Ride 4 Me lyrics - Lil Durk

I waited for you [x2]

I cried out with no reply

And I can't feel you by my side

How can I not fuck with the niggas I grew up with

Damn gunner hunters every time I see em

Hasta la vista, nah cause I'm coming back

I love to rap, I love the trap

Mama tripping but she know I'm strapped

The city want me dead, money on my head

On nuski I ain't scared I'm going (to the crib)

No cash so I had to steal nigga

Ain't feel it was too real niggas

Even nights I wanted to kill niggas

Plenty nights I ain't even feel niggas

Always kept it hunnid like a bread

Gimme guns when I ain't had no sets

Ain't been back since

Ever since niggas on tricks, fuck em

The streets on fire

Gotta keep my pole on me

My old homie told on me

Keep my gold on me

They'll kill me before they rob me

But they know I ain't going homie

They know I ain't going homie

I cried out with no reply

And I can't feel you by my side

[x2]

Grew up in the ghetto the hard way

Pipes in the hallway

Where youngins be turning to killers

And killing these niggas in broad day

Me? I went the smart way

Started rapping for the large cake

House on the hill

Ain't worried bout a deal

Imma do it the hard way

Imma turn up for my real niggas

And get money with my real niggas

Since I was a young nigga

They knew I was a problem

Imma get money and keep it real [x2]

Keep it trill

Fuck a deal

Bitch I'm paid

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Bitch I'm paid

I just wanna keep it real for me niggas man

Everybody get this money man

So Imma turn up with em

I cried out with no reply

And I can't feel you by my side

[x2]

I waited for you

[x2]

Mean To Me lyrics - Lil Durk (with Zona Man & Future)

[Future:]

Yea, yea, yea

Freeband Gang, waah

Future Hendrix

Zona Montana, Zona, Zona

Posted in the hood with some gangstas

Don't be coming around here false claiming

Don't you come around here false claiming

Better not come around here false claiming, yeah yeah

I can show you what that money 'bout

Pull up right now with a 100 shots

I can should show you what that dummy is 'bout

Soon as the dry hit, we dummy out

Shawty she still on the percocets

Fucking around with them mollies too

Heard you was serving that white girl

We got a line on that dark too

Fuck that lil ho, I'm a dog too

Fuck on that ho, I'm a dog too

Fuck that lil ho, she a dog too

Fuck that lil ho, she a dog you

Fuck that lil ho, I'm a dog too

I got that ho on a walkthrough

Came over late night and smashed too

Came up with this cash so fast too

Real niggas always in tune with me

Step in the club with them goons with me

I brought some molly and shrooms with me

I got the molly and shrooms with me

You better squeeze it until it's empty

You better squeeze it until it's empty

You better squeeze it until it's empty

You better squeeze it until it's empty

Count that money then I pass out

I just came from a cash route

Going brazy with the cash flow

Gave that molly to my last ho

Came through with my mask on

Hydroponic and some styrofoams

Real niggas know the code baby

Still open doors for the old ladies

Wacked off a nigga old lady

Cause she knew too much 'bout this old paper

Foreign coupes, my transportation

I'ma shoot like Radric Davis

I'm going hard for this lifestyle I live

That's how much it means to me

I kept my word with you niggas

Showing you how much you mean to me

I came all way with you niggas

Showing you how much you mean to me

I kept my word with you niggas

Showing you how much you mean to me

[Zona Man:]

FBG, fuck all them extra niggas

Been true to this shit since they blessed a nigga

Got Migos for bricks, they investing niggas

Stacks up them blocks like it's tetris nigga

Standing on couches with bloods nigga

Run up on me, I'ma show a nigga

Zona finnesser, I eat all these niggas

These niggas is turkey, no beef with these niggas

She love me, she love me, she love me

She love me, she hate me

Got niggas that's waiting on this work

And I hate that they waiting

One life to live, and I'm living it nigga

All this for my kids and my niggas that with me

Pull up in the hood with them Benzies and Bentlies

Pull up in the hood with them killers they with me

[Future:]

I'm going hard for this lifestyle I live

That's how much it means to me

I kept my word with you niggas

Showing you how much you mean to me

[x2]

[Lil Durk:]

Thirteen on my head go get a refund

We don't like thirties, we turn up with drums

Pour me up an eight just to get numb

Trap house is booming, for 9 to make bond

Fuck a fake nigga, we call a knockoff

Savage with activas, pull up and go dumb

I'm the only Durk close to a don

But city ain't capitol-murder for none (Chiraq)

Police ass niggas be working for none

Police ass niggas be telling for less

OTF 300, my nigga we blessed

Chop a brick down on a boat, then we made it

[?]

My cases I caught, was aggravated weapon

Blessing, blessing to be a real nigga

And to be here to tell it yea, yea

Shit ain't been the same, since I lost Nuski

Since I dropped my album it's been a movie

I got the city hating and they wanna do me

I do this shit for Chino and Nuski yea yea yea

[Future:]

Posted in the hood with some gangstas

Don't be coming around here false claiming

Don't you come around here false claiming

Better not come around here false claiming

Remember My Name (2015)

• 500 Homicides
• Amber Alert
• Like Me
• Lord Don't Make Me Do It
• Don't Judge Me
• Tryna' Tryna'
• Higher
• Resume
• What Your Life Like
• Why Me
• Ghetto (Grew Up)
• Remember My Name 

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