Yeah, man, it's Mad, man, live from the trenches, man
Happenin' with my boy Durkio, man
He the soul of the streets, man, I'm the voice of the streets, man
I'll be back out there going crazy
Bro was there when nobody wasn't there, man
You know, payin' lawyer fees, you know, sending bread, whatever, on bro
Holding a motherf*cker down, man, doing his thing for me
All you fu' ass niggas out there snaked out, man, on some fake shit, man
Remember all the real niggas
Showed love, man, stayed down, shout out to real niggas, man
Y'all know I'm on my OTF shit, man, on go
They told me don't die young because I'm talented
You really for me, you been around and you ain't asked for shit
Voice of the streets, and if I say it, Vern, he stand on it
I speak my soul through my music, I'm so passionate
And if you thinkin' 'bout taking my chain, just know you would die with it
When them niggas count your pockets, you gotta watch that shit
I ain't have a pot to piss in, you did
You say this brother shit fell off, it did (turn up)
I'm the brains and you the muscle, that's Rodney still
And niggas really speak they mind off them Perky pills
They left me hanging and left me abandoned, that shit hurt me still
We fell off and it was a shootout, and I think they'll murk me still
In the studio smoking exotic, comin' up with new bars
I tried to stop it, I tried to stop it, that shit too far
Been around with my brothers, you give me endurance, I ride with two Glocks
And I'm thinking 'bout getting insurance, tryna do me like 2Pac
Ooh, it hurt my soul
Who gon' ride with you 'til the end?
Then again, you gotta watch out for your friends
They disrespect me on the 'net, don't pay it no 'ttention
They told me don't die young because I'm talented
You really for me, you been around and you ain't asked for shit
Voice of the streets, and if I say it, Vern, he stand on it
I speak my soul through my music, I'm so passionate
And if you thinkin' 'bout taking my chain, just know you would die with it
When them niggas count your pockets, you gotta watch that shit
I ain't have a pot to piss in, you did
You say this brother shit fell off, it did (turn up)
Gotta be a snake to hang around you snakes
Boona gon' be straight, you know that's my lil' ace
If you play with my name, the streets gon' give you a taste
Just signed my deal with Bel-Air, f*ck around and give you a case
Niggas low-key Chuck E. Cheese, tryna give you a case
A lot of pussies in these streets and I'll never embrace
You talking like you an OG and you can't get replaced
They wanna see your face in the casket, I told 'em leave your face
And I be thinkin' about my dawg until them Runtz gone
Until a nigga shoot that dome, it won't be much long
It's not a letter to the streets, it's just a love song
Lost Baby D to these streets, can't believe my cuz gone
They told me don't die young because I'm talented
You really for me, you been around and you ain't asked for shit
Voice of the streets, and if I say it, Vern, he stand on it
I speak my soul through my music, I'm so passionate
And if you thinkin' 'bout taking my chain, just know you would die with it
When them niggas count your pockets, you gotta watch that shit
I ain't have a pot to piss in, you did
You say this brother shit fell off, it did (turn up)
(Let's get it)
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
Lil Durk - Love Songs 4 The Streets 2 Album Lyrics
Lil Durk - Love Songs 4 The Streets 2 Lyrics
Writer: Darrel L. Jackson, Durk D. Banks
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Like That
A nigga talkin' 'bout a motherf*cker can't use no tune
Like motherf*ckers ain't in these streets
On God
Why you playin' with my shorty like he won't come up out that cut?
Why you talkin' out your neck like he won't turn yo' ass to runts?
They say why we ain't kill his ass, we was on his ass for a couple months
You know Blow, his ass a smoker, he put 3 grams in a blunt
Got a booster, she a dwarf, I don't pay for Saint Laurent
Ain't no peace treaty with the opps, don't call my phone 'cause I ain't the one
How they give him 39 and he ain't get caught up with no gun?
Ain't no pass, we on your ass, don't get caught up with your son
It's one opp that we ain't blast, after him it ain't no fun
How you say your ass the man and you ain't give your block no guns?
Man, you know his ass a rat, how he get out in a month?
Why you actin' like a bitch? Nigga should've been a punk
We gon' catch you lackin', off them pills, wearin' them glasses
We gon' hit your blindside, foenem hit you nine times
I send hits through CashApp, I'm on a 6 with badazz
On that car if he back back, f*ck my opps, I'm Die Y
Why you walk like that? (He told)
Why you talk like that? (He told)
Why you move like that? (Let's get it)
Why you shoot like that? (He old)
Why you lack like that? (Yeah)
Why act like that? (Let's get it)
Why you fu like that? (Why you fu?)
You make the news like that (yeah)
See, I ain't built like that (let's go)
Bitch, you get killed like that (let's go)
My pockets gettin' big (let's get it)
Like uncle Phil in there (Uncle Phil in there)
Who got the pills in here? (Who got the pills in there?)
Take off your heels in here (take off your heels in here)
It's gon' get real in here (on god)
So don't get killed in here (let's get it)
I got my pipe in here, I won't think twice in here
I'm shootin' everybody, even the
OT, I fly you here, what size shoe you wear?
Must be the pills talkin', can't lie, I'm high as hell
Where I'm from, you better not tell, where I'm from, it's dead or jail
Where I'm from, it's on that car, and watch out, there go 12
Where I'm from, it's hit or miss, and he got hit, he quick
Where I'm from, you lookin' stiff, then put him in a zip
Where I'm from, we smokin' him, that Tooka, man, be chokin' him
These hoes ain't shit gang, I'm f*ckin' her, she to close him
She made a paragraph, she talkin' 'bout she was close to him
Hoes ain't shit, her baby daddy, she killed both of them
Why you walk like that?
Why you talk like that? (He told)
Why you move like that? (Let's get it)
Why you shoot like that? (He old)
Why you lack like that? (Yeah)
Why act like that? (Let's get it)
Why you fu like that? (Why you fu?)
You make the news like that (yeah)
See, I ain't built like that (let's go)
Bitch, you get killed like that (let's go)
My pockets gettin' big (let's get it)
Like uncle phil in there (Uncle Phil in there)
Who got the pills in here? (Who got the pills in there?)
Take off your heels in here (take off your heels in here)
It's gon' get real in here (on God)
So don't get killed in here (let's get it)
Like motherf*ckers ain't in these streets
On God
Why you playin' with my shorty like he won't come up out that cut?
Why you talkin' out your neck like he won't turn yo' ass to runts?
They say why we ain't kill his ass, we was on his ass for a couple months
You know Blow, his ass a smoker, he put 3 grams in a blunt
Got a booster, she a dwarf, I don't pay for Saint Laurent
Ain't no peace treaty with the opps, don't call my phone 'cause I ain't the one
How they give him 39 and he ain't get caught up with no gun?
Ain't no pass, we on your ass, don't get caught up with your son
It's one opp that we ain't blast, after him it ain't no fun
How you say your ass the man and you ain't give your block no guns?
Man, you know his ass a rat, how he get out in a month?
Why you actin' like a bitch? Nigga should've been a punk
We gon' catch you lackin', off them pills, wearin' them glasses
We gon' hit your blindside, foenem hit you nine times
I send hits through CashApp, I'm on a 6 with badazz
On that car if he back back, f*ck my opps, I'm Die Y
Why you walk like that? (He told)
Why you talk like that? (He told)
Why you move like that? (Let's get it)
Why you shoot like that? (He old)
Why you lack like that? (Yeah)
Why act like that? (Let's get it)
Why you fu like that? (Why you fu?)
You make the news like that (yeah)
See, I ain't built like that (let's go)
Bitch, you get killed like that (let's go)
My pockets gettin' big (let's get it)
Like uncle Phil in there (Uncle Phil in there)
Who got the pills in here? (Who got the pills in there?)
Take off your heels in here (take off your heels in here)
It's gon' get real in here (on god)
So don't get killed in here (let's get it)
I got my pipe in here, I won't think twice in here
I'm shootin' everybody, even the
OT, I fly you here, what size shoe you wear?
Must be the pills talkin', can't lie, I'm high as hell
Where I'm from, you better not tell, where I'm from, it's dead or jail
Where I'm from, it's on that car, and watch out, there go 12
Where I'm from, it's hit or miss, and he got hit, he quick
Where I'm from, you lookin' stiff, then put him in a zip
Where I'm from, we smokin' him, that Tooka, man, be chokin' him
These hoes ain't shit gang, I'm f*ckin' her, she to close him
She made a paragraph, she talkin' 'bout she was close to him
Hoes ain't shit, her baby daddy, she killed both of them
Why you walk like that?
Why you talk like that? (He told)
Why you move like that? (Let's get it)
Why you shoot like that? (He old)
Why you lack like that? (Yeah)
Why act like that? (Let's get it)
Why you fu like that? (Why you fu?)
You make the news like that (yeah)
See, I ain't built like that (let's go)
Bitch, you get killed like that (let's go)
My pockets gettin' big (let's get it)
Like uncle phil in there (Uncle Phil in there)
Who got the pills in here? (Who got the pills in there?)
Take off your heels in here (take off your heels in here)
It's gon' get real in here (on God)
So don't get killed in here (let's get it)
Writer: Darrel L. Jackson, Dayvon Bennett, Durk D. Banks
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Green Light
(Dy Krazy)
Let's get it
Man, give that boy this message (let's get it), can't wait 'til foenem catch you (yeah)
Keep callin' me a rapper, I might be the one to stretch you (be the one to stretch you)
He claimin' that he gang, the only reason foenem loved him (let's get it)
I told him he a bitch, he ain't on shit, he nothin' special (what)
I just brought four strikers (strikers), foenem and them desperate (let's go)
But I just took the keys 'cause foenem arguin' over Teslas
Why you think that he gon' ride for you? He gon' do what I tell him (gang)
I don't stop at red lights anyway, it's green light when they catch you (yeah, yeah)
Grab that TEC, nah, ay (let's get it), grab that MAC, ay
Talkin' behind my back, nah, nigga (let's get it), he a rat, yeah
Tweakin' on the net, yeah, turn you to a pack, yeah
Turn up in that cat, yeah, that 40 Glock my gat, yeah (brra)
Von pass that strap, yeah
Take who chain? That's cap, yeah
That rap money in the trap, yeah
Play with me, get clapped, yeah
Pussy (bitch)
Hello
Yeah, you a bitch ass
Man, you know what the f*ck it is, man
OTF gang, 300
Man, get your bitch ass outta here nigga
You know what the f*ck it is with us nigga
You a ho
Yeah, so you tough, huh?
You ain't get enough, huh? Treat you like you Krump, huh? (Dope)
Oh, you think you turnt, huh? Come out cuts and dump some'
Like my cash in lump sums, niggas don't want these problems
She put coca on her gums, switches on our guns
We can't go for none, bitch, I put that on my son
Why you shoot him in his back? 'Cause that pussy tried to run
Get your hand out your pocket 'cause I know it ain't no gun
Are you turnt, huh? Are you geeked, huh?
Are you turnt, huh? Are you geeked, huh?
Are you turnt, huh? Are you geeked, huh?
Are you turnt, huh? Are you geeked, huh?
Are you turnt, huh? Are you geeked, huh?
Are you turnt, huh? Are you geeked, huh?
Are you turnt, huh? Are you geeked, huh?
Are you turnt, huh? Are you geeked, huh?
Let's get it
Man, give that boy this message (let's get it), can't wait 'til foenem catch you (yeah)
Keep callin' me a rapper, I might be the one to stretch you (be the one to stretch you)
He claimin' that he gang, the only reason foenem loved him (let's get it)
I told him he a bitch, he ain't on shit, he nothin' special (what)
I just brought four strikers (strikers), foenem and them desperate (let's go)
But I just took the keys 'cause foenem arguin' over Teslas
Why you think that he gon' ride for you? He gon' do what I tell him (gang)
I don't stop at red lights anyway, it's green light when they catch you (yeah, yeah)
Grab that TEC, nah, ay (let's get it), grab that MAC, ay
Talkin' behind my back, nah, nigga (let's get it), he a rat, yeah
Tweakin' on the net, yeah, turn you to a pack, yeah
Turn up in that cat, yeah, that 40 Glock my gat, yeah (brra)
Von pass that strap, yeah
Take who chain? That's cap, yeah
That rap money in the trap, yeah
Play with me, get clapped, yeah
Pussy (bitch)
Hello
Yeah, you a bitch ass
Man, you know what the f*ck it is, man
OTF gang, 300
Man, get your bitch ass outta here nigga
You know what the f*ck it is with us nigga
You a ho
Yeah, so you tough, huh?
You ain't get enough, huh? Treat you like you Krump, huh? (Dope)
Oh, you think you turnt, huh? Come out cuts and dump some'
Like my cash in lump sums, niggas don't want these problems
She put coca on her gums, switches on our guns
We can't go for none, bitch, I put that on my son
Why you shoot him in his back? 'Cause that pussy tried to run
Get your hand out your pocket 'cause I know it ain't no gun
Are you turnt, huh? Are you geeked, huh?
Are you turnt, huh? Are you geeked, huh?
Are you turnt, huh? Are you geeked, huh?
Are you turnt, huh? Are you geeked, huh?
Are you turnt, huh? Are you geeked, huh?
Are you turnt, huh? Are you geeked, huh?
Are you turnt, huh? Are you geeked, huh?
Are you turnt, huh? Are you geeked, huh?
Writer: Durk Banks, Dwan Lecurtis Jaquan Avery
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Die Slow
(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
For the nigga that killed my cousin (woo)
Make sure he die slow
I know a killer that's ready to shoot something
But he shoot with his eyes closed
Better watch how you speak on that OTF shit
'Cause shit, I'd die for it
I'll go against the grain for one of my niggas
Shit, if I got to
If I got to, boom, boom, boom, boom
If I got to (yeah, pussy, lay 'em)
If I got to (yeah), if I got to
Pussy ass nigga get robbed, if I got to
Pussy ass nigga get shot, if I got to
I'm killing all my opps, if I got to
Hit his ass twice with this Glock, if I got to (ayy)
They say they want Durk with no auto, ayy
I'm from Chicago, where we turn our opps gelato, ayy
We shoot at opps, we high speed cops, we ducking potholes, ayy
Man, he was woofin' like he was like that, man, we touched that taco, ayy
Man, it's a drought on these real niggas, man, free Ralo, ayy
Man, I can't get caught with no guns, you ain't even got no case
Foenem touch your face
I keep Bloods, I keep Crips when I touch down, ayy
Man, I'm clutching on my iron, man, this street life ain't no joke
Nigga touch me then he dyin', niggas know we ain't no hoes
I put savage in this love shit, without me, ain't no goals
I put pistols all in Chiraq, nigga, without me, ain't no poles
For the nigga that killed my cousin (woo)
Make sure he die slow
I know a killer that's ready to shoot something
But he shoot with his eyes closed
Better watch how you speak on that OTF shit
'Cause shit, I'd die for it
I'll go against the grain for one of my niggas (on God)
Shit, if I got to (straight up)
If I got to, boom, boom, boom, boom
If I got to (straight up) (yeah, pussy, lay 'em)
If I got to (yeah) (on God), if I got to
Pussy ass nigga get robbed, if I got to
Pussy ass nigga get shot, if I got to
I'm killing all my opps, if I got to (on God)
(Pussy) if I got to
I got Hall of Fame status, bitch, don't try me like a rookie (21)
I need a quarter ticket if your ass wanna book me (on God)
Let off so many shots, neighbor said it sound like a fully (21)
If I die, was one of my partners 'cause the opps all pussies (on God)
You ain't never slid for your brother
You scared to get in trouble, y'all niggas might tell (bitch)
Run around like he a killer
He snitching in the car, he ain't make it to the jail (snitch)
Glock in my lap, I'm strapped
Too risky to fistfight, niggas get clapped (21)
Everybody 'round me paranoid
You might get smoked tryna reach for some dap (on God)
Savage so 4L, he got a drum on his stick (facts)
Come pick up your girl, we left cum on your bitch (hah)
Niggas shot y'all whole gang, y'all niggas ain't do shit (21)
We play freeze tag with these bullets, dawg, and all y'all niggas it (on God)
For the nigga that killed my cousin (straight up, straight up)
Make sure he die slow (21)
I know a killer that's ready to shoot something
But he shoot with his eyes closed
Better watch how you speak on that OTF shit
'Cause shit, I'd die for it
I'll go against the grain for one of my niggas
Shit, if I got to
If I got to, boom, boom, boom, boom
If I got to (yeah, pussy, lay 'em)
If I got to (yeah), if I got to
Pussy ass nigga get robbed, if I got to
Pussy ass nigga get shot, if I got to
I'm killing all my opps, if I got to
(Pussy) if I got to (ayy)
For the nigga that killed my cousin (woo)
Make sure he die slow
I know a killer that's ready to shoot something
But he shoot with his eyes closed
Better watch how you speak on that OTF shit
'Cause shit, I'd die for it
I'll go against the grain for one of my niggas
Shit, if I got to
If I got to, boom, boom, boom, boom
If I got to (yeah, pussy, lay 'em)
If I got to (yeah), if I got to
Pussy ass nigga get robbed, if I got to
Pussy ass nigga get shot, if I got to
I'm killing all my opps, if I got to
Hit his ass twice with this Glock, if I got to (ayy)
They say they want Durk with no auto, ayy
I'm from Chicago, where we turn our opps gelato, ayy
We shoot at opps, we high speed cops, we ducking potholes, ayy
Man, he was woofin' like he was like that, man, we touched that taco, ayy
Man, it's a drought on these real niggas, man, free Ralo, ayy
Man, I can't get caught with no guns, you ain't even got no case
Foenem touch your face
I keep Bloods, I keep Crips when I touch down, ayy
Man, I'm clutching on my iron, man, this street life ain't no joke
Nigga touch me then he dyin', niggas know we ain't no hoes
I put savage in this love shit, without me, ain't no goals
I put pistols all in Chiraq, nigga, without me, ain't no poles
For the nigga that killed my cousin (woo)
Make sure he die slow
I know a killer that's ready to shoot something
But he shoot with his eyes closed
Better watch how you speak on that OTF shit
'Cause shit, I'd die for it
I'll go against the grain for one of my niggas (on God)
Shit, if I got to (straight up)
If I got to, boom, boom, boom, boom
If I got to (straight up) (yeah, pussy, lay 'em)
If I got to (yeah) (on God), if I got to
Pussy ass nigga get robbed, if I got to
Pussy ass nigga get shot, if I got to
I'm killing all my opps, if I got to (on God)
(Pussy) if I got to
I got Hall of Fame status, bitch, don't try me like a rookie (21)
I need a quarter ticket if your ass wanna book me (on God)
Let off so many shots, neighbor said it sound like a fully (21)
If I die, was one of my partners 'cause the opps all pussies (on God)
You ain't never slid for your brother
You scared to get in trouble, y'all niggas might tell (bitch)
Run around like he a killer
He snitching in the car, he ain't make it to the jail (snitch)
Glock in my lap, I'm strapped
Too risky to fistfight, niggas get clapped (21)
Everybody 'round me paranoid
You might get smoked tryna reach for some dap (on God)
Savage so 4L, he got a drum on his stick (facts)
Come pick up your girl, we left cum on your bitch (hah)
Niggas shot y'all whole gang, y'all niggas ain't do shit (21)
We play freeze tag with these bullets, dawg, and all y'all niggas it (on God)
For the nigga that killed my cousin (straight up, straight up)
Make sure he die slow (21)
I know a killer that's ready to shoot something
But he shoot with his eyes closed
Better watch how you speak on that OTF shit
'Cause shit, I'd die for it
I'll go against the grain for one of my niggas
Shit, if I got to
If I got to, boom, boom, boom, boom
If I got to (yeah, pussy, lay 'em)
If I got to (yeah), if I got to
Pussy ass nigga get robbed, if I got to
Pussy ass nigga get shot, if I got to
I'm killing all my opps, if I got to
(Pussy) if I got to (ayy)
Writer: Darrell L. Jackson, Durk D. Banks, She'yaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Locked Up
I can't see your face, we talk through cellphone
I salute you a thousand times 'cause you ain't said nothin'
It hurt your heart, your kids keep telling you you a jailbird
You don't complain when you don't get visits 'cause you'll get mail first
You lost your guys, have your sentence and it still hurt
Please don't think about the streets, put your appeal first
Before I ever tell a lie, I give you the real first
Before I ever tell a lie, I give you the real Durk, yeah, turn up
When you was free, you had them AK
Whoever think that'd you be passing out a state tray?
And the squad was mad at Rio 'cause he ain't take 8
Twenty-three years, he surviving off of JPay
And you ain't gotta send 'em money 'cause they stay straight
Boona gotta do one more year, I know he can't wait
They steady throwing Law in the hole 'cause he got a gang case
And I be steady taking drugs to keep my pain away
I done did so much time for my gun case
Look in the mirror, all I see is my son's face
And my daughter's and my mom face
The state came with a plea, get out of my face
You my friend, not my family, it's a difference
I know a killer who turned the city up, he snitchin'
I know you did so why you tellin' me you didn't?
But I know another killer who turned up as a witness
Would say they name but I know that ain't none of my business
You ain't tell on the gang so you say that shit ain't snitchin'
Tryna throw up my gang, county scratch it out the picture
Gave the police some guns so they can lighten up they sentence, yeah
Y'all daddy love y'all, you gon' hear them talkin' shit about me
I'm from Chicago, if you died then we didn't forget about you
F*ck with the other side, not me, you can't forget about it
I witnessed a war inside my city, they kill anybody
I know a nigga who ain't did it, but he claimed a body
Niggas got robbed from out of town who just came to party
And why you decide to play with me? My shorties insane about me
Your name ain't shit out here, I can name some people who really about it
I know Coach Ball, he coached with Holland, tried to put him through college
I started rappin', I dropped out of school, I had my first deposit
I wasn't gon' finish anyway, being honest
And I can't do no minimum wage, being honest
Free all my dawgs who locked up
Free all my partners who locked up
Free all my niggas who locked up
Free all my brothers who locked up
Free all them killers who locked up
All them real niggas who locked up
Free them drug dealers who locked up
'Cause of Obama, they changed that one law, they gon' pop up
I salute you a thousand times 'cause you ain't said nothin'
It hurt your heart, your kids keep telling you you a jailbird
You don't complain when you don't get visits 'cause you'll get mail first
You lost your guys, have your sentence and it still hurt
Please don't think about the streets, put your appeal first
Before I ever tell a lie, I give you the real first
Before I ever tell a lie, I give you the real Durk, yeah, turn up
When you was free, you had them AK
Whoever think that'd you be passing out a state tray?
And the squad was mad at Rio 'cause he ain't take 8
Twenty-three years, he surviving off of JPay
And you ain't gotta send 'em money 'cause they stay straight
Boona gotta do one more year, I know he can't wait
They steady throwing Law in the hole 'cause he got a gang case
And I be steady taking drugs to keep my pain away
I done did so much time for my gun case
Look in the mirror, all I see is my son's face
And my daughter's and my mom face
The state came with a plea, get out of my face
You my friend, not my family, it's a difference
I know a killer who turned the city up, he snitchin'
I know you did so why you tellin' me you didn't?
But I know another killer who turned up as a witness
Would say they name but I know that ain't none of my business
You ain't tell on the gang so you say that shit ain't snitchin'
Tryna throw up my gang, county scratch it out the picture
Gave the police some guns so they can lighten up they sentence, yeah
Y'all daddy love y'all, you gon' hear them talkin' shit about me
I'm from Chicago, if you died then we didn't forget about you
F*ck with the other side, not me, you can't forget about it
I witnessed a war inside my city, they kill anybody
I know a nigga who ain't did it, but he claimed a body
Niggas got robbed from out of town who just came to party
And why you decide to play with me? My shorties insane about me
Your name ain't shit out here, I can name some people who really about it
I know Coach Ball, he coached with Holland, tried to put him through college
I started rappin', I dropped out of school, I had my first deposit
I wasn't gon' finish anyway, being honest
And I can't do no minimum wage, being honest
Free all my dawgs who locked up
Free all my partners who locked up
Free all my niggas who locked up
Free all my brothers who locked up
Free all them killers who locked up
All them real niggas who locked up
Free them drug dealers who locked up
'Cause of Obama, they changed that one law, they gon' pop up
Writer: Adrian Appleby, Bruce William Billingy, Clarence Lazar Gray, Durk D. Banks, Harrison Lipsitz, Phillip Ryan Tel Cromwell
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Rebellious
(This a Hood Famous production)
(Go Grizz)
(Winners Circle)
I still got family in the hood, this shit for real
And I swear they on my mind when I'm off them pills
Only thing on they mind, go and kill
Told my granny I can't deny, gotta pay her bills
She said I'm the reason for his death, it gave me chills
I thought my life was supposed to change when I got that deal
So this is how it feel (yeah), this is how it feel
Niggas' vibes different, you even smile different
I even fall out with the niggas that I know'll ride with me
I lost cousins to these streets, it make my high different
I left Ikey around some pounds when the job missing
I put my bitch on JetSmarter, she even fly different
Thirty pair of Amiri jeans, I say my fly different
Even though I'm rich, I'm still not 'round, so all my guys trippin'
I know y'all miss me, I miss y'all too, but I'm out the Chi with it
Whoever thought the bitch we slept around was scandalous
If you gon' cheat on him, don't cheat on him with the fellas
I'm around millionaires, I'ma change, let them tell it
Everybody around me gang, we rebellious
I still got family in the hood, this shit for real
And I swear they on my mind when I'm off them pills
Only thing on they mind, go and kill
Told my granny I can't deny, gotta pay her bills
She said I'm the reason for his death, it gave me chills
I thought my life was supposed to change when I got that deal
So this is how it feel (yeah), this is how it feel
A lot of nights I be smiling, but I still be so lonely
Deedee my roadie, so I'ma know how he feel if he lose his motion
Nowadays, you ask a nigga for a favor, he gon' think you owe him
Shit built in me since 2012, you play and I'ma show 'em
They'll bust your brain, you think I'm playin', you better tuck your chain
Nowadays they goin' off the murders, they don't go off names
But let a nigga play with me, his life gon' go in flame
They say I got some kids out right now that I do not claim
I know I don't so, lil' bitch, chill, you steady chasing fame
I'm tryna figure out why you squeal and got a big name
Take my pain, my pain away, away, away, away
I still got family in the hood, this shit for real
And I swear they on my mind when I'm off them pills
Only thing on they mind, go and kill
Told my granny I can't deny, gotta pay her bills
She said I'm the reason for his death, it gave me chills
I thought my life was supposed to change when I got that deal
So this is how it feel (yeah), this is how it feel
(Go Grizz)
(Winners Circle)
I still got family in the hood, this shit for real
And I swear they on my mind when I'm off them pills
Only thing on they mind, go and kill
Told my granny I can't deny, gotta pay her bills
She said I'm the reason for his death, it gave me chills
I thought my life was supposed to change when I got that deal
So this is how it feel (yeah), this is how it feel
Niggas' vibes different, you even smile different
I even fall out with the niggas that I know'll ride with me
I lost cousins to these streets, it make my high different
I left Ikey around some pounds when the job missing
I put my bitch on JetSmarter, she even fly different
Thirty pair of Amiri jeans, I say my fly different
Even though I'm rich, I'm still not 'round, so all my guys trippin'
I know y'all miss me, I miss y'all too, but I'm out the Chi with it
Whoever thought the bitch we slept around was scandalous
If you gon' cheat on him, don't cheat on him with the fellas
I'm around millionaires, I'ma change, let them tell it
Everybody around me gang, we rebellious
I still got family in the hood, this shit for real
And I swear they on my mind when I'm off them pills
Only thing on they mind, go and kill
Told my granny I can't deny, gotta pay her bills
She said I'm the reason for his death, it gave me chills
I thought my life was supposed to change when I got that deal
So this is how it feel (yeah), this is how it feel
A lot of nights I be smiling, but I still be so lonely
Deedee my roadie, so I'ma know how he feel if he lose his motion
Nowadays, you ask a nigga for a favor, he gon' think you owe him
Shit built in me since 2012, you play and I'ma show 'em
They'll bust your brain, you think I'm playin', you better tuck your chain
Nowadays they goin' off the murders, they don't go off names
But let a nigga play with me, his life gon' go in flame
They say I got some kids out right now that I do not claim
I know I don't so, lil' bitch, chill, you steady chasing fame
I'm tryna figure out why you squeal and got a big name
Take my pain, my pain away, away, away, away
I still got family in the hood, this shit for real
And I swear they on my mind when I'm off them pills
Only thing on they mind, go and kill
Told my granny I can't deny, gotta pay her bills
She said I'm the reason for his death, it gave me chills
I thought my life was supposed to change when I got that deal
So this is how it feel (yeah), this is how it feel
Writer: Durk D. Banks, Kevin Andre Price
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
U Said
Take her to Calabasas, get a new crib (new crib)
Why you tell your friend about the group chat? (Group chat)
I asked you for a threesome, you don't do head (she don't do head)
You say I'm disrespectful, this what you said (this what you said)
You said (you said), you said (you said)
You say I'm disrespectful, this what you said
On a mission to f*cking two twins
But I got a problem, I don't do head
F*ck a JetBlue, I'm on a blue jet
She gon' eat me up until I go, uh, uh
Seven thousand on a furry coat, uh, uh
Feeling like I sacrificed a goat, uh
You still hit me up, I say I won't
I can tell you really wanna go
You said, you said
I done introduced you to designer pills
And you sucking dick for some designer still
And I'ma ride with you like he gon' ride with his, oh
A Boogie Mary J and I'm Lauryn Hill
Diamonds water on me, and I be snorkeling still
And I thought about you cheating on me, I don't know how to feel
I swear to God I won't know how to feel
You was f*cking with me way before I had a deal
When I had that curfew, you made sure that I was there
On probation smoking weed and popping all the pills
And she keep teasing me and shit, she know I love it, yeah
And all my jeans 2K a piece, I got a hundred pairs
And I can't make no more mistakes, I'm going hardest, yeah
Yeah, say my name, say my name, say Artist, yeah
Looking from a distance, a sexy girl
F*ck her from her back, f*ckin' up her epidural
She f*cking up my name, what I got a nicki' for?
Put some love inside my heart, be what I'm looking for, oh
Reality to my life, I gotta snap back
I knew she was a whole ho when she sent me pussy all on Snapchat, yeah, yeah
I know she in the Gucci and the Pucci, but I know she was a groupie f*ckin' Nuski
Every time you see me, all my diamonds water, water, water, water, it's a movie
Whoa, whoa, in reality I love you (whoa)
And I won't give this feeling for nothing in this world (whoa, whoa)
Whoa, whoa
I told 'em this a vibe right here
Hit the bottom of the water, water, water
Why you tell your friend about the group chat? (Group chat)
I asked you for a threesome, you don't do head (she don't do head)
You say I'm disrespectful, this what you said (this what you said)
You said (you said), you said (you said)
You say I'm disrespectful, this what you said
On a mission to f*cking two twins
But I got a problem, I don't do head
F*ck a JetBlue, I'm on a blue jet
She gon' eat me up until I go, uh, uh
Seven thousand on a furry coat, uh, uh
Feeling like I sacrificed a goat, uh
You still hit me up, I say I won't
I can tell you really wanna go
You said, you said
I done introduced you to designer pills
And you sucking dick for some designer still
And I'ma ride with you like he gon' ride with his, oh
A Boogie Mary J and I'm Lauryn Hill
Diamonds water on me, and I be snorkeling still
And I thought about you cheating on me, I don't know how to feel
I swear to God I won't know how to feel
You was f*cking with me way before I had a deal
When I had that curfew, you made sure that I was there
On probation smoking weed and popping all the pills
And she keep teasing me and shit, she know I love it, yeah
And all my jeans 2K a piece, I got a hundred pairs
And I can't make no more mistakes, I'm going hardest, yeah
Yeah, say my name, say my name, say Artist, yeah
Looking from a distance, a sexy girl
F*ck her from her back, f*ckin' up her epidural
She f*cking up my name, what I got a nicki' for?
Put some love inside my heart, be what I'm looking for, oh
Reality to my life, I gotta snap back
I knew she was a whole ho when she sent me pussy all on Snapchat, yeah, yeah
I know she in the Gucci and the Pucci, but I know she was a groupie f*ckin' Nuski
Every time you see me, all my diamonds water, water, water, water, it's a movie
Whoa, whoa, in reality I love you (whoa)
And I won't give this feeling for nothing in this world (whoa, whoa)
Whoa, whoa
I told 'em this a vibe right here
Hit the bottom of the water, water, water
Writer: Durk Banks, Jahaan Sweet, Matthew Samuels, Ryan Vojtesak, Artist Julius Dubose
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O CAPASSO, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O CAPASSO, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Prada You
(DY Krazy)
Permanent mark on my heart, girl, you careless
And when you act like you don't care, that shit be scary
And I got caught with four, five hoes, I'm so embarrassed
I put the streets before myself, it gave me leverage
No disloyal in my heart, whatever that is
Came a long way from Amiris, rockin' Ballys
I know some niggas don't take care of they kids, they don't call 'em daddy
And that's a deadbeat, got a Trackhawk with the red seats
Let's get married, need a couple M's, then I'm ready
Give you Chanel sneaks, then a Chanel bag color cherry
And I ain't nothin' like them other niggas, so don't compare me
Actuality, they treated me unfairly
You put your friends in our business
You know they dyin' for attention
'Cause ain't no point in bein' no friend
L-O-V-E, do you love me?
R-E-S-P-E-C-T, don't say f*ck me
Tryna L-I-V-E, do you trust me?
If I gave your ass my heart, girl, you lucky
And you better tell the world that you love me
That you love me, yeah
Do you love me?
Do you love me? Yeah
And I don't talk about no weak shit, I don't touch it
Tear your hole up, lay your throat back when I'm bustin'
You told your friends inside your group chat we was f*ckin'
I heard your friends say that I treat you like you nothin'
I'm a gangster, but I moan when you suckin'
When we f*ckin', I f*ck long, I'on't rush it
F*ck my past, you can't hold onto nothin'
When you mad, you say, "Gon' on and f*ck her"
I done bought you Gucci, Louis, and Prada too
I done bought you a Prada bag, said I'm proud of you
Play with my bitch and it's bada-bing, then bada-boom
I'm high as hell, I'm takin' Percocets by the moon
Get that Lambo' truck the color Nipsey Blue
And you be feelin' like the man in the empty room
I don't gotta force you for the pussy
Permanent mark on my heart, girl, you careless
And when you act like you don't care, that shit be scary
And I got caught with four, five hoes, I'm so embarrassed
I put the streets before myself, it gave me leverage
No disloyal in my heart, whatever that is
Came a long way from Amiris, rockin' Ballys
I know some niggas don't take care of they kids, they don't call 'em daddy
And that's a deadbeat, got a Trackhawk with the red seats
Let's get married, need a couple M's, then I'm ready
Give you Chanel sneaks, then a Chanel bag color cherry
And I ain't nothin' like them other niggas, so don't compare me
Actuality, they treated me unfairly
You put your friends in our business
You know they dyin' for attention
'Cause ain't no point in bein' no friend
L-O-V-E, do you love me?
R-E-S-P-E-C-T, don't say f*ck me
Tryna L-I-V-E, do you trust me?
If I gave your ass my heart, girl, you lucky
And you better tell the world that you love me
That you love me, yeah
Do you love me?
Do you love me? Yeah
And I don't talk about no weak shit, I don't touch it
Tear your hole up, lay your throat back when I'm bustin'
You told your friends inside your group chat we was f*ckin'
I heard your friends say that I treat you like you nothin'
I'm a gangster, but I moan when you suckin'
When we f*ckin', I f*ck long, I'on't rush it
F*ck my past, you can't hold onto nothin'
When you mad, you say, "Gon' on and f*ck her"
I done bought you Gucci, Louis, and Prada too
I done bought you a Prada bag, said I'm proud of you
Play with my bitch and it's bada-bing, then bada-boom
I'm high as hell, I'm takin' Percocets by the moon
Get that Lambo' truck the color Nipsey Blue
And you be feelin' like the man in the empty room
I don't gotta force you for the pussy
Writer: Durk Banks, Dwan Lecurtis Jaquan Avery
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Extravagant
Lil Durk
I heard you wanna do a freaky song with the Queen
What's good? Rrr
Bend you over, scratch your back up
Lick your chest, pull your tracks out
Lick on your neck, spit in your mouth
Thumb in your ass
Make you cum (same time, same time)
Make you cum (same time, same time)
Make you cum (same time, same time)
Make you cum (same time, same time)
Don't go out with your friends
Post me on Instagram
Tell the world that I'm your man
Tell the world that I'm your friend
Lick on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wanna suck on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wanna touch on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I wanna love on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I wanna kiss on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I wanna grab on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Spend life with you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Spend time with you
Oh, you're usually up to no good
But I get you 'cause you're so hood
When it go in, it feel so good
Oh, baby
Don't go out with your friends
Start switchin' up your plans
Don't be on Instagram
Don't disappear again
Oh, boy, you got this pussy jumpin'
Oh, damn, we really f*ckin' f*ckin', baby
Oh, baby
Keep cummin' in it 'cause I want your baby
I want you suckin' on my toes
F*ck you better than them hoes
'Cause it's tighter and it's wetter
And I suck it like a pro
Oh, bend me over, then hit it from the side
Let me ride you, then ride it from behind
I ain't sharin', bitch, 'cause it's mine
Hit the deepthroat, then the bix-nine
He killin' for this pussy, he said, "Nick's mine"
Thick and long, damn, the dick's bomb
Best I ever had, not a diss line
And the best part, kiss the whole time (kiss the whole time)
Bend you over, scratch your back up
Lick your chest, pull your tracks out
Lick on your neck, spit in your mouth
Thumb in your ass
Make you cum (same time, same time)
Make you cum (same time, same time)
Make you cum (same time, same time)
Make you cum (same time, same time)
Don't go out with your friends
Post me on Instagram
Tell the world that I'm your man
Tell the world that I'm your friend
Lick on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wanna suck on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wanna touch on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I wanna love on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I wanna kiss on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I wanna grab on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Spend life with you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Spend time with you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bend you over, touch your toes, doggystyle
This the quickest I done came, it been a while
What you scratchin' my back for, and I'm goin' faster
My phone don't matter, so don't disturb
Miss Durkio, female me
You got a man, bitch, email me
Pussy on ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wee
It smell like ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wee
It taste like ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wee
It look like ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wee
Relation goals
It's how far I came
It's how far I go
We, we, we keep going, okay, okay, okay
Keep squirtin', yeah, yeah, yeah
It's worth it, okay, okay, okay
It's working, okay, okay, okay
Oh, bend you over, scratch your back up
Lick your chest, pull your tracks out
Lick on your neck, spit in your mouth
Thumb in your ass
Make you cum (same time, same time)
Make you cum (same time, same time)
Make you cum (same time, same time)
Make you cum (same time, same time)
Don't go out with your friends
Post me on Instagram
Tell the world that I'm your man
Tell the world that I'm your friend
Lick on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wanna suck on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wanna touch on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I wanna love on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I wanna kiss on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I wanna grab on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Spend life with you (yeah, yeah, yeah) (make you cum)
Spend time with you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I heard you wanna do a freaky song with the Queen
What's good? Rrr
Bend you over, scratch your back up
Lick your chest, pull your tracks out
Lick on your neck, spit in your mouth
Thumb in your ass
Make you cum (same time, same time)
Make you cum (same time, same time)
Make you cum (same time, same time)
Make you cum (same time, same time)
Don't go out with your friends
Post me on Instagram
Tell the world that I'm your man
Tell the world that I'm your friend
Lick on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wanna suck on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wanna touch on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I wanna love on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I wanna kiss on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I wanna grab on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Spend life with you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Spend time with you
Oh, you're usually up to no good
But I get you 'cause you're so hood
When it go in, it feel so good
Oh, baby
Don't go out with your friends
Start switchin' up your plans
Don't be on Instagram
Don't disappear again
Oh, boy, you got this pussy jumpin'
Oh, damn, we really f*ckin' f*ckin', baby
Oh, baby
Keep cummin' in it 'cause I want your baby
I want you suckin' on my toes
F*ck you better than them hoes
'Cause it's tighter and it's wetter
And I suck it like a pro
Oh, bend me over, then hit it from the side
Let me ride you, then ride it from behind
I ain't sharin', bitch, 'cause it's mine
Hit the deepthroat, then the bix-nine
He killin' for this pussy, he said, "Nick's mine"
Thick and long, damn, the dick's bomb
Best I ever had, not a diss line
And the best part, kiss the whole time (kiss the whole time)
Bend you over, scratch your back up
Lick your chest, pull your tracks out
Lick on your neck, spit in your mouth
Thumb in your ass
Make you cum (same time, same time)
Make you cum (same time, same time)
Make you cum (same time, same time)
Make you cum (same time, same time)
Don't go out with your friends
Post me on Instagram
Tell the world that I'm your man
Tell the world that I'm your friend
Lick on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wanna suck on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wanna touch on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I wanna love on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I wanna kiss on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I wanna grab on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Spend life with you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Spend time with you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bend you over, touch your toes, doggystyle
This the quickest I done came, it been a while
What you scratchin' my back for, and I'm goin' faster
My phone don't matter, so don't disturb
Miss Durkio, female me
You got a man, bitch, email me
Pussy on ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wee
It smell like ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wee
It taste like ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wee
It look like ooh-wee, ooh-wee, ooh-wee
Relation goals
It's how far I came
It's how far I go
We, we, we keep going, okay, okay, okay
Keep squirtin', yeah, yeah, yeah
It's worth it, okay, okay, okay
It's working, okay, okay, okay
Oh, bend you over, scratch your back up
Lick your chest, pull your tracks out
Lick on your neck, spit in your mouth
Thumb in your ass
Make you cum (same time, same time)
Make you cum (same time, same time)
Make you cum (same time, same time)
Make you cum (same time, same time)
Don't go out with your friends
Post me on Instagram
Tell the world that I'm your man
Tell the world that I'm your friend
Lick on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wanna suck on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wanna touch on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I wanna love on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I wanna kiss on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I wanna grab on you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Spend life with you (yeah, yeah, yeah) (make you cum)
Spend time with you (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Writer: Durk D. Banks, Jose Julian Jr. De La Cruz, Onika Tanya Maraj, Widnick Prevalon
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Bora Bora
(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
All this clout shit, you chasin' that, Balenciaga, space cadet
I don't even f*ck with niggas, I'd just rather chase a check
Man, this shit so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek
I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora, cost me eighty racks
I'm the one, bitch asked me for a flight but she ain't ate it yet
I'ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back
Can't no real nigga lie on they word and try to take it back
I might mix my Percocet with red, I can't find the Act'
Off a lot of pills, kissin' bitches, ew
Designer junkie, yeah, only top Chanel
Don't get caught with the scale, bronem died in the field, uh
We had to split our meals, went half for hotels, uh
Gotta watch your mans, that's the beauty of the streets
Look at me and my bitch, that shit Beauty and the Beast
Never call my phone about the opps 'cause ain't no peace
Man this shit for real, found out my homie, he police
All this clout shit, you chasin' that, Balenciaga, space cadet
I don't even f*ck with niggas, I'd just rather chase a check
Man, this shit so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek
I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora, cost me eighty racks
I'm the one, bitch asked me for a flight but she ain't ate it yet
I'ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back
Can't no real nigga lie on they word and try to take it back
I might mix my Percocet with red, I can't find the Act'
Funeral, suit and tie, I'll shoot for the guys
Takin' shrooms on me now, car go vroom on them now
I got groupies on me now, I got Gucci on me now
I put blood in Mashallah, I got kufis with me now
Feel like I'm dyin', I'm too high, Pluto died in the Chi
Got me ridin' around, hunnid rounds on him now, uh
Hunnid rounds on him now, Pluto died in the Chi
Pluto
All this clout shit, you chasin' that, Balenciaga, space cadet
I don't even f*ck with niggas, I'd just rather chase a check
Man, this shit so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek
I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora, cost me eighty racks
I'm the one, bitch asked me for a flight but she ain't ate it yet
I'ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back
Can't no real nigga lie on they word and try to take it back
I might mix my Percocet with red, I can't find the Act'
All this clout shit, you chasin' that, Balenciaga, space cadet
I don't even f*ck with niggas, I'd just rather chase a check
Man, this shit so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek
I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora, cost me eighty racks
I'm the one, bitch asked me for a flight but she ain't ate it yet
I'ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back
Can't no real nigga lie on they word and try to take it back
I might mix my Percocet with red, I can't find the Act'
Off a lot of pills, kissin' bitches, ew
Designer junkie, yeah, only top Chanel
Don't get caught with the scale, bronem died in the field, uh
We had to split our meals, went half for hotels, uh
Gotta watch your mans, that's the beauty of the streets
Look at me and my bitch, that shit Beauty and the Beast
Never call my phone about the opps 'cause ain't no peace
Man this shit for real, found out my homie, he police
All this clout shit, you chasin' that, Balenciaga, space cadet
I don't even f*ck with niggas, I'd just rather chase a check
Man, this shit so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek
I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora, cost me eighty racks
I'm the one, bitch asked me for a flight but she ain't ate it yet
I'ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back
Can't no real nigga lie on they word and try to take it back
I might mix my Percocet with red, I can't find the Act'
Funeral, suit and tie, I'll shoot for the guys
Takin' shrooms on me now, car go vroom on them now
I got groupies on me now, I got Gucci on me now
I put blood in Mashallah, I got kufis with me now
Feel like I'm dyin', I'm too high, Pluto died in the Chi
Got me ridin' around, hunnid rounds on him now, uh
Hunnid rounds on him now, Pluto died in the Chi
Pluto
All this clout shit, you chasin' that, Balenciaga, space cadet
I don't even f*ck with niggas, I'd just rather chase a check
Man, this shit so crazy, seen my idol with a fake Patek
I just sent my bitch to Bora Bora, cost me eighty racks
I'm the one, bitch asked me for a flight but she ain't ate it yet
I'ma hit that road and try to jam until I make it back
Can't no real nigga lie on they word and try to take it back
I might mix my Percocet with red, I can't find the Act'
Writer: Darrel L. Jackson, Durk D. Banks
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Weirdo Hoes
Woo, woo, woo
(Geraldo Live on the track) yeah
I don't be slidin' through no blocks, I be slippin' by (skrrt, skrrt)
How you f*ckin' the same niggas that done killed the guys?
And you tried to suck my dick, called me a liar
I don't give your ass no cash, I just get you high
You a Thotiana, huh?
How you a Barbie doll, bitch, you ain't got a car
And you be f*ckin' for that cash, you ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it, huh?)
You ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it, huh?)
Bitch, you ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it, huh?)
You ain't got it, huh? (Bitch)
Hoe, you ain't got it, huh? (She a eater)
Broke bitch, huh (she a eater)
You ain't got it, huh? (She a eater)
You ain't got it, huh? (She a eater)
Bitch (yeah)
Bitch, you weak, your ass a L, huh? (Let's get it, yeah)
Quiet as kept, you f*ck with them real, huh? (Yeah)
I heard you f*ckin' through your Zelle, huh?
You f*ckin' on a nigga that killed my mans, huh? (Bitch)
Ayy, tell your man stay out my business, man
Put that bag on his head, I'm a businessman (damn)
When I say it, niggas hop inside that minivan (skrrt)
Ayy, kill him dead, off them Perkys sayin' anything (damn)
Think you scared
Boona out that jam, he did eight, free the rest
Nigga caught me, tried to big me down but he ain't catch
Same nigga say that he gon' kill me, now he stretched
Same nigga say he killed my homie, said I'm next
Same bitch said she sucked my dick in LAX
I told her you a Thotiana, huh?
How you a Barbie doll, bitch, you ain't got a car
And you be f*ckin' for that cash, you ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it)
You ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it)
Bitch, you ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it)
You ain't got it, huh? (Bitch)
Hoe, you ain't got it, huh? (She a eater)
Broke bitch, huh (she a eater)
You ain't got it, huh? (She a eater)
You ain't got it, huh? (She a eater)
Bitch, how you braggin' on them niggas that kill shit (you a hoe)
Why you braggin' on that nigga? He a real bitch (you know)
Bitch, you broke, hoe (let's get it)
F*ck this, man, your ass ain't shit, you broke the bro code
Dissin' on my cousins in your song, that leave you, ayy (skrrt)
Huffin', plugs be real puffin'
Foenem comin' out that cut, niggas still scuffin', ayy
These niggas still bluffin' (ayy)
Put that gun down, you ain't gon' kill nothin' (grrah)
Booster-ass bitch, you tryna steal somethin'
I got tatted off this Perk and I ain't feel nothin' (grrah)
Ayy, on that car, he can't run 'cause he ain't that far
Like that Glock 'cause it go, "Blah"
Ch-ch, blah-blah
We gon' pop up, off that dot-dot
She a thot-thot, she a thot-thot (thottie)
You a Thotiana, huh?
How you a Barbie doll, bitch, you ain't got a car
And you be f*ckin' for that cash, you ain't got it, huh?
You ain't got it, huh?
Bitch, you ain't got it, huh?
You ain't got it, huh?
Hoe, you ain't got it, huh?
Broke bitch, huh
You ain't got it, huh?
You ain't got it, huh?
Bitch, you ain't
(Geraldo Live on the track) yeah
I don't be slidin' through no blocks, I be slippin' by (skrrt, skrrt)
How you f*ckin' the same niggas that done killed the guys?
And you tried to suck my dick, called me a liar
I don't give your ass no cash, I just get you high
You a Thotiana, huh?
How you a Barbie doll, bitch, you ain't got a car
And you be f*ckin' for that cash, you ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it, huh?)
You ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it, huh?)
Bitch, you ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it, huh?)
You ain't got it, huh? (Bitch)
Hoe, you ain't got it, huh? (She a eater)
Broke bitch, huh (she a eater)
You ain't got it, huh? (She a eater)
You ain't got it, huh? (She a eater)
Bitch (yeah)
Bitch, you weak, your ass a L, huh? (Let's get it, yeah)
Quiet as kept, you f*ck with them real, huh? (Yeah)
I heard you f*ckin' through your Zelle, huh?
You f*ckin' on a nigga that killed my mans, huh? (Bitch)
Ayy, tell your man stay out my business, man
Put that bag on his head, I'm a businessman (damn)
When I say it, niggas hop inside that minivan (skrrt)
Ayy, kill him dead, off them Perkys sayin' anything (damn)
Think you scared
Boona out that jam, he did eight, free the rest
Nigga caught me, tried to big me down but he ain't catch
Same nigga say that he gon' kill me, now he stretched
Same nigga say he killed my homie, said I'm next
Same bitch said she sucked my dick in LAX
I told her you a Thotiana, huh?
How you a Barbie doll, bitch, you ain't got a car
And you be f*ckin' for that cash, you ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it)
You ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it)
Bitch, you ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it)
You ain't got it, huh? (Bitch)
Hoe, you ain't got it, huh? (She a eater)
Broke bitch, huh (she a eater)
You ain't got it, huh? (She a eater)
You ain't got it, huh? (She a eater)
Bitch, how you braggin' on them niggas that kill shit (you a hoe)
Why you braggin' on that nigga? He a real bitch (you know)
Bitch, you broke, hoe (let's get it)
F*ck this, man, your ass ain't shit, you broke the bro code
Dissin' on my cousins in your song, that leave you, ayy (skrrt)
Huffin', plugs be real puffin'
Foenem comin' out that cut, niggas still scuffin', ayy
These niggas still bluffin' (ayy)
Put that gun down, you ain't gon' kill nothin' (grrah)
Booster-ass bitch, you tryna steal somethin'
I got tatted off this Perk and I ain't feel nothin' (grrah)
Ayy, on that car, he can't run 'cause he ain't that far
Like that Glock 'cause it go, "Blah"
Ch-ch, blah-blah
We gon' pop up, off that dot-dot
She a thot-thot, she a thot-thot (thottie)
You a Thotiana, huh?
How you a Barbie doll, bitch, you ain't got a car
And you be f*ckin' for that cash, you ain't got it, huh?
You ain't got it, huh?
Bitch, you ain't got it, huh?
You ain't got it, huh?
Hoe, you ain't got it, huh?
Broke bitch, huh
You ain't got it, huh?
You ain't got it, huh?
Bitch, you ain't
Writer: Durk D. Banks, Geraldo Jose Mejia
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
TherlBread
(DJ Swift on the track)
(Mook on the beats)
(Will-a-fool)
I heard that shit that you said, it got back to me
And I'm talking to the dead, just talk back to me
I wish Pluto called my phone and he could jock with me
I wish Nuski was in the studio to rock with me
Niggas gotta run they mouth because we run the city
We put drums on them choppers, man, I love them titties
It be crazy 'cause the ones you love in competition
Just kill me, don't alley-oop me to the opposition
Just feel me, just pay attention, it ain't hard to listen
Just listen, you was my homie, why'd you keep your distance?
Prescription, I pop a Perky, now I'm reminiscing
Let's get it, we all can eat, I'm in a good position
We just politicking and we talkin' about different shit
We speakin' on, on, on thoroughbreds and real niggas
And, and, and the sacrifices they made
The, the, the Gino Colons and the Larry Hoovers, the David Barksdales
The Fidos and Big Durks and the Terry Youngs
You know, the ones that deserve to be acknowledged
And the ones that should be acknowledged for, for being thorough
I came from Kix cereal, ramen noodles, powdered Kool-Aid without the sugar
I remember taking bundles, stealing it without them lookin'
Spend the night at Coli crib just because his mama cookin'
Why you thinkin' that we pussy? Just believe it's never crooky
Next week, yeah, yeah, next week
I remember letting niggas hold shit the next week
I'm talking back then, seven deep on backseats
I remember back then, old homies tried to whack me
I know they mad they ain't stay and we got it
We rich as hell, in five stars eating salad
And I was sleeping on that floor, sharing pallettes
I got in my bag on one song, now it's a habit, yeah
Why they don't love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me?
Know what I'm sayin', this is a Love Songs for the Streets 2 vibe, know what I'm sayin'?
I'm in that mode
Know what I'm sayin', I wanna talk to the streets some more
(Mook on the beats)
(Will-a-fool)
I heard that shit that you said, it got back to me
And I'm talking to the dead, just talk back to me
I wish Pluto called my phone and he could jock with me
I wish Nuski was in the studio to rock with me
Niggas gotta run they mouth because we run the city
We put drums on them choppers, man, I love them titties
It be crazy 'cause the ones you love in competition
Just kill me, don't alley-oop me to the opposition
Just feel me, just pay attention, it ain't hard to listen
Just listen, you was my homie, why'd you keep your distance?
Prescription, I pop a Perky, now I'm reminiscing
Let's get it, we all can eat, I'm in a good position
We just politicking and we talkin' about different shit
We speakin' on, on, on thoroughbreds and real niggas
And, and, and the sacrifices they made
The, the, the Gino Colons and the Larry Hoovers, the David Barksdales
The Fidos and Big Durks and the Terry Youngs
You know, the ones that deserve to be acknowledged
And the ones that should be acknowledged for, for being thorough
I came from Kix cereal, ramen noodles, powdered Kool-Aid without the sugar
I remember taking bundles, stealing it without them lookin'
Spend the night at Coli crib just because his mama cookin'
Why you thinkin' that we pussy? Just believe it's never crooky
Next week, yeah, yeah, next week
I remember letting niggas hold shit the next week
I'm talking back then, seven deep on backseats
I remember back then, old homies tried to whack me
I know they mad they ain't stay and we got it
We rich as hell, in five stars eating salad
And I was sleeping on that floor, sharing pallettes
I got in my bag on one song, now it's a habit, yeah
Why they don't love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me?
Know what I'm sayin', this is a Love Songs for the Streets 2 vibe, know what I'm sayin'?
I'm in that mode
Know what I'm sayin', I wanna talk to the streets some more
Writer: Brayon S. Nelson, DJ Swift, Durk D. Banks, Willie Jerome Byrd
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Bougie
(Jahlil Beats) uh
When I made it rich, I went and bought a Bentley, bitch (bitch)
Walk into Saks Fifth like, "Give me that and give me this" (gimme that)
That's your Wednesday crush, you know Lil' Fish done hit that shit, uh (shit)
You ain't gotta tell me, I know niggas envious, uh (hey)
Count the cash while my lil' bitch bounce her ass (bounce that ass)
Richard Mille cost one-fifty, that's your stash (that's your stash)
Poppin' shit on Instagram, that's your past (that's your what?)
When we catch you out in traffic, just don't crash (brr, brr, brr)
I got a bag, I'm doin' the most, you niggas is lame, I am the GOAT
They want the gas, I'm givin' 'em smoke, jump off the jet, get on the boat
I'm in a yacht, I'm with a thot, she givin' me throat, aw, shit
Cut off the top, Rolls Royce drop, I get Ghost, skrt
Pull up in a, "What the f*ck was that?", Ho (that, ho)
We still throwin' supermodels off the back, bro (back, bro)
Alley-oop my bitch to Harden, I give her back, bro (back, bro)
And you better not send my bitch back with her back broke, gang (back broke)
First thing on my mind when I wake up is a check
In the trenches with my slimes, they be trippin' off the X
When I'm gone off these drugs, I don't think about my ex
And I ain't know that ho for long, she asked for Audemar Piguet
(Oh) you want some diamonds, you don't want no bag, you think you're bougie, huh?
And you don't want no Fashion Nova, you want some Gucci, huh?
And when we out, I can't be seen 'cause I don't know who you f*cked
And why she think she playin' me? This shit be groupie love
(Oh) I think I'm bougie
Mike Amiri jeans cost me two Gs
I can't take her to the crib, go get some room keys
(Oh) I think I'm bougie
Came a long way from the trenches, ridin' CTA
From the chopper to the jet, it look like GTA
And they say I won't be shit, ain't make my GPA
And I heard his ass a rat, I'm sippin' T-E-A (oh)
I thought you was my B-O-Y, but your ass D-E-A
I used to walk with a .22 inside my Kenzo
Paperwork came back too dirty, gotta keep your head low
If he too loud and he too wild, then he get paid for (oh)
I know some niggas that take your head off for that bankroll
Lawyer money up to my dogs, then this case closed
Boy, you just start sippin', we sold him Karo
I popped some X, I was geekin', I DM'd J. Lo (oh)
Jimmy Kimmel in Chicago, pull up, late shows
They put Lil' Vernie in that chair, you know he ate those
Niggas jumpin' dick to dick, man, I hate those
I remember I put a dime inside a Faygo
First thing on my mind when I wake up is a check
In the trenches with my slimes, they be trippin' off the X
When I'm gone off these drugs, I don't think about my ex
And I ain't know that ho for long, she asked for Audemar Piguet
(Oh) you want some diamonds, you don't want no bag, you think you're bougie, huh?
And you don't want no Fashion Nova, you want some Gucci, huh?
And when we out, I can't be seen 'cause I don't know who you f*cked
And why she think she playin' me? This shit be groupie love
(Oh) I think I'm bougie
Mike Amiri jeans cost me two Gs
I can't take her to the crib, go get some room keys
(Oh) I think I'm bougie
When I made it rich, I went and bought a Bentley, bitch (bitch)
Walk into Saks Fifth like, "Give me that and give me this" (gimme that)
That's your Wednesday crush, you know Lil' Fish done hit that shit, uh (shit)
You ain't gotta tell me, I know niggas envious, uh (hey)
Count the cash while my lil' bitch bounce her ass (bounce that ass)
Richard Mille cost one-fifty, that's your stash (that's your stash)
Poppin' shit on Instagram, that's your past (that's your what?)
When we catch you out in traffic, just don't crash (brr, brr, brr)
I got a bag, I'm doin' the most, you niggas is lame, I am the GOAT
They want the gas, I'm givin' 'em smoke, jump off the jet, get on the boat
I'm in a yacht, I'm with a thot, she givin' me throat, aw, shit
Cut off the top, Rolls Royce drop, I get Ghost, skrt
Pull up in a, "What the f*ck was that?", Ho (that, ho)
We still throwin' supermodels off the back, bro (back, bro)
Alley-oop my bitch to Harden, I give her back, bro (back, bro)
And you better not send my bitch back with her back broke, gang (back broke)
First thing on my mind when I wake up is a check
In the trenches with my slimes, they be trippin' off the X
When I'm gone off these drugs, I don't think about my ex
And I ain't know that ho for long, she asked for Audemar Piguet
(Oh) you want some diamonds, you don't want no bag, you think you're bougie, huh?
And you don't want no Fashion Nova, you want some Gucci, huh?
And when we out, I can't be seen 'cause I don't know who you f*cked
And why she think she playin' me? This shit be groupie love
(Oh) I think I'm bougie
Mike Amiri jeans cost me two Gs
I can't take her to the crib, go get some room keys
(Oh) I think I'm bougie
Came a long way from the trenches, ridin' CTA
From the chopper to the jet, it look like GTA
And they say I won't be shit, ain't make my GPA
And I heard his ass a rat, I'm sippin' T-E-A (oh)
I thought you was my B-O-Y, but your ass D-E-A
I used to walk with a .22 inside my Kenzo
Paperwork came back too dirty, gotta keep your head low
If he too loud and he too wild, then he get paid for (oh)
I know some niggas that take your head off for that bankroll
Lawyer money up to my dogs, then this case closed
Boy, you just start sippin', we sold him Karo
I popped some X, I was geekin', I DM'd J. Lo (oh)
Jimmy Kimmel in Chicago, pull up, late shows
They put Lil' Vernie in that chair, you know he ate those
Niggas jumpin' dick to dick, man, I hate those
I remember I put a dime inside a Faygo
First thing on my mind when I wake up is a check
In the trenches with my slimes, they be trippin' off the X
When I'm gone off these drugs, I don't think about my ex
And I ain't know that ho for long, she asked for Audemar Piguet
(Oh) you want some diamonds, you don't want no bag, you think you're bougie, huh?
And you don't want no Fashion Nova, you want some Gucci, huh?
And when we out, I can't be seen 'cause I don't know who you f*cked
And why she think she playin' me? This shit be groupie love
(Oh) I think I'm bougie
Mike Amiri jeans cost me two Gs
I can't take her to the crib, go get some room keys
(Oh) I think I'm bougie
Writer: Anthony Delvon Tucker, Durk D. Banks, Orlando Jahlil Tucker, Robert Rihmeek Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Wooh
(DY Krazy)
Yeah
Yo, turn it up some
Damn, damn, damn, damn, yeah
Why you not buying no pints no more?
Shootouts, we don't fight no more
Why you not rocking your ice no more?
I don't wear my clothes twice no more
Why you don't carry your pipe no more? (Why you don't)
She say I don't f*ck her twice no more
Why you don't f*ck up them racks no more?
Why you not copping them pounds no more? (Yeah)
I don't even think about dying no more (dying no more)
Why that chain don't shine no more? (Shine no more)
Why you don't be with the fam no more? (Fam no more)
Why you niggas don't slide no more? (Slide no more)
Me and the streets compatible
AP flooded radical (rad)
Gucci, Chanel, I buy the two (buy the two)
Don't sip green 'cause that won't do
Woo, woo, tired of you
Woo, woo, Bentley coupe (yeah)
Woo, woo, taxin' you (yeah)
Woo, woo, lie to who? (Let's get it)
Groupies, killers turned to groupies (turnt)
Robbers turned to groupies (turnt)
All this shit is goofy (goofy)
This shit like a movie (yeah)
Mikey, Ikey shoot 'em, boom (gang)
Yeah, I know niggas tooted, ooted
I don't know how you could do it, ooh (yeah)
You play with me, you disappear, poof (codeine)
These Perkies got me skinny
Every day niggas dyin' like Kenny
Self-park when I park that Bentley
Killers like Santa Claus, come through your chimney
F*ck from the back and I pull on your Remy
Yeah, kicked her out like, "Lord, forgive me" (bitch)
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo (yeah)
Woo, quarter million dollar coupe
Woo, yeah, I just lost the roof, uh (lost it, nigga)
Woo, bitch, I like my money blue (like my money blue)
Woo, ballin' like I go to Duke, uh, shoot
Bitch, I'm straight for Memphis (baow)
I keep extensions with me
These hoes, they ain't worth a penny (uh)
But we still pimpin' bitches
Cashed out, bitch, my shit ain't rented (yeah)
I'm sliding foreign tinted
With a couple killers in it (five)
We four deep, ain't too many (uh-huh)
Yeah, bitch, you know the business (what)
We on the road to riches
Yeah, bitch, you know the business (what)
We gettin' a lot of digits (racks)
Young nigga with plenty (woo)
Money and ammunition
New baguettes with no pendant (yaw)
Every chain cost a fifty (woo)
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo (yeah)
Yeah
Yo, turn it up some
Damn, damn, damn, damn, yeah
Why you not buying no pints no more?
Shootouts, we don't fight no more
Why you not rocking your ice no more?
I don't wear my clothes twice no more
Why you don't carry your pipe no more? (Why you don't)
She say I don't f*ck her twice no more
Why you don't f*ck up them racks no more?
Why you not copping them pounds no more? (Yeah)
I don't even think about dying no more (dying no more)
Why that chain don't shine no more? (Shine no more)
Why you don't be with the fam no more? (Fam no more)
Why you niggas don't slide no more? (Slide no more)
Me and the streets compatible
AP flooded radical (rad)
Gucci, Chanel, I buy the two (buy the two)
Don't sip green 'cause that won't do
Woo, woo, tired of you
Woo, woo, Bentley coupe (yeah)
Woo, woo, taxin' you (yeah)
Woo, woo, lie to who? (Let's get it)
Groupies, killers turned to groupies (turnt)
Robbers turned to groupies (turnt)
All this shit is goofy (goofy)
This shit like a movie (yeah)
Mikey, Ikey shoot 'em, boom (gang)
Yeah, I know niggas tooted, ooted
I don't know how you could do it, ooh (yeah)
You play with me, you disappear, poof (codeine)
These Perkies got me skinny
Every day niggas dyin' like Kenny
Self-park when I park that Bentley
Killers like Santa Claus, come through your chimney
F*ck from the back and I pull on your Remy
Yeah, kicked her out like, "Lord, forgive me" (bitch)
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo (yeah)
Woo, quarter million dollar coupe
Woo, yeah, I just lost the roof, uh (lost it, nigga)
Woo, bitch, I like my money blue (like my money blue)
Woo, ballin' like I go to Duke, uh, shoot
Bitch, I'm straight for Memphis (baow)
I keep extensions with me
These hoes, they ain't worth a penny (uh)
But we still pimpin' bitches
Cashed out, bitch, my shit ain't rented (yeah)
I'm sliding foreign tinted
With a couple killers in it (five)
We four deep, ain't too many (uh-huh)
Yeah, bitch, you know the business (what)
We on the road to riches
Yeah, bitch, you know the business (what)
We gettin' a lot of digits (racks)
Young nigga with plenty (woo)
Money and ammunition
New baguettes with no pendant (yaw)
Every chain cost a fifty (woo)
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo (yeah)
Writer: Durk D. Banks, Dwan Lecurtis Jaquan Avery, Markeyvius Cathey
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
David Ruffin
(Tuned up)
(Sonic)
You ever woke up out your sleep like is you gon' die in the trenches?
You ever thought it'd be your dawg when they described the witness?
I wrote a letter to authorities when they threw out the tenants
To claim that shit that bronem claim, you know that shit a privilege
For Pat I'll throw them tears, I remember the night they took him
I treat them hoes with a lil' respect 'cause that could be my sister
They had gave police them guns, when they pulled up, they booked 'em
We catch a opp, he get baptized like I was never Muslim
Like wipe your nose, I love you, bro, stop f*ckin' with Ashton Kutcher
Funeral home be extortin' me 'cause I be paying for bookings
Won't send no hunchos to the county 'cause you be paying for pussy
Could've went to college, but instead I'm in this van with hoodlums
And that shit all facts
I tried to give my dawg a pound but he want all crack
Like f*ck the feds, you threaten my kids, I'm gettin' 'em all whacked
I spent like ninety on a Cuban, that shit prong set
Most of them OG's get out the feds, they know they all rats, nigga
All these niggas tryna live my life
They don't know what I go through
They ain't gon' do what they supposed to
I had to get it out that mud 'cause we was pain and suffering
And we was stuck inside the hood, we mix our Percs with 'Tussin
I know a killer got in that jam, we call him David Ruffin
And they didn't even use his statement, so he sang for nothing
They had a bitch up on that case but she the lamest bustin'
I f*cked her but she still showed up at court, I came for nothing
I appreciate my war scars, show me I came from nothin'
My daddy got back off that L, like who get life for hustlin'?
I'm still a voice inside the trenches, don't make me say it again
DJ playin' the opps inside this club, he better not play it again
See dissin' me and go OT gon' get your hood shot
I can tell the streets what I been through just off my mugshots
And that shit all facts
I tried to give my dawg a pound but he want all crack
Like f*ck the feds, you threaten my kids, I'm gettin' 'em all whacked
I spent like ninety on a Cuban, that shit prong set
Most of them OG's get out the feds, they know they all rats, nigga
All these niggas tryna live my life
They don't know what I go through
They ain't gon' do what they supposed to
(Sonic)
You ever woke up out your sleep like is you gon' die in the trenches?
You ever thought it'd be your dawg when they described the witness?
I wrote a letter to authorities when they threw out the tenants
To claim that shit that bronem claim, you know that shit a privilege
For Pat I'll throw them tears, I remember the night they took him
I treat them hoes with a lil' respect 'cause that could be my sister
They had gave police them guns, when they pulled up, they booked 'em
We catch a opp, he get baptized like I was never Muslim
Like wipe your nose, I love you, bro, stop f*ckin' with Ashton Kutcher
Funeral home be extortin' me 'cause I be paying for bookings
Won't send no hunchos to the county 'cause you be paying for pussy
Could've went to college, but instead I'm in this van with hoodlums
And that shit all facts
I tried to give my dawg a pound but he want all crack
Like f*ck the feds, you threaten my kids, I'm gettin' 'em all whacked
I spent like ninety on a Cuban, that shit prong set
Most of them OG's get out the feds, they know they all rats, nigga
All these niggas tryna live my life
They don't know what I go through
They ain't gon' do what they supposed to
I had to get it out that mud 'cause we was pain and suffering
And we was stuck inside the hood, we mix our Percs with 'Tussin
I know a killer got in that jam, we call him David Ruffin
And they didn't even use his statement, so he sang for nothing
They had a bitch up on that case but she the lamest bustin'
I f*cked her but she still showed up at court, I came for nothing
I appreciate my war scars, show me I came from nothin'
My daddy got back off that L, like who get life for hustlin'?
I'm still a voice inside the trenches, don't make me say it again
DJ playin' the opps inside this club, he better not play it again
See dissin' me and go OT gon' get your hood shot
I can tell the streets what I been through just off my mugshots
And that shit all facts
I tried to give my dawg a pound but he want all crack
Like f*ck the feds, you threaten my kids, I'm gettin' 'em all whacked
I spent like ninety on a Cuban, that shit prong set
Most of them OG's get out the feds, they know they all rats, nigga
All these niggas tryna live my life
They don't know what I go through
They ain't gon' do what they supposed to
Writer: Durk D. Banks, Einer Banks, Eric Anthony Sandoval
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Love Songs 4 the Streets
(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
(Yeah)
I make love songs for the streets
Love songs for these bitches (love songs for these bitches)
Also love songs for my day ones
Make love songs for the trenches (love songs for the trenches)
Even the ones who doubted me
The ones say I'm actin' different (ones say I'm actin' different)
Ones in and out my life who never came back
They still missin', yeah (yeah)
Been down this road, I'm chasing a bag
Ain't talk to God in a minute (down this road, down this road) (yeah)
Ain't talk to my youngest son in months
I asked him, "Please forgive me" (been down this road, down this road) (yeah)
I'm in the studio with killers
Told me get out my feelings (down this road, down this road) (yeah)
I be tryin', but I can't, yeah (I can't, yeah)
See, he gang, you ain't, tryna pop my pain away
Wash that bloodstain away, long way from Section 8
I can't trust my day one homie, I can't trust him, no
It's so crazy, I seened him snake me, but I brushed it off
I'ma go so deep, I want my lyrics in your soul
If we got a problem, I ain't gon' show it in front of no hoes
Big bro got the streets on lock for real, he getting old
You say you fixed your statements, but at the end, you still told
Bitch, you know I'm smart as shit, tryna break my heart and shit
She think she gon' get me back, f*ckin' on these artists
Book and Von, you gotta f*ck 'em too just 'cause they a part of this
You started this, them niggas started this (yeah)
I make love songs for the streets
Love songs for these bitches (love songs for these bitches)
Also love songs for my day ones
Make love songs for the trenches (love songs for the trenches)
Even the ones who doubted me
The ones say I'm actin' different (ones say I'm actin' different)
Ones in and out my life who never came back
They still missin', yeah (yeah)
Been down this road, I'm chasing a bag
Ain't talk to God in a minute (down this road, down this road) (yeah)
Ain't talk to my youngest son in months
I asked him, "Please forgive me" (been down this road, down this road) (yeah)
I'm in the studio with killers
Told me get out my feelings (down this road, down this road) (yeah)
I be tryin', but I can't, yeah (I can't, yeah)
I knew this shit wasn't right
Appeals gon' take time
In the field, ain't no cryin'
Taking pills to keep from cryin'
J Money not here to give me advice
I seen the hurt in his eye
Heard the pain in his voice, yeah (voice, yeah)
When I wanna hear your voice, I call your voicemail
I put Chicago on my shoulders, my shit sore still
I hate the way that court smell
I know some niggas who ain't told and they won't still (yeah)
I make love songs for the streets
Love songs for these bitches (love songs for these bitches)
Also love songs for my day ones
Make love songs for the trenches (love songs for the trenches)
Even the ones who doubted me
The ones say I'm actin' different (ones say I'm actin' different)
Ones in and out my life who never came back
They still missin', yeah (yeah)
Been down this road, I'm chasing a bag
Ain't talk to God in a minute (down this road, down this road) (yeah)
Ain't talk to my youngest son in months
I asked him, "Please forgive me" (been down this road, down this road) (yeah)
I'm in the studio with killers
Told me get out my feelings (down this road, down this road) (yeah)
I be tryin', but I can't, yeah (I can't, yeah)
(Yeah)
I make love songs for the streets
Love songs for these bitches (love songs for these bitches)
Also love songs for my day ones
Make love songs for the trenches (love songs for the trenches)
Even the ones who doubted me
The ones say I'm actin' different (ones say I'm actin' different)
Ones in and out my life who never came back
They still missin', yeah (yeah)
Been down this road, I'm chasing a bag
Ain't talk to God in a minute (down this road, down this road) (yeah)
Ain't talk to my youngest son in months
I asked him, "Please forgive me" (been down this road, down this road) (yeah)
I'm in the studio with killers
Told me get out my feelings (down this road, down this road) (yeah)
I be tryin', but I can't, yeah (I can't, yeah)
See, he gang, you ain't, tryna pop my pain away
Wash that bloodstain away, long way from Section 8
I can't trust my day one homie, I can't trust him, no
It's so crazy, I seened him snake me, but I brushed it off
I'ma go so deep, I want my lyrics in your soul
If we got a problem, I ain't gon' show it in front of no hoes
Big bro got the streets on lock for real, he getting old
You say you fixed your statements, but at the end, you still told
Bitch, you know I'm smart as shit, tryna break my heart and shit
She think she gon' get me back, f*ckin' on these artists
Book and Von, you gotta f*ck 'em too just 'cause they a part of this
You started this, them niggas started this (yeah)
I make love songs for the streets
Love songs for these bitches (love songs for these bitches)
Also love songs for my day ones
Make love songs for the trenches (love songs for the trenches)
Even the ones who doubted me
The ones say I'm actin' different (ones say I'm actin' different)
Ones in and out my life who never came back
They still missin', yeah (yeah)
Been down this road, I'm chasing a bag
Ain't talk to God in a minute (down this road, down this road) (yeah)
Ain't talk to my youngest son in months
I asked him, "Please forgive me" (been down this road, down this road) (yeah)
I'm in the studio with killers
Told me get out my feelings (down this road, down this road) (yeah)
I be tryin', but I can't, yeah (I can't, yeah)
I knew this shit wasn't right
Appeals gon' take time
In the field, ain't no cryin'
Taking pills to keep from cryin'
J Money not here to give me advice
I seen the hurt in his eye
Heard the pain in his voice, yeah (voice, yeah)
When I wanna hear your voice, I call your voicemail
I put Chicago on my shoulders, my shit sore still
I hate the way that court smell
I know some niggas who ain't told and they won't still (yeah)
I make love songs for the streets
Love songs for these bitches (love songs for these bitches)
Also love songs for my day ones
Make love songs for the trenches (love songs for the trenches)
Even the ones who doubted me
The ones say I'm actin' different (ones say I'm actin' different)
Ones in and out my life who never came back
They still missin', yeah (yeah)
Been down this road, I'm chasing a bag
Ain't talk to God in a minute (down this road, down this road) (yeah)
Ain't talk to my youngest son in months
I asked him, "Please forgive me" (been down this road, down this road) (yeah)
I'm in the studio with killers
Told me get out my feelings (down this road, down this road) (yeah)
I be tryin', but I can't, yeah (I can't, yeah)
Writer: Darrel L. Jackson, Durk D. Banks
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Love Songs 4 the Streets 2 is the fourth studio album by American rapper Lil Durk. It was released on August 2, 2019, by Only the Family, Alamo Records and Interscope Records. It serves as a sequel to his commercial mixtape, Love Songs for the Streets (2017).
The album features guest appearances from King Von, 21 Savage, A Boogie wit da Hoodie, Nicki Minaj, Meek Mill, and Key Glock. It peaked at number four on the Billboard 200 in the United States.
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Lil DurkThe album features guest appearances from King Von, 21 Savage, A Boogie wit da Hoodie, Nicki Minaj, Meek Mill, and Key Glock. It peaked at number four on the Billboard 200 in the United States.
Producer(s): Chopsquad DJ, DY, Big A, Bobby Raps, Boi-1da, Bum, Charlie Handsome, Einer Bankz, Geraldo Liive, Go Grizzly, Hood Famous, Jahaan Sweet, Jahlil Beats, Julian Cruz, KidWond3r, SKUFL, Skylronthebeat, Sonic, The Beat Bully, TurnMeUpJosh, Will A Fool, Zar
Released: August 2nd, 2019
Year: 2019