Days Of Our Lives lyrics - Lil Durk

[Hook:]

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 retrust no bitches

Never put a bitch before my younging

I been locked up, oh yeah

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 all my rolls Royce

100 team I got no choice

These niggas don't make no noise

Hell yeah, I'm cocky

Niggas bet 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

[Hook:]

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

[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 Imma climb up to the top

Money up and it will 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 music

Gotta go out and get it nigga

[Hook:]

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

Animal lyrics - Lil Durk

[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 [?], and free [?]

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

[Hook:]

I'm a animal

I got my chopper in the trunk and I'm a 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'm a 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

[Hook]

Homicide lyrics - Lil Durk

My nigga Pharris

Life Ain't No Joke

Victoriouz

Keep your eyes open, nigga

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

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

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

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

Free twin

Free Bruh Bruh

Eater (Remix) lyrics - Lil Durk (feat. Soulja Boy)

[Intro]

You filthy animal

[Hook: Lil Durk]

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 1: Lil Durk]

Nigga's mad, we up, turned your bitch to an eater

We Cole, no Keisha, east side, Ray E's up

Pussy nigga's better ease up, that mac can have them screaming Jesus

Polo horses everyday, different Ralph I'm G'd up

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, can't no nigga's I ain't 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

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Soulja Boy]

Riding around with one-hundred's and fifties

They riding around saying we did it for the city

Riding around with my hammer cocked

Stacks On Deck, we on top

And me and Lil Durk won't stop

Riding around, screaming fuck the cops

Other finger screaming fuck the ops

S.O.D. we on these blocks

V.I.P. we go boss

V.I.P. with yellow models

S.O.D. and G.B.E. the motto

O.T.F., 300 the motto

[Hook]

[Soulja Boy Talking]

Lets Get It!

That Money Nigga!

Yo bitch!

Everything All White lyrics - Lil Durk (feat. Yo Gotti)

[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 fool

mixtape: I'm Still A Hitta (2012)

• Intro
• Jack Boy
• I Get Paid
• I'm Bout It
• L's Anthem
• Eater
• Wild Niggas
• My Niggas Don't Change
• Learned That
• Off The Shits
• Right Here 

Intro lyrics - Lil Durk

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

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

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

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

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

Jack Boy lyrics - Lil Durk

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

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 asked me for some shit

I ain't gon lie

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

[Hook]

I'm a JackBoy

Don't get jacked ya boy

Have my Lamron niggas to come and 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 to come jack ya boy

Have my 46 niggas to come jack ya boy

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

[Hook]

I Get Paid lyrics - Lil Durk (feat. King Louie)

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

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)

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)

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)

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)

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)

(I-I, I get paid)

(I-I, I get paid)

(I-I, I get paid)

(I-I, I get paid)

I'm Bout It lyrics - Lil Durk

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

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

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

I got O and Moski on my mind

I lean for Tayski 'nem all the time

Free da guys like 300 times

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)

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

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)

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 it