Make It Back lyrics - Lil Durk

I wake up in the morning take a piss and grab the strap

Then I wipe my ass then I pour a cup of act

I gotta check stash because bitches don't know how to act

I fucked it off the night before I gotta make it back gang

I gotta make it back gang,gang

I gotta make it back gang gang

I gotta make it back gang gang

I gotta make it back gang gang

Gang gang

Trap house shooting craps and shit

Why Varney got the Mac and shit

Love her she'll whack a bitch

While Tracy and them be wrapping bricks

The bitch I used to call my sis I filled the lil hoe up with dick

Now she call niggas her brothers but I know I’m used to it

Gucci slides fuck her in the window while I'm serving pies

Try to slide got this choppa on me and I leave him fried

Homicide took his face apart he unidentified

50k up in my lawyer just in case they looking for me

Can't stand the smell of that work

That's why my brothers cook it for me

30k a show don't call my phone just book it for me

Money in my hand that fast money fast money

I ain't talking Wayne I need that Cash Money

I wake up in the morning take a piss and grab the strap

Then I wipe my ass then I pour a cup of act

I gotta check stash because bitches don't know how to act

I fucked it off the night before I gotta make it back gang

I gotta make it back gang,gang

I gotta make it back gang gang

I gotta make it back gang gang

I gotta make it back gang gang

Gang gang

All these niggas tweaking if you cross me you stuck

I be in the city fuck nigga we ain't ducking shit

All the real niggas street niggas they gone fuck with this

All the real killas trap niggas they gone fuck with this

Head shot run up on Durk pussy better not dead rock

What you gone do from that red dot

Run nigga better have your gun that's on my son nigga

We don't even tote 30s pussy we like drums nigga

Every nigga round me they going to blow for me

Tweak with me foe nem get in them grocery's

I got the city how it supposed to be

I wake up in the morning take a piss and grab the strap

Then I wipe my ass then I pour a cup of act

I gotta check stash because bitches don't know how to act

I fucked it off the night before I gotta make it back gang

I gotta make it back gang,gang

I gotta make it back gang gang

I gotta make it back gang gang

I gotta make it back gang gang

Gang gang

Waffle House lyrics - Lil Durk (feat. Young Dolph)

[Lil Durk:]

My trap house, a waffle house

My trap house, a waffle house

My trap house, a waffle house

My trap house, a waffle house

We got grits for the low

We got grits for the low

We got grits for the low

We got grits for the low

My trap house, a waffle house

My trap house, a waffle house

My trap house, a waffle house

My trap house, a waffle house

We got grits for the low

We got grits for the low

We got grits for the low

We got grits for the low

Got syrup in my trap house

Something like a waffle house

Touch down in my trap gonna have lil four wipe em out

I swear I'm doing numbers, I fuck her with a rubber

My nigga getting money, so fuck you if you don't love me

These niggas tried to kill me, these niggas tried to hug me

They act like they all love me, wanna copy they a dumby

But my trap has a waffle house

Sipping lean for myself man

Got a bad bitch for desert

Got a bad bitch for desert

Because my trap house like a waffle house

My trap house, a waffle house

My trap house, a waffle house

My trap house, a waffle house

My trap house, a waffle house

We got grits for the low

We got grits for the low

We got grits for the low

My trap house, a waffle house

My trap house, a waffle house

My trap house, a waffle house

My trap house, a waffle house

We got grits for the low

We got grits for the low

We got grits for the low

[Young Dolph:]

My trap house rolling

That young nigga global

Trapping out a Rover

Pulled up on your bitch it was hard for her to keep her composure

Cough syrup in my soda

Call my plug say "Hurry up nigga, what's the hold up?"

I got family to feed and customers to please

80 racks on my arm when I roll up my sleeve

Another 50 on the [?] cause' I been booming P's

Sitting in the hot tub, smoking weed and watching TV

Diamonds dancing that know its me when you see me

My phone blowing up, the trap going crazy

They can't get enough, Dolphy got them flavors

I shut your trap down, the best prices in town

It's Dolph

[Lil Durk:]

My trap house, a waffle house

My trap house, a waffle house

My trap house, a waffle house

My trap house, a waffle house

We got grits for the low

We got grits for the low

We got grits for the low

My trap house, a waffle house

My trap house, a waffle house

My trap house, a waffle house

My trap house, a waffle house

We got grits for the low

We got grits for the low

We got grits for the low

This Case lyrics - Lil Durk (feat. Hypno Carlito)

My little nigga loading up the chopper

My little nigga problem solver

We sold 50, they like 30 poppers

My niggas, they the problem solver, yeah

Turn up, turn up

Feds ain't picking up this case

The feds ain't picking up this case

Feds ain't picking up this case

The rugger I got, pick up his face

The feds ain't picking up this case

The feds ain't picking up this case

Feds ain't picking up this case

The rugger I got, pick up his face

Call me my jewelry I need me a [?]

Spend money on hits, I pay for the shooters

I talk to the streets, this money amusing

They say they gonna kill me, but why they ain't do it

Get paper, quick paper

Brick case, free my brick layer

My rollie diamonds, they hit major

Rob me, I erase you

They talking on sight shit, you asking for indictments

Double cup give me brightness

Guns on some dike shit

Sip so much lean that I'm numb

Mama, I carry my gun

Can't end up like ricky

These niggas be hating on me because I'm boys n the hood

No gun, catch a body like suge

This niggas be getting this money

They fucking with me my niggas we get the city turning up

My little nigga loading up the chopper

My little nigga problem solver

We sold 50, they like 30 poppers

My niggas, they the problem solver, yeah

Turn up, turn up

Feds ain't picking up this case

The feds ain't picking up this case

Feds ain't picking up this case

The rugger I got, pick up his face

The feds ain't picking up this case

The feds ain't picking up this case

Feds ain't picking up this case

The rugger I got, pick up his face

[Hypno Carlito:]

The feds ain't picking up this case

I give em' the work like a mixtape

Carlito I got it I've been straight

I pick up the work like I lift weights

300 days and 300 nights

The feds wanna talk but I know my rights

Spend whatever on lawyers I don't want no life

Bitch I got the [?] like a motorbike

No I don't fuck with informants

I didn't do it I was touring

Don't come to my house with no warrant

Don't hit my line if it's not important

I spent a few bucks on my mortgage

Hope you get the pic like a portrait

Everything I do big like I'm like norbit

I son all these niggas like orphans

Hypno Carlito don't need no co-sign

Polish shit up that's why Lil Durk just signed me

Play me and Varney you'll get you a line

I just made a million [?]

My little nigga loading up the chopper

My little nigga problem solver

We sold 50, they like 30 poppers

My niggas, they the problem solver, yeah

Turn up, turn up

Feds ain't picking up this case

The feds ain't picking up this case

Feds ain't picking up this case

The rugger I got, pick up his face

The feds ain't picking up this case

The feds ain't picking up this case

Feds ain't picking up this case

The rugger I got, pick up his face

My Beyoncé lyrics - Lil Durk (feat. DeJ Loaf)

[Lil Durk:]

Ooh I like the way she move

Shawty my baby, my everything, she the truth

Together we cool, me and her can't lose

Keep 'em on their feet, baby I know they so confused

Shawty my Beyoncé

Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ

Shawty my Beyoncé

Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ

My Beyoncé

Trippin' on that drank, but I know she worth it

Independent baby, I know she workin'

Adriana's serving drinks, 20 bottles, urgent

I know it can be better but nobody's perfect

We flirted for a minute, DeJ, that's my baby

I ain't trippin', I'm like Henny, yeah I'm in her kidneys

She like to play her songs to the way I'm hittin' it

Turn around like, "Damn Durk I like the way you hittin' it"

Don't believe the rumors, girl

You know I'll do you, girl

I don't wanna hear the shit about the niggas

That tried to do you, girl

Fuck the past right now

Shawty got you right now

And you hot right now

You can get it right now, baby

Ooh I like the way she move

Shawty my baby, my everything, she the truth

Together we cool, me and her can't lose

Keep 'em on their feet, baby I know they so confused

Shawty my Beyoncé

Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ

Shawty my Beyoncé

Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ

My Beyoncé

[DeJ Loaf:]

I let him get it when he want it, knock it down and push up on it

I was plottin' for a while, now I got him where I want him

They didn't understand none of this was planned

99 problems but a bitch better not be none

Na na, na na, yeah yeah

This ain't what he want, I told him that

Leave your girl, be through with that

Get with DeJ, he ain't ever goin' back

He was shy when I seen him, now he smile

Heard a few rumors but they ain't my style

I be hatin' when he out of town

Hotel, I FaceTime you, no towel

They ain't get it but they ain't our problem

What the fuck can they do about it?

Durk and DeJ

I'm thinkin' 'bout changin' my last name

[Lil Durk:]

Ooh I like the way she move

Shawty my baby, my everything, she the truth

Together we cool, me and her can't lose

Keep 'em on their feet, baby I know they so confused

Shawty my Beyoncé

Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ

Shawty my Beyoncé

Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ

My Beyoncé

You and I

White dress, flowers, and a suit and tie

Me and you like Bonnie and Clyde

No beat the case, we're do or die

Who am I to say you ain't natural?

Your haters my haters, ain't switchin' up, baby, I got you

I'm with her like a tattoo

The way you wear that dress, they gon' attack you

The way you look at me, baby I got you

I hit it from the front, I like the back too

She say, "Lay down so I can ride you"

I know that she feinding

She scratchin' my back, I like how she screamin'

I fuck her and leave her, she feinding

Shawty my Beyoncé

Ooh I like the way she move

Shawty my baby, my everything, she the truth

Together we cool, me and her can't lose

Keep 'em on their feet, baby I know they so confused

Shawty my Beyoncé

Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ

Shawty my Beyoncé

Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ

My Beyoncé

Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ

Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ, Durk and DeJ

On Em lyrics - Lil Durk

Money got me super tripping bitch

Balmain super different bitch

Since a kid I been that nigga bitch

She ain't mad she that nigga bitch

Glock 40 run up and get hit

Turn up on em, Foe'Nem be lit

Miss a shot, bend a block through they shit

Hood love em we ain't tweaking shit

Point Em out Foe'Nem T up on em

You came with nothing Foe'Nem T up on em

Yo ass stuntin Foe'Nem T up on em

Yo ass a lame Foe'Nem T up on em

Shooter shoot the shooter, you could meet the rugga

Foe'Nem take his noodles, we only ate 10 noodles

Member struggling stupid, we was never stupid

D-Light going crazy, yeah yeah yeah

Niggas tried to kill me, pussy you ain't there

Niggas said we kidding, you was never there

You was making store, I was making bail

Niggas smoking blunt I was breaking L

Never took a loss, I was repping L's

Smoking Tooka blunt, Smoking Shondale

Have a 40 on me, Opp been tryna kill

I can't go like that, I ain't bro like that

Rest in peace Nooski, why they score like that

40 city shit, I could tour like that

Rap money turn it into trap

Shoot Em up Gang, I be into that

Drive-By Gang, I be into that

I be in the streets while you internet, L

Can't post up cause they'll ride on me

Before the fame had the Mac on me

Please try me, welcome mat on me (come here)

Money got me super tripping bitch

Balmain super different bitch

Since a kid I been that nigga bitch

She ain't mad she that nigga bitch

Glock 40 run up and get hit

Turn up on em, Foe'Nem be lit

Miss a shot, bend a block through they shit

Hood love em we ain't tweaking shit

Point Em out Foe'Nem T up on em

You came with nothing Foe'Nem T up on em

Yo ass stuntin Foe'Nem T up on em

Yo ass a lame Foe'Nem T up on em

Robbers rob the robber, nigga ima problem

Always kept a lama put it on my momma

Foe'Nem with the drama, father god I'm drop em

Only reason not, pussy he a tell

Only is he live, mean he gotta go

Catch him off in traffic, pussy better blow

We gon change the score, he gon be a post

Niggas gon be gone, while we do the most

Streets say I done went Hollywood

Bitch I'm OG Bobby Johnson Good

If it was me, bitch you probably would

Rapping all about the gang shit

Last time you was in the hood, huh? (Answer that)

When the last time you was in the hood? Pussy

I'm a B.O.N nigga, I don't fuck with none of you niggas

Shoot a nigga in his shit, cuff a nigga face up

Bitch you wanna talk shit, in the trap I bake some

Niggas talk about robbing, bitch ain't never take none

Money got me super tripping bitch

Balmain super different bitch

Since a kid I been that nigga bitch

She ain't mad she that nigga bitch

Glock 40 run up and get hit

Turn up on em, Foe'Nem be lit

Miss a shot, bend a block through they shit

Hood love em we ain't tweaking shit

Point Em out Foe'Nem T up on em

You came with nothing Foe'Nem T up on em

Yo ass stuntin Foe'Nem T up on em

Yo ass a lame Foe'Nem T up on em

Believe It Or No lyrics - Lil Durk

Let's get it

Did drills on that corner, shed blood for that block

Did bid for informants, I'll kill for that block

Out late selling cocoa, had the guns in the spot

Old heads with that old bread will never get a new slot

Believe it or not (believe it or not)

Believe it or not nigga yeah [x4]

Got the spot booming yeah, shopping like it Bloomingdale

Try to hit us with a real nah

Think its Christmas how we moving bells

Take a L that's a mission fail

Pussy nigga don't try again

Cali trips send it through the mail

Hoping UPS not the feds

Me and my thinking is too legit

Took little Charles on stupid shit

Hoping you don't eat no pork my nigga

Fuck around and get your goofy hit

Glock drawn for a mickey mouse

Fuck around and get a goofy hit

Put 200 hundred on the dash nigga

Now I'm going on some movie shit

All the hitter shit started that

15 hundred how you ball with that

Jail call ain't no calling back

Snake me once and I'm falling back

Drop a 8 with a percocet

On the block went to war for that

OTF go to war for that

OTF I go to war for them

Did drills on that corner, shed blood for that block

Did big for informants, I'll kill for that block

Out late selling coka, had the guns in the spot

Old heads with that old bread will never get a new slot

Believe it or not (believe it or not)

Believe it or not nigga yeah [x4]

Every Night lyrics - Lil Durk ("300 Days, 300 Nights" Version)

I was born real, that's how I'm gone die

Nigga say he real but I know he a lie

Momma used to worry, baby you ain't gotta cry

It ain't nothing but killers by my side

Down to ride

I be out here every night, every night, every night

I be out here every night, every night, every night

I be out here every night, every night, every night

I be out here every night, every night, every night

She wanna suck on my ethika

I'mma pull up in a Tesla

Got them all mad cause I'm sexting her

She with me while you texting her

I'm in the trenches in vintage

I should nail all of my bitches yeah

I just put roleys on wrists, yeah

I want it all and i meant it

I'm getting money cause I'm a star

You should see me pulling out a lot

Christian my shoes my religion true

I just look up and say, help me god

Niggas is bitches and they so fraud

Don't look away, you know who you are

Hold up your audemars

Let's get it!

I was born real, that's how I'm gone die

Nigga say he real but I know he a lie

Momma used to worry, baby you ain't gotta cry

It ain't nothing but killers by my side

Down to ride

I be out here every night, every night, every night

I be out here every night, every night, every night

I be out here every night, every night, every night

I be out here every night, every night, every night

Pop out the cut with the fifty

Ape on me, feel like I'm fifty

Smoking on opps I get trippy

You said I was broke, boy you kidding

I feel like a hero this H on me

Bitches be dying just to taste on me

The feds put a rico case on me

Fifty a show its not make believe

I do a scarf for a belt

Robbers I don't need no help

I told all my brothers I'm there

Pour me a eight in a samp

Wanna feel my pain just sip

Wanna feel my pain just sip

You wanna feel my pain just sip

You wanna feel my pain just sip

I was born real, that's how I'm gone die

Nigga say he real but I know he a lie

Momma used to worry, baby you ain't gotta cry

It ain't nothing but killers by my side

Down to ride

I be out here every night, every night, every night

I be out here every night, every night, every night

I be out here every night, every night, every night

I be out here every night, every night, every night

Spent Me lyrics - Lil Durk (feat. Meek Mill)

[Lil' Durk:]

I got it when it was a drought

I got it when nobody tried

My niggas they counted me in

When everybody counted me out

When everybody counted me out

When everybody counted me out

When everybody counted me out

When everybody counted me out

I had to get back on my shit I had to go and get it

Cause I do it for the trap niggas

I had to get back on my shit and go and get it

I keep my distance from these rap niggas

I feel like I started this shit

Lil' Durk I'm the heart of this shit

Sosa Sosa Ressey Ressey me, I'm like Pac in this shit

It's my arrogance saying

T-Farris can't spend me, moon dawg can't spend me

And these others niggas spend me

Niggas ain't give me my fame

Niggas ain't saying my name

Think about taking my chain

Thinking that I was a stain

Look at me now, look at the clout

Look at my diamonds, look at my house

Look at my bitch, look at trap

Look at me now fuck nigga look at me now

I got it when it was a drought

I got it when nobody tried

My niggas they counted me in

When everybody counted me out

When everybody counted me out

When everybody counted me out

When everybody counted me out

When everybody counted me out

I had to get back on my shit I had to go and get it

Cause I do it for the trap niggas

I had to get back on my shit and go and get it

I keep my distance from these rap niggas

[Meek Mill:]

Nigga counted me out, should've counted me in

Fuck up the count on the milli, fuck it we count it again

Niggas they never could kill me, I'm going out with the win

I'm going out with my 30, banging on you and your friend

Bending the corner just me and Omelly we riding the seven

I pull up on niggas they never could touch in bulletproof Caddies

I'm hitting up BB and I'm calling Lolo to bring through the ladders

They bend through your corner they hitting whoever it don't even matter

Creeping through my block I'm looking for my man

Pussy nigga made me go and spend a hundred grand

The type of murder that your mama wouldn't understand

I bring it to him brown bag with the rubber band

[Lil' Durk:]

I got it when it was a drought

I got it when nobody tried

My niggas they counted me in

When everybody counted me out

When everybody counted me out

When everybody counted me out

When everybody counted me out

When everybody counted me out

I had to get back on my shit I had to go and get it

Cause I do it for the trap niggas

I had to get back on my shit and go and get it

I keep my distance from these rap niggas

I was all in it when nobody cared

Chino [?] was there

Niggas around I know they ain't care

Hit the street with that rally on me

That pussy fucking go mileage on it

Every song every bar I'm spazzing on 'em

Daddy had told me behave myself

The streets and the hoes so he paid the debt

One thing had told me be real and be young nigga

Nigga was screaming to save yourself

In the hood with that gun up on me

Money, lean, and my son up on me

Watch out for the phony homie they money hungry

The hood and the ghetto they told me go get it

My mama and daddy had told me go get it

The niggas beside me told me go get it

Go get it while these fuck niggas gon' spend me

I got it when it was a drought

I got it when nobody tried

My niggas they counted me in

When everybody counted me out

When everybody counted me out

When everybody counted me out

When everybody counted me out

When everybody counted me out

I had to get back on my shit I had to go and get it

Cause I do it for the trap niggas

I had to get back on my shit and go and get it

I keep my distance from these rap niggas

Jump Off lyrics - Lil Durk

Playing with Glocks that was a sport

Momma told me to get back on that porch

Had no money, trap house slow

Robbing and hustling was so important

Niggas was telling, feds in motion

Everything they doing was being recorded

Fed taking pictures and we posing

Hopping in and out of them porches

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Jumped off the porch

(all my niggas they so real)

I been jumped off the porch

(all my niggas they'll kill)

I been jumped off the porch

(tell my niggas it's a drill)

I been jumped off the porch

I was down when the war was strong

They told us chill out

Half sleep when the sheriffs came (sorry momma)

They told us get out

It was a drought, I had a doubt

Me, I was sleeping on my homie couch

Had to wake up with this crack in my mouth

Heard his mommas telling me to get out

Caught me a case

Bitches be on me because I'm the new Ye

This is my city where killers don't play

Gotta keep killers around where you lay

Link card cut short she on public aid

Everybody love but my niggas stay

Before we was raided

We was killing these roaches with raid

My niggas was killing for J's

RIP to Nuski Bae

We miss you

Same L's, same blood, same tissue

We killing any niggas that diss

I was playing with them Glocks

Playing with Glocks that was a sport

Momma told me to get back on that porch

Had no money, trap house slow

Robbing & hustling was so damn important

Niggas was telling , feds in motion

Everything they doing was being recorded

Fed taking pictures and we posing

Hopping in and out of them porches

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Jumped off the porch

(all my niggas they so real)

I been jumped off the porch

(all my niggas they'll kill)

I been jumped off the porch

(tell my niggas it's a drill)

I been jumped off the porch

On My Soul lyrics - Lil Durk

Go through so much, nobody know

Hand on my pipe can't trust a soul

Times ain't the same we getting old

These niggas fu they get exposed

That's on my soul, my soul, my soul, my soul

Devil want my soul, my soul, my soul

Who said I sold my soul for gold and clothes and hoes

No, no, no, no, no, no

Feel my pain, how you feel my shoes, can't feel my name

Once I hit the top I ain't gone change that's on my soul

Once you know about waking up in the middle of the snow

Seeing the news watching people dead that you know

I lost niggas but family different

My niggas family so tell me what's different

I came in late selling packs, momma tripping

I'm feeding family so tell me who get it

I ain't go to school I was on that block

I needed education, I forgot

You could forgive but never forget

Whatever I'm with my niggas they with

Go through so much, nobody know

Hand on my pipe can't trust a soul

Times ain't the same we getting old

These niggas fu they get exposed

That's on my soul, my soul, my soul, my soul

Devil want my soul, my soul, my soul

Who said I sold my soul for gold and clothes and hoes

No, no, no, no, no, no

I know the consequences of my actions

Knew I'll be rich when I start rapping

When shit was real, when niggas lacking

Just made our city murder capital

I said fuck school I was always absent

Niggas need oscars, they always acting

Niggas is bitches they always reacting

I tell a nigga he get clapped like magic

Me and my niggas we been through so much

For that band my niggas get you touched

Break your legs that ain't enough

And this my city ain't letting up

That's on my soul

Go through so much, nobody know

Hand on my pipe can't trust a soul

Times ain't the same we getting old

These niggas fu they get exposed

That's on my soul, my soul, my soul, my soul

Devil want my soul, my soul, my soul

Who said I sold my soul fuck gold and clothes and hoes

No, no, no, no, no, no