - Lil Durk (feat. Chris Brown & French Montana)

 [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

Now pop that pussy for a real nigga

Now do it, get dat money baby

Now pop that pussy for a real nigga

Go ahead and get dat money baby

[Lil Durk:]

Hundred dollar bottle

What the strippers swallow

Malaya Blacc Chyna

Shout out to Tyga

Red Bottom just to match the Rarri Spider

Plane, Jane rolling got them bitches on fire

Now whoever say I come for

I just break the band on the bitch that's on that pole

Pussy popping, got the squad turning up with hoes

Ace Of Spades, VIP, we see TV like show

Now oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Got spice red all on my shoe

We global like we on the news

Stay in the best designer, we be on the news

Let's get it

[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

Now pop that pussy for a real nigga

Now do it, get dat money baby

Now pop that pussy for a real nigga

Go ahead and get dat money baby

[French Montana:]

Came flipping, I bought it

When I came through in that foreign

Only fuck with them bad bitches, them square bitches be boring

She need five stacks on that hair

Coke, pills I'm on

Been getting money all year

All them cribs I own

Showty help me slanging fish to meet me at the yard

Godamn, young nigga made it hot

Showty bend it over, throw them bands on it

Came with a 100 large, Uncle Sam on em

We just spend it on the top like a ceiling fan

I can catch a of the Instagram

Wrist wrapped up, John Wall

Stacking money up, wall to wall

[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

Now pop that pussy for a real nigga

Now do it, get dat money baby

Now pop that pussy for a real nigga

Go ahead and get dat money baby

Goofy lyrics - Lil Durk (feat. Jeezy & Future)

 [Future:]

Southside

Yeah, Super

Yeah, what we doin'?

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

[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 (goofy)

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, uzi

Your jewelry gang, fufi (fake!)

You thinking we goofy we hop out and shoot

[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

[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

[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

Guitar In My Room lyrics - Lil Durk & Kid Cudi

 [Lil Durk:]

I'm in a room with my guitar, I'm tryna prove that I'm a star

But I hate when we keep distance, 'cause it's a different way response

Keep it natural the first date, we gon' watch Tubi in the car

Ask me what's my motivation, I say "The trenches", she say "Why?"

I was takin' off prescriptions of them drugs

I wanna ask for your permission, don't judge

Before you ever get a job, get a gun

Gotta hit a thousand girls before you fall in love

Gotta say you're older just to get inside the club

Inside the house starvin', went to school to get lunch

Had to dress for funerals before I ever dressed for prom

Had to dress for funerals before I ever dressed for prom

Accept me please, accept me for me

Don't judge me on my past life, no, I want you to believe

All type of girls be on my line, but I ain't chasin' them though

We always around our friends, let's take vacations alone

Your last boyfriend wasn't for it, he had you stayin' at home

And I know that you was mad, 'cause you was stayin' alone

For example, his friends came over, he made you stay in the room

For example, just think you with me when you stare at the moon

See your life is a scary movie and I can't hold you no more

Can't cover your face with the makeup, I know who you are

Don't get your titties and ass done, I like who you are

He make you so insecure about whoever you are

I was takin' off prescriptions of them drugs

I wanna ask for your permission, don't judge

Before you ever get a job, get a gun

Gotta hit a thousand girls before you fall in love

Accept me please, accept me for me

Don't judge me on my past life, no, I want you to believe

I'm just tryna tell you who we are (Are)

I'm just tryna tell you who we are (Are)

I'm just tryna tell you who we are (Are)

I'm just tryna tell you who we are

[Kid Cudi:]

Hmm, who we are

Telling all your girlfriends that I'm your star

Caught you in a dream, I hit you with that sauce

See, we aim at the moon, no, babe, won't fall

She said she missed that feeling

A real nigga that is so appealin'

Keep it low, baby, I'm not leavin'

Soaking up your glow, we take it slow

If there's problems, I'll solve 'em, no lie

You never had a nigga catchin' all the signs

It's time, babe, lost in the lights

Everywhere I'm at with you, I'm fine

It's hazy, baby, gimme that honey, honey

She fuckin' with the illy, and she know it, know it

Now watch me handle it, she threw it back, I'm diggin' in that

I give you A1, want some more? Now, girl, that's a bet

Oh-oh-oh-oh

She said she never wanna come down (Yeah-yeah)

She want that magic, kinda like her drug (Yeah-yeah)

She want that magic, gotta get that love, love

Gunz And Money lyrics - Lil Durk

 [Chorus:]

Sorry we don't know you bitch

Who you rolling with?

Free my bronem out the pen

We be some killer sense

My block, my niggas smoking shit

That's how we rolling shit

We do magic pull up on them Hocus Pocus shit

Guns and money [x8]

[Verse 1:]

300 who I'm rolling with

Called a bro we smoking shit

If we broke we poking 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

50 shots we drumming 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 color bitch

One night ain't no cuddle bitch

Ref throw me a rubber bitch

Can't go walking ain't trust a bitch

I can't take care of the kids

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]

Foenem they be wacking shit

I ain't with that lacking shit

Carry 40s Macs and shit

Inkies back like tatting shit

I be up on racks and shit

I do what's in my riffle shit

Fuck a bitch off my IG don't post my shit relax lil bitch

Cali sipping 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 pen no back? but he gon make them checks

Late night driving on some bopping 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]

Hellcats SRTs 2 lyrics - Sexyy Red & Lil Durk

 [Sexyy Red:]

(Young Rari)

Yoom, yoom

It's Sexyy

Yeah

Bad bitches, we like fast cars

We like niggas that sell drugs with fast cars (Skrrt, skrrt)

Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come pull up on me

Drive the car fast, do the dash, it make my coochie leak

Real bad bitch sittin' pretty, thousand for the weave

Fingernails exotic, gotta look cute when I'm smokin' weed

Trackhawk, say he wanna eat it, put that shit in park (Skrrt)

Bend it over, I'm from St. Louis, say he like my arch

Tell that nigga cash out for a whip if he want my heart

Playin' with my coochie while he drive, we on our way to Mars

[Lil Durk:]

(Man what)

Fifty-fifty, split my bill with who? Don't play with my lil' bitch

I got booster bitches, don't steal Amiri, they keep a Nike Tech

Bro ain't link with Doodie, but I know Sexyy want one night with Dread

Want me to eat her coochie, but I ain't no goofy, I can't go for that

C-H-I-C-A-G-O, go, bitch we from the 'Raq

Smoke before we fuck in the hotel, got my deposit snatched

Nah, this ain't no Scat, or no Cat, bitch, this just a Track'

Suck it while I'm drivin', big fault, I just order it back

Can't be seen when I pull up, I fucked your friend, her shiesty ass

Vanish mode, I did that for a reason, he gon' meet her there

Leave in the middle of sex, I grab my scale with my lil' leave her ass

I know your kids fans, but if you plan, I'm down to beat your ass

[Sexyy Red:]

Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come pull up on me

Drive the car fast, do the dash, it make my coochie leak

Real bad bitch sittin' pretty, thousand for the weave

Fingernails exotic, gotta look cute when I'm smokin' weed

Trackhawk, say he wanna eat it, put that shit in park (Skrrt)

Bend it over, I'm from St. Louis, say he like my arch

Tell that nigga cash out for a whip if he want my heart

Playin' with my coochie while he drive, we on our way to Mars

You drunk? You swervin', I'm Sexyy, so he nervous

Bussin' hooks with my nigga in a foreign, servin' (Yoom)

R-real bad bitch, ain't nothin' average, that's for certain

He used to can't handle Big Sexyy, but he learnin'

B-bounce my ass in traffic, you in a hooptie, ho, you lackin'

Pull up in somethin' fast, you know I bring out all the ratchets

D-drive the Hellcat with no license, I'm a savage

He used to fuck with lames now he fuckin' with the baddest (Sexyy)

Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come pull up on me

Drive the car fast, do the dash, it make my coochie leak

Real bad bitch sittin' pretty, thousand for the weave

Fingernails exotic, gotta look cute when I'm smokin' weed

Trackhawk, say he wanna eat it, put that shit in park (Skrrt)

Bend it over, I'm from St. Louis, say he like my arch

Tell that nigga cash out for a whip if he want my heart

Playin' with my coochie while he drive, we on our way to Mars

Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come pull up on me

Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come pull up on me

Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come pull up on me

Hellcats, SRTs, nigga, come and nut in me

Vroom, we out