Intro lyrics - Lil Durk
This is Durk
Better known on the Southside of Chicago
And throughout the midwest as Lil Durk's Father
As it started out I had a life sentence
For the stool pigeon who told on me
And I been doing that time for 22 years now
But it happened through Allah
By the grace of Allah
I got that blessing and won that appeal
And now I'll be out in a few years
To be with my boy, to be with my sons
To be where I'm supposed to be in life
And do the things I'm supposed to do as a father
As always, for those who in the struggle
For those who in this system
For those who in the state's system
Keep ya head, keep fighting
Cowards, rats, don't never win over real dudes
So keep ya head up soldier
And we gone keep on letting thing continue to flow
And we'll get out an do what we supposed to do as men
And hold our own
And be the fathers we supposed to be
Be the men of the community we supposed to be
Haha, I tried to get that in
Got Javion on the 1's and 2's
I want yall to follow this shit. Ya dig?
I put him in his glo, he put me in mine
You know how we do it. L's!
Got Juice in this bitch with me, Khali
(shhhhhing)
Off the rage in Chicago to kill
Stay duckin' hollows, fu shit
On my block where it get too real
One nigga doing 2 drills
J-Money love the blue steel
LA bussin' off 2 pills
My niggas too trill
300 niggas too real
300 niggas too real (Yeah)
Pluto be t'ed off the Remy
Think he a Migo off the Remy
I think I'm Nuski with the semi
He still got the strap, niggas trippin'
And I'm hard body, man I miss him
Chino dead not to mention
I was in the studio coolin' sippin'
And they told me stay in the kitchen
Don't be loafin' with these bitches
Don't put trust into these niggas
B Throat gang will get you missin'
J-Rock keep saying he miss 'em
Irish dead that's my first cuz
My first blood
The one I love and I miss you
(Let's Get It! [2x])
Rest in piece to OD
O Block went OC
600 beef with Baldie
Get these lames up off me
If Tay and Buda shot back?
If I was there they would have shot me
(Yeah)
[Lori Perri & Lil Durk:]
Day after day
Seems like I push against the clouds
(I need everybody to pour out some liquor out,)
They just keep blocking out the sun
(For everybody that y’all lost... Fuck it roll up! Haha!)
It seems since I was born
(I’m pourin’ my lean!)
I've waken every blessed morning
(Uhhhhhhh uh-woah!)
Down on my luck and up against the wind
They ain't deserve
I'm out all night and ain't worried
Mama trippin' got a nigga nervous
I'm just sippin' drivin' steady swervin'
Bullets catch 'em quick
Hollows burn 'em
Twitter niggas steady talkin', Murder
Call my lawyer nigga, I ain't heard it
Call my lawyer nigga, I ain't heard it
You'll make the news where I come from
Rap but you get the Blues where I come from
Shoot a tec, you on a cruise where I come from
Get killed out the blue where I come from
Because, niggas ain't keep it too real
Niggas ain't keep it too trill
That's why I got me like 2 deals
I'm tryna chase me 2 mil
Free Rondo, his bond is 2 mil
And I got money I'm chillin'
3 Children
Get money invest into buildings
My nigga we got it we 'round each other
My nigga we buildin'
Niggas be tweakin' get money
Lil nigga chill out on that killin'
The murder capital so ridiculous
I swear I was grindin' for dimes and nickels
I swore I'd never drop a dime on a nigga
(Let's Get It! [x3])
Want a war? I'll never waste time on a nigga
Let's Get It! let's get it
[Lori Perri & Lil Durk:]
Day after day
(Let the beat talk to 'em, talk to 'em)
Seems like I push against the clouds
(I put my life in you!)
They just keep blocking out the sun
(Ohhh! Haha.)
It seems since I was born
(You're there when times are hard)
I've waken every blessed morning
(You're there when times are hard)
Down on my luck and up against the wind (L's)
Gunz N Money lyrics - Lil Durk
Sorry we don't know you bitch
Who you rollin' with?
Free my bronem out the pen
We be some killer sense
My block, my niggas smoking shit
That's how we rollin' shit
We do magic pull up on them Hocus Pocus shit
Guns and money [x8]
300 who I'm rollin' with
Called a bro' we smokin' shit
If we broke we pokin' him
Act like you don't know this shit
Sip lean to stay focus shit
Fed my block with dope and pics
Perculins with coke and shit
50 shots we drummin' shit
Fefe we don't come to them
We see a opp we punish him
Word to Nuski killer
Word to Chino killer
Word to Moski killer
We know we gon' kill you
You know we don't feel you
You know we gon' get 'em
They know we them niggas
They know we them niggas
Bang bro hoes we brothers bitch
THF my brothers bitch
Got caught on some other shit
Throw out the case like Cutler bitch
One night ain't no cuddle bitch
Rex throw me a rubber bitch
Can't go walkin' can't trust a bitch
I can't take care of the kids
Sorry we don't know you bitch
Who you rollin' with?
Free my bronem out the pen
We be some killer sense
My block, my niggas smoking shit
That's how we rollin' shit
We do magic pull up on them Hocus Pocus shit
Guns and money [x8]
Foenem they be wackin' shit
I ain't with that lackin' shit
Carry 40s Macs and shit
Ink his back like tats and shit
I be up on racks and shit
I do what's in my raps and shit
Fuck a bitch off my IG don't post my shit relax lil' bitch
Cali sippin' act' and tec I don't how to act with that
I'm a G with this new K
Like I'm with the alphabet
Call up BJ from the pound no bake but he gon' make them cakes
Late night drivin' on some boppin' shit
Go out west with that
Put them niggas on you
Yeah they'll done you
Can't go home late night cause I put them niggas on you
Yeah yeah
OTF 300 nigga this the year
Sorry we don't know you bitch
Who you rollin' with?
Free my bronem out the pen
We be some killer sense
My block, my niggas smoking shit
That's how we rollin' shit
We do magic pull up on them Hocus Pocus shit
Guns and money [x8]
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
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