Lil Niggaz lyrics - Lil Durk (feat. Migos, Cash Out)

[Intro: Lil Durk]

Yea, let's get it

You niggas talk like big niggas

These niggas ain't done shit

Well free my niggas

Yeeeaaaah

Tweak with my squad

I'm on you if you tweak with my squad

Don't tweak with my squad

Lil nigga, lil nigga

Lil nigga, lil nigga

Let's get it!

[Hook: Lil Durk]

It look bad for a nigga, funeral setup, I be all sad for a nigga

40 Ruger shooters, gave all that I had for a nigga

Where you from, what's your past lil nigga?

And you broke and you mad lil nigga?

Fuck a price what the tag lil nigga?

My shooters on deck playin' tag lil nigga

You can't get a pass lil nigga

Get caught, that's your ass lil nigga

You movin' too fast lil nigga

You tweak with the squad, that's your ass lil nigga

Lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga, lil nigga

Tweak with my squad, that's your ass lil nigga

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]

Your niggas wanna tweak with my niggas

I'm a dog, Imma eat with my niggas

Twitter beefing, that ain't me lil nigga

Location on and we can meet lil nigga

Wifey holding down the street with my niggas

My gang claim three lil nigga

All this shit, that ain't me lil nigga

Got killers, every gang with me lil nigga

One time, shooters that's four-nine

Put a murder on bro that's more time

Up mine, Imma shoot thirty four time

Or nah, cook a brick or nah?

Niggas say he ain't snitching but I know he lying

Lil nigga, lil nigga

Get money, get bigger

Them niggas ain't with ya'

Talk loud and get switched lil nigga

And we big niggas, and I lost a lot of shit, nigga (Let's get it)

Sip lean, get the kick, lil nigga

Who you with lil nigga

Where you from? You can't flip lil niggas

And we the shit lil niggas

I'm gone, how they sick lil niggas

Anybody tic lil nigga

Where you from? You ain't from where I from lil nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Offset]

You a lil nigga and I'm a big dog (huh?)

You can die quick, nigga, only one call

I'm at the top and I'm never gone fall

Hundred round, make it clap like applause

I pull up with Durk, hop out the vert (skrr, skrr)

(Braw Kraw!) six feet under the dirt

My diamonds is watery, you can come surf (water)

My plug is an alien not from this Earth

I had a dream like Mr. King (dream)

Geekin', I need some Visine (Get it)

Gettin' money, runnin' all in my jeans (money)

Back in the day used to serve all the fiends (back Pimp C)

Actavis, I need lean (drink)

Porsche Panoramic, Forgiatos on the feet (panorama)

Young Rich Nigga, you ain't seen what I seen (no)

I used to trap mid as a team (I did)

You niggas be copyin' my swag, you a clone (copy)

Giuseppe steppin', ain't no Foams (Giuseppe)

My bitch just landed here from Rome (bad)

Hop in the 'Rari, we gone (skrr, skrr)

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Cash Out]

You know I get money, I pull up in foreigns, I jump out with shooters

He talk about robbin', we lay in these yard and bust his medula (we bustin' his head)

A million a day, when I'm in the trap I feel like Frank Lucas (I'm feelin' like him)

I iced out the Rollies, and stepped out the place, I only eat sushi

You know what I'm sippin', you know what I'm grippin' (you know what's on call)

I'm all on that, boss niggas got passes I know that they crippin' (you know what I'm crippin')

Give 'em the fork and give 'em the bowl, I know they ain't whippin' (I know they ain't in the pot)

Durk in from [?], I brought 'em to the trap and showed 'em my vision (and show 'em what's up)

My shooters no clubbin' (my shooters no clubbin')

My shooters straight thuggin' (straight thuggin' forreal)

Your shooters, they bluffin'

They go the feds and give 'em discussions (they give 'em discussions)

Whip it up, whip it up, baby I'm up in the bowl (I'm up in the bowl)

Back then, show money on your head, he dead on the stove (he dead on the stove)

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Quavo]

None of my niggas is innocent (nah)

None of my niggas is witness (whoo)

I pull up, unload it, extensions

Walk in the trap and see pigeons

Birds (birds)

Migos, Lil Durk, Cash Out on the curb

Skippa Da Flippa itching for body, give him the word

Bet you won't bust a move

All my niggas got choppers, they'll damage you

Bet you won't bust a move

Have a nigga floatin' in the Chattahoochee river, fool

She cook it so fancy (whip, whip)

You niggas can't stand it (ha)

When I whip it, the Jays they love it

I'm cooking a brick and they call me McLuvin'

Trap or die nigga, no Jeezy, corporate thuggin'

All of my niggas got gas and dirty sticks all out in public

My cup is so dirty, I'm drinkin' on Ruxman (lean, lean, dirty)

You niggas is soft, lookin' like Telletub-man

[Hook]

Gas And Mud lyrics - Lil Durk

See, I popped me a Xan

And that lean, that shit got me on Pluto (uh)

And I'm smokin' on that dope

And it got me on Pluto

Gas and mud, (Leanin')

Gas and mud, (I'm smokin' dope)

Gas and mud, (That molly water)

Gas and mud, (Or a molly)

Gas and mud, (I pop a flat)

Gas and mud, (I'm turnin' up)

Gas and mud, (Don't come if you)

Gas and mud, (Ain't got it all)

Gas, and mud, (I'm smoke)

Gas, and mud, (I'm leanin')

Gas, and mud, (I'm sleepy)

Gas, and mud, (Can't think)

Gas, and mud, [x4]

I'm smokin' dope, smokin' dope, smokin' dope

I'm leanin', leanin', leanin', leanin', leanin'

Drug, drug, drugs, sleepin' off them Xannies

She wanna turn up, got her off the shit

And out her panties

Ain't gotta spike her with the molly

She done came ready

Light up a Bob Marley

Smokin' dead niggas

Spot em when my shoota color red nigga

Don't turn up

Let them drugs get to ya head nigga

Boom Pow, lotta lean, lotta smokes

Lotta money, lotta bitches, lotta jokes

One hunnid 3 times, ain't no 3 packs in Newport

Can't keep up with my fashion

Cuz your money too short

From LA, MIA, all the way to New York

I be off them druuuuggggssss

But

I can't feel my face

I po'd a four up in that Crush

No razor blade but that lean

I got it man I be cut

I'll call up my connect

I need some gas and mud

Cuz he know I love my druuuuggggssss

Gas and mud, (Leanin')

Gas and mud, (I'm smokin' dope)

Gas and mud, (That molly water)

Gas and mud, (Or a molly)

Gas and mud, (I pop a flat)

Gas and mud, (I'm turnin' up)

Gas and mud, (Don't come if you)

Gas and mud, (Ain't got it all)

Gas, and mud, (I'm smoke)

Gas, and mud, (I'm leanin')

Gas, and mud, (I'm sleepy)

Gas, and mud, (Can't think)

Gas, and mud, [x4]

I'm smokin' dope, smokin' dope, smokin' dope

I'm leanin', leanin', leanin', leanin', leanin'

Drivin', window down

Hit me, wake me up

Get in my feelings, that molly

Those niggas is fake as fuck

OG? Show me some OG, lemme take a puff

Lean-man, who every time I hit em he meet me up

You don't think so? Lemme pint up that deadly

That Patron hit me strong

I mix that light wit that Rémy

Now you see nothin' but the top and the back of her Remy

Just chew me up

Now you deserve you some Jimmy's

Now fuck for fame

You might go and get you some Fendi

Don't love me

Bitch you know you love you them pennies

Now my eyes closed

Smokin' on that hydro

Now I'm wide awoke

Molly got me grind mode

I can't move slow

Lean got me on Pluto

Imma dog like Cujo

Now tell me bitch is you broke?

Bitch yo pocket is a joke

And my block give ya smoke

Nahh

I ain't off them druuuuggggssss

Gas and mud, (Leanin')

Gas and mud, (I'm smokin' dope)

Gas and mud, (That molly water)

Gas and mud, (Or a molly)

Gas and mud, (I pop a flat)

Gas and mud, (I'm turnin' up)

Gas and mud, (Don't come if you)

Gas and mud, (Ain't got it all)

Gas, and mud, (I'm smoke)

Gas, and mud, (I'm leanin')

Gas, and mud, (I'm sleepy)

Gas, and mud, (Can't think)

Gas, and mud, [x4]

I'm smokin' dope, smokin' dope, smokin' dope

I'm leanin', leanin', leanin', leanin', leanin'

Live It Up lyrics - Lil Durk

[Hook:]

Live It Up, Live It Up, Live It Up

You gotta Live It Up

[x24]

Live it up, run up on him better give it up

It's a stick up, 911 ain't pickin' up

A nigga like me don't give no fuck

All of my cars, all of my clothes, all of my hoes I got it

Everything could be gone like magic

I know alot of niggas die for that fabric

Pretend your nigga let it happen

Whatchu' gon do?

Eveytime I see you with a gun, is you gon' shoot?

Too many niggas be hatin, too many niggas be faking

'But in these streets too many niggas won't make it

Got killers in M.I.A I'm talking straight Jamaicans

If you come through talking about bricks, my niggas a take it

Them hiccups the mac that I got a give you a face lift

No soulja boy my shooters on deck, ain't even got to say shit

Not a word not a sentence not a paragraph

Broke ass niggas I hate they ass

Straight 8 jeep boy I'm turning fast

'But all my niggas can't turn on them

So Imma Live it up, live it up, live it up

Sippin this lean go and get a cup x5

For that price my niggas gon hit em up

Lets get it!

[Hook]

Imma street nigga wit all you need Books, bonds and lawyer fees

Its just us no state over seas

I'm gettin money over seas

Now I gotta take care of all my niggas

A lot of these niggas don't feed the killas

For a G or two my young niggas go get him

No boxer wit this tommy hill figure

Live it up, betta turn down nigga

You wit your niggas, go turn down witchu yall

Like a smoker I can't turn down swisher

'But if you get left, my nigga get switched up

He ain't even know it, but I know that he switched up

I know that he switched up, like juice did bishop

Can't no nigga ever say I bitched up

He tellin I know it don't get it mixed up

Now back to the blueprint I heard he got robbed and he ain't do shit

And yall knew this? pull up on the ghost on some spook shit

We creep through the gangway Hands full of choppers and Ak's

I hope you aim straight no Pac Brenda still having a bae bae

So watch where you shoot

[Hook]

Perfect Picture lyrics - Lil Durk

Yeah, (Yeah)

This nigga ain't really fuckin wit us man

Got this shit guaranteed on lock

Lets get it!

UhhhHH

That picture perfect shit like that

Iont think my shit don't sta-a-a-ank

Not picture perfect, shit like that

I'm on top of my city

Whoever thought some shit like that?

Now I be driving foreign cars

That picture perfect shit like that

Whoever thought I'd be a sta-a-a-a-ar?

Picture perfect shit like that

Ayy-a-a-ayy

Now dis ain't what you want

Only drop some shit like dat

Name an auto-tunin nigga

That'll drop some shit like dat

They say they snatch yo shit

I get yo shit right back

If you ain't with a 5s

I can't picture tha-a-a-a-ayy

Picture perfect panorama [?Porche?]

You a pussy, still on forces

Those are ghosts, I'm hearin voices

Made a "M" by makin choices

That make me see these hata's

Truest colors

Free my brothers

Die for them

Thats on my mother

Alot of kids before 21

(Whoever thought?)

Alot of niggas snake you for your mon'

(Whoever thought?)

I never thought

I buy the shit I never bought

Or them cases that I caught

If I never called

Iont think my shit don't sta-a-a-ank

Not picture perfect, shit like that

I'm on top of my city

Whoever thought some shit like that?

Now I be driving foreign cars

That picture perfect shit like that

Whoever thought I'd be a sta-a-a-a-ar?

Picture perfect shit like that

Ayy-a-a-ayy

Public houses, public schools

Only eatin public food

Really me but picture you

You can't walk up in my shoes

I'm that dude

(Whoever thought?)

Now sing this tune for whoever you lost

Lives

Ayy-ayy-ayy

Pray for em

Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayyyy

Pray for em

Ayy-ayy-ayyy

(For em)

Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayyyy

Model wants to get cuz

Ain't nobody believe me

Call me phony, call me greedy

Niggas mad cuz they ain't eating

I had to grind for it

Nobody had time for it

I had to put my mind to it

Iont think my shit don't sta-a-a-ank

Not picture perfect, shit like that

I'm on top of my city

Whoever thought some shit like that?

Now I be driving foreign cars

That picture perfect shit like that

Whoever thought I'd be a sta-a-a-a-ar?

Now picture perfect shit like that

Ayy-a-a-ayy

That picture perfect shit like that

(Shit like that)

Hell In My City lyrics - Lil Durk

[Intro:]

Ain’t no other niggas like my niggas, you feel me?

(Raising Hell ain’t an option, it’s in our blood

Signed to the streets!)

[Hook:]

I'ma ride for my brothers

I'll die for them, that's on my mother

Only the streets can feel my struggle

One thing about 'em ain't no other

I raise hell in my city (And I know, I know, I know, I know)

I raise hell in my city, so be prepared in my city

[Verse 1:]

Lost Nuski and Pat to a bunch of these bitch niggas

Street nigga heart but the mind of a rich nigga

What's happenin', go back me and bro never switch, nigga

O Town, late night studio, smokin', stain

Couple drinks, tryna get me to sip, nigga

Gave bro thirty something years, he ain’t a snitch nigga

I don't know what's going on with half of these split niggas

One minute in the house next time wanna spit niggas

My city respect and honor me

Ain't a killer but break the bond and see

Muzzle with the chop, trigger finger water

I bet it could part a sea

I'll decease for my niggas

Twenty one years in the streets with my niggas

And that's to my momma, she know about my brother

She know she playin' for keeps, nigga

Late night tryin' stretch somethin'

Dice game, sellin' drugs, it ain't safe after dark, nigga

Call bro, bring the pole, thirty six O’s, then you know not to park nigga

And it’s hell in my city, two shots hit head or tail in my city

War time if it's animosity, and I got the squad to rock with me

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]

Ride, I'm a rider

Beef with my squad then theres no survivors

Young niggas fourteen, no L's that be drivin'

Then catch a body on a nigga be lackin', we 'bout violence

Let alcohol trick you to a coffin

Think I'm sweet tell lil' bro to off 'em

Chicago on my back, nigga

No love in hip-hop cause we don't act nigga

Sip act nigga on the block with a Mac nigga

No money but we tax niggas

Nigga's city show love to the rap niggas

That's my all my L's go loyal

And these niggas, these bitches ain't loyal

And these streets, these streets ain't for you

And I'm a rider so save that shit for them other niggas

Niggas ain't fuckin' with us, niggas ain't ridin' with us

These niggas ain't out every night on the strip with the hammers outside with us

Magazine tryin' to vibe with us, hoppin' out that black Benz tryin' to slide with us

Niggas say I'm bad business but niggas cuffin' bitches, I'm a side nigga

[Hook]

Ain't Did Shit lyrics - Lil Durk

Let’s get it!

Ain’t did shit to nobody, you feel me?

But I did shit for everybody

But that comes for fucking with these basic ass niggas

Everything happens for a reason

[Hook:]

Before rap I had friends, got a deal, I ain’t got shit

Just tryna get rich, cause my people kinda struggled

Couple ten year niggas poor, but the hood still love me

Got my feet into the door, but this hood shit is ugly

I ain’t did shit to nobody

I-I-I-I ain’t did shit to nobody

Ain’t did shit to nobody

Ain’t- ain’t did shit to nobody

I ain’t did shit to any, but I did shit for plenty

Why the fuck is they mad, they envy

Two chains on, I’m getting it

‘Fore I hang with the fake I’m in the studio getting it

They stop a lot of shows, I ain’t did shit, I don’t get it

And my baby still eating, see em on the weekdays and the weekends

Child support got dropped, I told that bitch that we even

Bitch sang till no breathing, tryna kill me for no reason

Tryna take me down cause I’m leading

Vision my story, no reading

Is you mad cause I make more, or is you mad what I drive

Is you mad cause I’m not poor, or you mad I’m alive

Nobody answer that, ask me one thing Imma answer back

Got a little money don’t act like that

But I don’t trust nobody

[Hook]

Signed to the street, nigga

Stay out my way if it ain’t your beef nigga

One fool play for keeps nigga, do a hit, get put up out of weed nigga

You don’t appreciate me, all the shit I did for the city and these peeps

Where I'm from you affiliate me with the killing going on in these streets

Catch me, shit dead, and I keep it in between my seats

Pillow talking to who? The only thing I’m pillow talking is this gun in my sheets

Let’s get it, money they with it

Run up put one in your fitted

OTF 300 my city

And Imma tell 'em I’m a rider, rider

My niggas ain’t know how to, how to

They know I’m gon' provide em, provide em

My niggas they be wylin’, they wylin’

Did-did shit to nobody

[Hook]

Fly High lyrics - Lil Durk (feat. French Montana)

Taking it slow, feeding my flame

Shuffling the cards of your game

And just in time, in the right place

Suddenly I will play my ace

[Hook: French Montana]

Said it's money on our side, niggas talking 5 shots

Niggas talking 5

It's money on our side, niggas talking 5 shots

Said it's money on our side, niggas talking 5 shots

Niggas talking 5

To the top we're flying high

Flying high, flying high, flying high

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]

I did two on my first case, next case 21, the worst case

I was 21 when I really sing the birthday

I know niggas die before they seen they 10th birthday

Niggas talk to me about fire

Told my niggas I'd be rich they called me liar

And now they buyin' fame but get burnt playing with this lighter

I come through late nights with this 40 and bright they night up

They grab number nine for a homicide

Left me traumatized, now I'm screamin' fuck the other side

Rider, grab the glizzy, I'mma slide 'em

Fuck all these rumors, I keep my pride on [?]

[Hook]

[Verse 2: French Montana]

Got a million when I bought a Ghost

I don't date, I rather play the joke.

In that European riding with a burner

If a nigga run up on me I'mma burn him

Nigga make me love it first

Nowhere to turn when niggas turn up

100 racks, bought 'em on the flyer

100 clip, don't play with that fire

They caught Max for the seven five

Left me traumatized, fuck the other side

Chiraq, Southside with Durk

Coke boy nigga, till the dirt

[Hook]

mixtape: Signed To The Streets (2013)

• Traumatized (Intro)
• Competition
• Can't Go Like That
• Don't Understand Me
• Bang Bros
• 100 Rounds
• Hittaz
• Who Is This
• Dis Ain't What U Want
• Street Life
• Oh My God
• Introduce Me
• One Night
• 52 Bars (Part 2)
• Times 

Traumatized (Intro) lyrics - Lil Durk

[Hook]

Head shot'll leave 'em traumatized

A lot of niggas say I got this money on my mind

I see they want me, but it ain't my time

See me out here like I am a little traumatized

Traumatized, traumatized

See me out here like I am a little traumatized

Traumatized, traumatized

See me out here like I am a little traumatized

[Verse 1]

Drama, they don't want no drama with the drumma

Be cool, protect yo' self like a condom

Chasing commas, head shot, no running

See me on top but make you sick to your stomach

D.A. on my dick, I got Edai song in the whip

Cause its gucci, nunu got the uzi flip the script it's like a movie

He gon' start shooting like a movie

Chopper bullets frr-ah, pardon me

See me as a opp then you looking from right across the street

You ain't no hitta if you shooting niggas from 'cross the street

Probably they be GBE only cause I'm popping C

Acting shit, I ain't with that acting shit

Straight drop

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Headshot, headshot, you in the morgue boy

Brought a whole lot guns, you ain't gon' blow it boy

Run up on you by the corner store

Then I leave you by that corner store

Mama crying, police flying

Red tape, homicide

Stay in, don't come outside, 'cuz its war time

Less peace and more dying yeah, less peace and more dying

Bottle party, teddy bears, lit candles

Niggas pussy, don't stay strapped ripped sandles

Come around, a whole lot of niggas soundless

Clip going boh boh

[Hook]

Competition lyrics - Lil Durk (feat. Lil Reese)

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]

Shoutout to my competition

These shots to my opposition

This shit real, my block we winning

This shit real, my block we in it

Bricksquad K, I tweet the shit

The label say don't leak the shit

Lawyer money got the shit

I catch a opp, I beat the shit

Bricksquad K, I tweet the shit

The label say don't leak the shit

Lawyer money got the shit

I catch a opp, I beat the shit

Catch Lil Jay, I heat his face

My lil niggas a meet with them

Lil Duck he can't duck this clip

WUGAWORLD K cause they fuck with them

30 shots we the murda block

Got choppa shells for a lot of opps

Off parole I'm on a lot of shots

No Fredo bitch I'm in a lot of cuts

I do hits when I'm sober

Tryna drop 30 or Motor

Tell Reese money to roll up

Even my judge know I'm poled up

Niggas reppin' sides with the police

Can't catch a nigga then we on his OG

Bitch I been the nigga since '03

Free Five, free Law, RIP Odee

OTF 3hunnit go & tell them fuck niggas get money [2x]

[Hook]

Shoutout to my competition

These shots to my opposition

This shit real my block we winning

This shit real my block we in it

These shots to my Opps,

These shots to my Opps [4x]

[Verse 2: Lil Reese]

Shoutout to my competition

I mean there's no competition

Look up man I know we winning

Haters mad cause they ain't in it

We tote 30's, we love sinning

Fucked all these hoes, man we hit plenty

Don't talk about money cause I done made plenty

Now shoutout to my competition

You say you on that, you better have that with you

Shooters on deck that a kill that issue

Acting like you with it that's the quickest way to get you

$1500 on a belt like it ain't a big issue

Same niggas in the same hood

Got real niggas with me, plus we official

And we shooting shit and we ain't tryna miss you

This a message to the Opps, miss me with the dissing

Fucked his bitch now he sneak dissing

Pull up with the windows tinted

So the haters can't really see who in it

300

[Hook]