B.O.N. (Big Ol Nigga) lyrics - Lil Durk

 [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 Birdman I feel Rich Homie like Thug and them

(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 Ready Boy, po' lean in my cup

I call up Aiki 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, gang

Big FU lyrics - David Guetta, Ayra Starr & Lil Durk

 Yeah, yeah

Two more times, can I come see you?

Yeah


Tonight I hit up your line a couple times

And I see you never replied

And I seen all the pictures that you post, oh no


I notice my key doesn't fit in your lock

And you're blocking my calls (My calls)

I'm happy to see that you finally got everything that you want


Send a big "Fuck you" to my replacement

I see you're someone else's favorite now

In m-my own mind I might be crazy

I swear to God that I'm not hating now

Send a big "Fuck you" to my rep—

Send a big "Fuck you"


I love to party, can you come and party with me?

Let's go to Fiji 'cause I know you need it

Let's take a vacation from party cities

All these bitches they so artificial

They be laughing at me when I argue with you

And my momma love you like my momma had you

But I love your momma for having you

Pass me a cup, I don't even drink, but I'm getting drunk

I only smoke, pass me a blunt, I wanna puff

You can't stop me, you gotta block me, 'cause I'm turnt up

But—


Send a big "Fuck you" to my replacement

I see you're someone else's favorite now (Yeah)

In m-my own mind I might be crazy

I swear to God that I'm not hating now

Send a big "Fuck you" to my rep—


Send a big "Fuck you" to my replacement

I love to party, can you come and party with me?

In m-my own mind I might be crazy

I love to party, can you come and party with me?

Send a big "Fuck you" to my rep—

Broke No Mo lyrics - Lil Durk

 [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


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]


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]

Chiraq (Remix) lyrics - Lil Durk (feat. Edai, Lil Herb & OTF Nunu)

 [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, __cpLocation 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 gonna shoot 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 buisness

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 Davis

Chiraqimony lyrics - Lil Durk

 You know what I'm saying, um

The album done

Love song for the streets too


I got niggas who locked 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

Couldn't even think, his murders 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 100 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 done bad on my dick, they ain't pay attention

Man, I fell down on 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, ay


Oh...

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...

Dead Niggas lyrics - Lil Durk

 Due to some violent content, parental discretion is advised

What, if you ain't know this is DJ Millticket


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


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


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


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


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

Decline lyrics - Lil Durk (feat. Chief Keef)

 [Chief Keef:]

Ooo

She keep calling

Ooh shit

Awwwe shit

Gang

Sosa baby


[Chorus - Chief Keef:]

I'm rolling

She calling

She stalking

My phone and

I don't answer

I keep declining

She keep whining

On my line and

I'm like yo

I'm on the road

I'm fucking hoes

I'm counting rolls

And ya know

How it glow

With the glow

We get dough


[Verse 1 - Lil Derk:]

She rolling glodang

She call me I'm on it

Talk shit my bitch

She calling me block list

Stop that opp shit

Can't come home no more

I stay on opp shit

Can't call my phone no more

Said bitch wanna fuck with a no name

He a straight goofy so lame

Sipping on the ack that's codeine

Sit back catch nuts that's protein

OTF bitch thats glo gang

Got 20 cased up in this blow mane

Broke ass nigga keep talking

You ain't gang gang gang gang gangggg


[Chorus]


[Verse 2 - Chief Keef:]

Smoking dope

Riding slow

When I ride fast

Cops on my ass

So I know

Ride cautious

Cops be stalking

Cops be hawking

Like my hoes

They be on my ass

They just want my cash

They just wanna brag

I can loan they ass

I ain't on that man

I got lots of guap and you know that man

I send lots of shots and you know that man

I been doing this shit since '08 man

Selling deep know that man

It ain't nothing to me I been doing that man


[Chorus]


[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'


[Chorus]

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