500 Homicides lyrics - Lil Durk
Oh!, these niggas ain't gangstas
Stay tryna take my lil homie off the streets huh
Free 'Nine bitch!
We still got real niggas out here (so everybody gangsta now huh?)
Where you from nigga?
Free the gas man, you ain't from where we from
I told my niggas we gon' make it man
It's a fucking movement man
We a fucking family, we ain't a gang
OTF, (SQUAD!)
These niggas is bitches, getting info from bitches
Go and tell to the piggies
I'm tryna get riches, and stay on that business
3 bro niggas snitching, my case almost over
You lucky it wasn't pendant
I put 2 in his limit, this 4-5 a limit
Extended clip for his niggas
And he ain't shit to his niggas
We don't hesitate, from DD and Bébé's just know that the opps ain't never safe
Load up the Glock, and reload the 8
Do a drill on the op, no clones I see dots
ACGs for the God's church and one power rock
I'm on the block
Hope my tape don't flop, and it go gold when it drop
I'm not a liar, start D'ing them baggies, and we risking indictment
Just to get flier than the first day ticket, united 300, the riot
Murder murder, kill kill, in the jam I'll never squeal
My label only time I deal
I fuck with GB's most king snapes, foes into niggas under kneel
Silver spoon, you don't know how hunger feel
Dreaming 'bout 100 mil, step on that kerb with 100 pills
Western Union money to bro and them, in the cell doing 20 years
And I lost a couple of these niggas, and they ain't never seen 20 years, oh!
Heard them die when I was out of town, shit happen when I'm not around
Slide through every opp block and we up shots till they not around
What's up with this twitter beef?
Thought we was keepin' it in the streets?
They mad I'm in the winner seat, from the summer time 'till winter breeze
And choppa squeeze, bitch go blaat, blaat, blaat!
I ain't even gotta rap, (rap, rap) racks in 'em trap (trap, trap)
One time no light bulb, bro n 'em got a lamp, (lamp, lamp)
Where you from you ain't stamped (stamp, stamp)
Niggas know we the champ (champ, champ)
Got niggas sneak dissin', it ain't rap
Make a real nigga gotta spit facts
Got some niggas saying keep it only rap
That's how these old niggas stay on the map
Headshot, we ain't getting into that
Niggas tellin' hands full of pins and packs
Grab a pack, blood bleeding real bad
Doin' hit in a coupe, in a Range, or an Audi
Fuck a nigga doubt me
All on my dick when they see me
Knowing this bitch wanna be me
Hell yea you can die over a retweet
I'm grabbing my pole on mimi
I can't see a nigga like Stevie
I won't tell, I'll take me a BG
Let's get it!
GANG!
Amber Alert lyrics - Lil Durk
[Young Thug:]
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
[Hook:]
What they sneak dissing 'bout? Got shooters to get 'em out
For a feature from me, a nigga a get and gone
My niggas killers, my niggas killers
I'mma amber his ass and now niggas missing
I'm talking amber alert, amber alert
My shooters they shoot first I'm talking amber alert
Where I'm from we get em gone I'm talking amber alert
Not a nigga missing, talking amber alert
[Verse 1 - Lil Durk:]
Can't no nigga say Durk ain't never posted up
Two gun cases, taking chances after party's gone
April 26, when we in that twenty-six
No 52 bars, behind bars he 52 in that bitch
I said street niggas strong like bleach nigga
Forty turn a sweet nigga, caught a case and not a week nigga
The price is right, call Bob Barky off the speed nigga
Nigga close to 'em, I'mma do 'em for that fee nigga
$1500 on my Balenciagas.
Niggas mad at you, you in that jam you ain't sell 'em nothing
You letting all your boys ride, you be fronting
A-Amber his ass like oh
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Lil Durk:]
She just cancelled all my shows, cost my show money
Niggas act like they got it, ID don't show money
I spend it, can't die with it or I can't grow money
Had millions back in 93 ninety shows from me
When I say bro in that cut I ain't just talking lyrics
I got niggas thinking my shoes is under penny
I side with them and got them calling saying "I can't"
Got my deal got these niggas in they feelings
Put two bricks on 'em, he dead by six something
How you hit that that lick and ain't get nothing?
So quit stunting, just quit fronting
I'm flexing and finessing I be shitting on 'em
[Hook]
Like Me lyrics - Lil Durk (feat. Jeremih)
[Hook: Jeremih]
She don't know about real niggas, she don't know no boss
She don't know about foreign cars, she don't what that cost
She don't know about love, she don't know what that is
She don't know about riding round and spending it like this
Fuck with a nigga like me, wanna fuck with a nigga like me
Now she wanna fuck
Fuck with a nigga like me, wanna fuck with a nigga like me
Hit the club with a nigga like me
Do drugs with a nigga like me
Fall in love with a nigga like me
And never love another nig, never love another nigga like me
[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Have you ever met a Chi town nigga?
Girl I heard you need a go-getter
You ain't never meet a rapper
With the swag of a savage and a dope dealer
I'm the realest nigga that you see
I know you tired of them broke niggas
Heard he bought you a bag for a G
Why you fuckin' with them broke niggas?
Gingerale in a fifth of liquor
Where you going girl I'm going with ya
Ride with me cause I'm number one
Two bitches, Malcolm in the middle
Fly to Vegas, bet life
Legs in the air, call it jet life
Shawty give me top with the neck like
Shit gave me life, I can't get right, I can't get right
[Verse 2: Jeremih]
Got you jacuzzi water on a hundred
Got your tempo on a hundred, let it bubble up
Need a bad bitch, tryna be a bad girl
You know I'm tryna trouble up
Buy everything she wants two times, baby double up
Say she need more niggas out here like me
Cause there's not enough
[Hook: Jeremih]
She don't know about real niggas, she don't know no boss
She don't know about foreign cars, she don't what that cost
She don't know about love, she don't know what that is
She don't know about riding round and spending it like this
Fuck with a nigga like me, wanna fuck with a nigga like me
Now she wanna fuck
Fuck with a nigga like me, wanna fuck with a nigga like me
Hit the club with a nigga like me
Do drugs with a nigga like me
Fall in love with a nigga like me
And never love another nig, never love another nigga like me
[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
You ain't never been in my town nigga
A good place to go but the murder rate's so ridiculous
Fell in love with some R&B bitch
And I know that it's good for the fame and the image
Shawty gave me head like a penny
But she should coco
Ain't really been in love in a minute
It won't hurt if no one know about me
Fuck a bag off, no make up you look better with your mask off
Rich nigga wanna buzz, like to brag y'all
But a nigga like me, ain't no nigga like me
I'm a Boss, Hugo
Rich nigga since birth, you know
You my bitch don't get mad, Cujo
Nigga like me
I'm that nigga, nigga
Gettin' money since a little nigga
Shawty thinks she the shit, but she could be a little thicker
Fuck on my name and a little liquor
I got em pissed, I'm the shit nigga
So why do they hate? I gotta get cake
These niggas so fake, so stay out my way
Ain't too many niggas like me
[Hook: Jeremih]
She don't know about real niggas, she don't know no boss
She don't know about foreign cars, she don't what that cost
She don't know about love, she don't know what that is
She don't know about riding round and spending it like this
Fuck with a nigga like me, wanna fuck with a nigga like me
Now she wanna fuck
Fuck with a nigga like me, wanna fuck with a nigga like me
Hit the club with a nigga like me
Do drugs with a nigga like me
Fall in love with a nigga like me
And never love another nig, never love another nigga like me
Lord Don't Make Me Do It lyrics - Lil Durk
[Hook:]
Sometimes I get the urge to kill a bitch (kill that ho)
And I ain't even violent (and I ain't even violent)
That's why a nigga gotta plead the fifth (I gotta plead the fifth)
Sometimes it's good to stay silent (it's good to stay silent)
Lord don't make me do it (lord don't make me do it) [x8]
(let's get it)
[Verse 1 - Lil Durk:]
She steady threatening me with these court dates (I ain't scared)
Unfollow bitches from my Insta (stupid ass bitch)
That's why I'm single like I am (let's get it)
And I'll never be a Mr (can't wife these hoes)
See my twenty steady breaking up my window
So I gotta chill, stay low in these rims though
Just how he hit it, he gon' make an example of me
Shit, and I gotta case pending (let's get it)
Cause these hoes steady calling my ho
Had this bitch steady breaking my code
Is it my finger prints from my 5S
Or one of my stuck up ass hoes?
Hold up let me think, let me take a drink
Cause I don't really know if no one care what a motherfucker think (don't give a fuck)
I'mma go crazy (I'mma go crazy), I'mma go crazy (I'mma go crazy)
And nobody sane (let's get it!)
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Lil Durk:]
Out of all your friends you the best (you I choose)
So I won't cheat on you for them that ain't my status (ho I'm sorry)
Fucking with these broke ass niggas (they broke), don't know what cash is (let's get it)
See I just spent like twenty on a car, I got twenty in glasses
What you mad at me for?
Bitch stop tripping like you ain't never had it before (bitch you had it)
And you gon' give me that ass, one time you gon' give me that work
Bitch get on my nerve (I hate that ho)
I'mma fuck all your friends to get easy (get easy), you mad why you tweaking? (bitch)
Should've told the judge you gon' let me see my kids every weekend
I do it cause I'm rich, I ain't really gotta reason (I'm rich)
I'm packing my shit and I'm leaving
[Hook]
Don't Judge Me lyrics - Lil Durk
[Hook:]
They be tryna judge me
I thought that they loved me
But they don't really know me
Please don't judge me (don't judge), don't judge me (don't judge)
They be tryna judge me
They don't know my story
Tell me why they hate me
Don't judge me (don't judge me), don't judge me (don't judge me)
[Verse 1 - Lil Durk:]
Loyalty was the key to these street niggas (let's get it)
Chains, cars, cribs, since a kid I used to think I was Meech nigga
Starving, crib full of family I can't sleep without balling
So I watch these rolls play (often)
Aunty died from cancer so I rap to keep the laugh
I'd rather pray when I'm alone than steady giving shit to pastors
Steady gone since I was a pamp, we get out when I'm a pamp
Old and a dead man, hands still on the hammer
Niggas talking 'bout they my mans and we friends
Where you was you at when that man with that lanz offered me ten?
Shackled up, with the niggas that we hit with the fan
Eating shit that we gathered in blan
President still black, I hope he change shit
Niggas out here fifty, doing the same shit
When he say he got my back it rain pit
Don't judge me, I know the streets love me (yeah, talk to 'em)
[Hook]
[Verse 2 - Lil Durk:]
Dope dealers, cold killers, they want niggas told nigga
Half them killers told on 'em, had my chopper and road with 'em
My mouth close though, I can't snitch on a nigga
Pillow talking to ops and hoes, bitch of a nigga
Summer nights, all them drugs made me kill shit
I lost so many niggas if they down I ain't feel shit
Been on IG with me nigga, the feel rent
Them niggas just made me, I kept it real with it and they ain't loyal though
Mind of a psycho twelve posted on light poles
Sold crack to the light though, going crazy I might though
RIP who I cry to, hold my hands on my head cause I got to
Yeah, I'm loyal nigga
[Hook]
Tryna' Tryna' lyrics - Lil Durk (feat. Logic)
[Pre-Hook - Lil Durk:]
Cut that music off, I ain't wit' other shit (I'm tryna' turn up)
I ain't tryna chill baby, I'm wit that fuckin' shit ( I'm tryna' turn up)
You came for me, well I came from nothin', shit (I'm tryna' turn up)
You ain't fuckin' with me, then who you fuckin' with?
[Hook - Lil Durk:]
I'm just tryna', tryna',tryna',tryna'(turn up)
All this money, I'm just really tryna'(turn up)
With the gang, and I'm really tryna (turn up)
This my city, and I'm tryna tryna (turn up)
[Verse 1 - Lil Durk:]
How many licks do it take till you get to the center of her mouth?
She geekin', she tweakin' we turnt up we got it, we all in the pot
KOD, QOD, Magic, we fuckin the sacks up in five
Gas and mud I be off the drugs, don't touch
I'm feelin' a little cocky
They ring any bitches wanna fuck now
Pop bottles like I won a fuckin' touchdown
If you sober, scoot over, I do drugs now
Party prolly got me all in the clubs now
Pour some lean with no coco, we rockin' rollies, no JoJo
And we off the drinks so slow mo, I get twenty a show, no promo
Bitches get naked and do it for the Vine (bitches get naked do it for the Vine)
So she gon' turn up and do it for the guys (turn up and do it for the guys)
She sippin' on Henny, she mix it wit' Remy, she suckin' on me while I pull on her Remy
She shy like the city but change for them Benji's, the mula, the Fendis
I turn up for (what)
[Pre-Hook - Lil Durk:]
Cut that music off, I ain't wit' other shit (I'm tryna' turn up)
I ain't tryna chill baby, I'm wit that fuckin' shit ( I'm tryna' turn up)
You came for me, well I came from nothin', shit (I'm tryna' turn up)
You ain't fuckin' with me, then who you fuckin' with?
[Hook - Lil Durk:]
I'm just tryna', tryna',tryna',tryna'(turn up)
All this money, I'm just really tryna'(turn up)
With the gang, and I'm really tryna (turn up)
This my city, and I'm tryna tryna (turn up)
[Verse 2 - Logic:]
Dressed up in that white linen, all black windows
I had to tint 'em
That work work, put 'em in the dirt
Let em' all lurk, know I had to get up with Durk
We never hurt, hurt know the deal, tour sold out
So you know its real
From the Chi City to the fuckin' bank, Sinatra
Money I've been Frank
Lemme get it I got it never feelin' divided only on the
Real though
How you feel though, V's up, keep it trill though
Oh yeah, one time [x2]
Bitch I been under pressure always giving it everything
That I got
Never the lesser turn on my compressor
Its right on the dresser
Been ruling the game and nobody could measure
I know it's ...
[Bridge - Logic:]
You and me
You and me
They don' give a damn who I am
Bitch I'm doing me (you and me)
I said its you and me
I know who I am ,don't give a damn
Bitch I'm doing me
[Pre-Hook - Lil Durk:]
Cut that music off, I ain't wit' other shit (I'm tryna' turn up)
I ain't tryna chill baby, I'm wit that fuckin' shit ( I'm tryna' turn up)
You came for me, well I came from nothin', shit (I'm tryna' turn up)
You ain't fuckin' with me, then who you fuckin' with?
[Hook - Lil Durk:]
I'm just tryna', tryna',tryna',tryna'(turn up)
All this money, I'm just really tryna'(turn up)
With the gang, and I'm really tryna (turn up)
This my city, and I'm tryna tryna (turn up)
Higher lyrics - Lil Durk
[Hook:]
One thing I hate is a liar
Niggas don't know me
They act like my homie
And hate on me and my attire
I just put on, for me and my city
And ever since, shit been on fire
I'm good, but I'm tryna get higher
Bitch I'm a dog, I'm a fighter, yeah
Higher [x7]
Yeah
I'ma keep it G' like I been
Looking for the money like a friend
Sleeping on me like a Xan'
This is my blessing, my plan
I wanna thank all my fans
To y'all I'm forever the man
Fall off like most of these rappers
I don't even like most of these rappers (Fuck 'em)
Either you gang, squad, hitters, killers, savages, or trappers (Be yourself lil' nigga)
I'm a bossed up savage ass nigga, and ima stack up (let's get it)
Durk in the club, call for the backup (Brrrr! Bow!)
He gone make it rain
Dead people, and poor up the liquor (Bubbly, bubbly)
Ima get money
Give me my credit, instead of taking it from me (let's get it)
The burner is on me (bow!)
I'll shoot, but I don't condone it (Nooo)
Ion wanna rent shit. I'd rather own it (let's get it)
Free my niggas I hate that phony shit
Two cups and I get higher
[Hook:]
One thing I hate is a liar
Niggas don't know me
They act like my homie
And hate on me and my attire
I just put on, for me and my city
And ever since, shit been on fire
I'm good, but I'm tryna get higher
Bitch I'm a dog, I'm a fighter, yeah
Higher [x7]
Yeah
Pass me a cup, I need to get high
Real street nigga, I don't need to lie
Nigga my shoes, he been want to die
Cry, marry the streets like a bride
Remember my name, in case and if I
Money and family it do not compare
My brother was here. No one was there
Stressed, and pulling out hair
Price is at a higher
For the people that's dead
Poor up and... hold you up a lighter
Be silent one time, one time like, ohhhh
One time, one time like, ohhhh, yeah
Don't understand me like "Signed to the Streets"
Look at my son, remind me of me
Niggas is bitches, and apples don't fall far from the tree
Gave 'em the chance, like the rapper (yeah)
So that was they chapter (one time)
With this forty ima go cray' cray' (let's get it)
So don't get mixed in the massacre (Bow, bow, bow!)
I'm tryna get higher
[Hook:]
One thing I hate is a liar
Niggas don't know me
They act like my homie
And hate on me and my attire
I just put on, for me and my city
And ever since, shit been on fire
I'm good, but I'm tryna get higher
Bitch I'm a dog, I'm a fighter, yeah
Higher [x7]
Yeah
Resume lyrics - Lil Durk
We sell liquid dope (gang!)
The weed man online (Let's get it!)
Damn...
I was deep in the field on this street shit
Late night I was starving ain't eat shit
Studio thinking hits, tryna get rich
Hanging with a lot of niggas that was counterfeit
I was too real tote a blue steel
Had a deal, had a deagle
No deal, I was breaking packs
Had to feed and go kill, post till I had M's
Then I had to go chill with a couple racks
I'm a real man
Studio 24 like a Laker fan
Street shit, had to take it in
One time out late I ain't take it in
I had to make amends
See you the red light
Creep on you with the red light
Strip a forty, getcha head right
I'ma side slide
Ion't know nothing I was on the road doing shows so bye bye
We're connected like WiFi
Ion't know shit I can't tell on my guys
Smoking on this spinach game, Popeye
And my niggas do a drill
Nigga up pipe call it show and tell
Light a nigga brain like emmit till
Do a drill, they for real, they'll kill
Going outside to these streets, yeah
This street shit ain't for everybody (no, no, no, no, no)
So I'm tell this shit to everybody (no, no, no, no, no)
So stay in yo lane (stay in yo lane)
You can't fit in with this crowd (nah)
Whats yo resume nigga? (what's your resume?)
You ain't no killer (you ain't no killer nigga)
I'm asking what's your resume nigga? (what's your resume nigga?)
I heard you ain't no killer (nah, nah, nah, nah)
Who with this street shit?
We was hugging them corners
Niggas snitching they informing
Street shit was important
Back then I couldn't afford it
Yellow ice bitch stone Jeff Ford shit
They see how he spending them forges
Tryna rob me M and place
With no face
I'm talking 'bout arm and hammer baking soda
If the block dry then I'm taking over
Police they take it I'ma make it over
Give me a brick and I'ma break it over
You ready, I'm ready
You with it, I'm with it
Let's get it, you talk but don't get it
Put D in that skillet
I'm tryna get millions
I'm tryna get rich
Shit rich
Talking drug money, blood money
I love money, I wanna hug money
What Your Life Like lyrics - Lil Durk
What your life like?
The streets is my hustle, I've been through the struggle
Where them people be with you, but they really don't love you
I'm addicted to sidewalks, I'm workin', no time off
Gotta gain that time lost
I'ma ask them niggas, tell me what your life like
Tell me what your life like, nigga tell me what your life like
Tell me what your life like, nigga tell me what your life like
You can't turn up on them social sites, thinkin' it's gon' be alright
Beef at 6, he dead by 6 o'clock, on the dot that night
Ain't easy where I'm at, why? Stick up man, he love that shit
Go to jail, she fuck your man, you write and call, don't love that bitch
I ride with too much auto-tune, I heard that shit before
This my life, I run my life, your life, I seen that shit before
My mixtape drop, I crash the site, don't be lurkin' after night
Shooters hungry and these snakes is bologna, that's their appetite
Welcome to these city streets
No gang related car crash, and he still won't get no money from these city streets
My crazy life, no YG
Ask the Lord, why me?
I know my name, it's on my ID
The streets is my hustle, I've been through the struggle
Where them people be with you, but they really don't love you
I'm addicted to sidewalks, I'm workin', no time off
Gotta gain that time lost
I'ma ask them niggas, tell me what your life like
Tell me what your life like, nigga tell me what your life like
Tell me what your life like, nigga tell me what your life like
They say the murder started after Ls, now my phone got shit to tell
Take it wrong, they got it after "Dis Ain't What U Want"
Nigga this ain't what you want, got that call, they cancelled 20 shows
That's money down the drain, I got kids, don't take it wrong
Fuck all this peace shit, I'm with this beef shit
Don't ask me to leave shit, if I do it won't mean shit
Like will I be rich? 10 years, will I be shit? After all I am the shit
Got the label all on my dick
Name my niggas' names in a song, police mask the face
I do it for the Vine not knowin' that it's buildin' case
Started from the building base, I got a bill to pay
Why the fuck these niggas steady hate?
The streets is my hustle, I've been through the struggle
Where them people be with you, but they really don't love you
I'm addicted to sidewalks, I'm workin', no time off
Gotta gain that time lost
I'ma ask them niggas, tell me what your life like
Tell me what your life like, nigga tell me what your life like
Tell me what your life like, nigga tell me what your life like
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