Lil Durk – Extravagant Lyrics

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[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Lil Durk
I heard you wanted to do a freaky song with the Queen
What’s good? Rrr

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
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, make you cum
Make you cum, make you cum
Don’t go out with your friends
Post me on Instagram
Tell the rider I’m your man, tell the rider 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 wit’ you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Spend time wit’ you

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Ohh, you’re usually up to no good
I hit you because you’re so hood
When you go in, it feels 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 fuckin’ fuckin’ baby
Oh, baby, keep cummin’ in it ’cause I want your baby
I want you suckin’ on my toes
Fuck you better than them hoes
‘Cause it’s tighter and it’s wetter and I suck it like a pro
Oh, bend it 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 six-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)

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
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, make you cum
Make you cum, make you cum
Don’t go out with your friends
Post me on Instagram
Tell the rider I’m your man, tell the rider 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 wit’ you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Spend time wit’ you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Bend you over and touch your toes, doggystyle
This the quickest time I came, it’s been a while
Would you scratch my back for it and I’m goin’ faster
My phone don’t matter, so don’t disturb
[?], female me
You got a man, bitch, email me
Pussy on (Real, real, real)
It smell like (Real, real, real)
It taste like (Real, real, real)
It look like (Real, real, real)
Relation goes
It’s how far I came
It’s how far I go
We, we, we keep going (Okay, okay, okay)
Keep screaming (Okay, okay, okay)
It’s [?] (Okay, okay, okay)
It’s working (Okay, okay, okay)

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
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, make you cum
Make you cum, make you cum
Don’t go out with your friends
Post me on Instagram
Tell the rider I’m your man, tell the rider 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 wit’ you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Spend time wit’ you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Lil Durk – Chiraqimony Lyrics

[Intro]
You know what I’m saying, um
The album done
Love Songs for the Streets 2

[Verse]
I got niggas who locked up who niggas lied on
These niggas shootin’ at these kids, they shootin’ in blindfolds
I got blood in my eyes, it ain’t mine, oh
And I got niggas in the trenches who I’d die for
They got a murder that’s unsolved, it got my mind gone
And foenem still’d be right here if he ain’t take his mask off
Couldn’t even think, his murders still unsolved, oh
They said I still can’t do no shows in Chicago
That’s why I’ma charge a hundred fifty for a concert
When I’m done with that gun, clean your palms, oh
I’d rather do 100 years than see my mom hurt
Before you say I left you hangin’, get a bond, oh
I tell ’em, Nine coming home, they say I’m lying, oh
I wonder what was in his mind in that Tahoe
Off this ecstasy, I cannot sleep-ay-ay-ay
Wash this gun powder off with some bleach-ay-ay-ay
I’m Lil Durk and I be representing the trenches
Steady ready running from the Jakes, we hoppin’ fences
I regret I caught that case, I had a witness
And when I’m talking to the streets I bet they listen
When I was down bad on my dick, they ain’t pay attention
Man, I fell down to my knees when the law came
And I can’t go like Mitch in the hallway
I’d rather go out just like Rico, snake ’em all, ay

[Outro]
Oh, oh-oh, ooh
I put this pain in this shit, that’s why I got the streets
They gotta come see me for that pain shit, bro
Oh, oh, ooh, woah, oh, oh

Lil Durk – 100 Grand Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Durk]
In this motherfucker smellin’ like a hundred racks
Smellin’ good with this Bond No. 9 (Hitmaka)
Hundred racks, hundred racks, hundred racks, oh my God
Mari beats, turn me up, up

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign & Lil Durk]
It’s all these diamonds on her ’cause she mine (She mine)
Yeah I do this shit for fun (For fun)
Champagne showers ’til she cum (‘Til she cum)
I just popped a perc for everyone (Everyone)
Wraith, watch, PCA drop (Turn up)
Time machine the road, suicide the top (Top)
Down town parking lot, penthouse shot (Turn up)
You just wifed a thot, she up but she not (Yeah yeah)

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Lil Durk]
I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (On my jewelry)
I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (On my jewelry)
You say, you say that’s your mans, are you sure-y? (Are you sure-y?)
He done told on the whole squad, no sorry (Turn up, come on)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
I just blew a big bag today on my diamonds (Turn up, come on)
Everything too real, be honest
Uh, uh, we be pushing the Porsche in the trenches (Skrrt)
Came a long way hopping fences
Cash, credit, shawty fix her titties
But these niggas don’t get it, ooh
I just bet 100K on Floyd, oh (Cash)
I ain’t going if I ain’t on that floor, oh
100K bust out the plastic (Turn up)
100K flood out the Patek
West coast we hot in (JoJo)
Fuck around, hide in the attic (Go, go)
Uh uh, tell that DJ play this shit right back, uh-huh (Turn up)
Young fly nigga, pick up where he slack (Where he slack, ayy)
Too hot up in this club, get off my back (Get off my back, ayy)
Don’t wanna hit your cup if it’s not Act, Act

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (jewelry)
I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (jewelry)
You say, you say that’s your mans, are you sure-y? (sure-y)
He done told on the whole squad, no sorry

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Yeah, look at my wrist, that’s a Patek, yeah
Look at my neck, that’s another Patek, yeah
Givenchy sweats with a Moncler vest, yeah
Fuck my ex, fuck all my exes, yeah
She cut me off, so I fuck her best friend, yeah
She hit me up and I seen a message, yeah
Smith & Wesson, fuck a Tekken, yeah
Hit his head then that’s a dead man, yeah
Hit his head now he a dead man, ooh
Hit his head now learn a lesson, ooh
I’m so blessed now, I’m a blessing, ooh
You a dub now, I’m finessing you

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (jewelry)
I just spent a hundred grand on my jewelry (jewelry)
You say, you say that’s your mans, are you sure-y? (sure-y)
He done told on the whole squad, no sorry

[Outro: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s all these diamonds on her ’cause she mine (Wow)
Yeah I do this shit for fun (Fun)
Champagne showers ’til she cum (‘Til she cum)
I just popped a perc for everyone (Everyone)

Tee Grizzley – Bloodas 2 Interlude (feat. Lil Durk) lyrics

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
I’m just curious
Niggas can’t be serious
Woke up like what year is it?
Niggas on their period
My change done gave me somethin’
It ain’t no curing in it
I seen Durk, I heard up close, bitch ain’t no fear in it

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
My name superior
Wanna be trapping and throwing a couple hundreds just so you can deliver it
You said if he robbed you that you was gon’ kill him you, I seen him today, I’m just curious
I told her don’t put me on child support, I’ma give her extra but she wasn’t hearing it
I take you around the killer, the robbers, the shooters just for the experience

[Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]
Don’t try to dodge you, make up yo bed you lay in it
Niggas ain’t hearing it
I get yo bitch in the Bentley she gon’ see some shit she never experienced
I am a Captain, I get you Crunched and put in box, no cereal
This automatic hit that whip, nothing gon’ help niggas short of a miracle

[Verse 4: Lil Durk]
Tryna to make a million off a Bloodas tour but his P.O. not clearing him
Tryna make a M on M but he couldn’t do it and that shit was killing him
And I grew up in the ghettos, I ain’t never hung around gentlemen
Bought the drugs, take the drugs, niggas in the hood ain’t really tryna get it
You would be surprised, what your brothers do (uh)
Don’t be surprised for this Bloodas 2 (uh)
Couldn’t feel my face when I popped that ecstasy
Couldn’t feel my face off percs, I just took 3

[Verse 5: Tee Grizzley & Lil Durk & Both]
And my lil’ bro could’ve died next to me (aye)
But I shot first get him a stretcher please (aye)
Them chopsticks got his body ten degrees (aye)
Someone should’ve told him we part Japanese (aye)
Bro by the mill, he tryna catch the weed (aye)
This bitch tryna get me to invest in weave (aye)
I told her yes just to finesse that freak (aye)
After I fuck I’m playing hide and go seek

[Verse 6: Lil Durk]
I done been through so much shit in my life, I be asking when the pain stop
Used to ride to school, mongoose, now in a Range drop (skrt skrt)
Is you is who you say you is?
You can’t be who you is, you play with Grizz

[Verse 7: Tee Grizzley]
You play with Durkio, you pick out your box
I’m good on my block, good on O-Block
They in they feelings cause I smoke on opps (aye)
I hope they know 100 shots gon’ stop (aye)
I just been tryna save it
They keep on making it hard
They keep on making us jewelry
They keep on making these cars
That pump hit him, it’s gon’ lift him up and that nigga gon make it to mars
On track to confirm
That shipment should make it tomorrow

[Verse 8: Lil Durk]
50 to 100 stacks on yo head
I bet you won’t make it tomorrow
Let me know your crib all night, no sleep, they drinking starbucks
I’m talking boss life
You say my name one time, I’ma tell ’em I fucked your boss wife
I nut on her teeth, she wipe her face, I wore my Off-White
I forgave you but that love made me
I popped some ecstasy that Thug gave me
Shout-out that new [?] pack, my brothers made it
Don’t play with them boys cause they over crazy

Kilo – Doughboy feat. Lil Durk lyrics

Lyrics Doughboy – Kilo

40 on my neck, now I’m the hood hero
We shooting bricks like we shooting a free throw
Everything my way I swear I feel like Lito
Carter in this b*tch, now I feel like Nino.(kilo)

All I ever wanted was a kilo. (x4)

King up in this b*tch, I’m the hood hero
Got a couple thousand, we came up from zero
He front me what I’m buying so shout out to migo
He load up the plane and come in from Toledo
Rubber band that money I’m in love with C-notes
Them b*tches flock our section everywhere that we go
Cuz we popping yeah, young thousandaires
And all I wanted was a kilo versuri-lyrics.info
Drugs had mama gone, she was never there
That gave me free time to get my clientele
We eyeball that work, no we don’t need a scale
Unless it’s the one they use to weigh them whales.

40 on my neck, now I’m the hood hero
We shooting bricks like we shooting a free throw
Everything my way I swear I feel like Lito
Carter in this b*tch, now I feel like Nino.

All I ever wanted was a kilo. (x4)

Bricks and birds
Catch a opp, he switch his words
50 on me, boy don’t run
Shots go off, he send that word
On that corner, me and Berg
We did dirt all on that curb
Man this b*tch get on my nerves
Sit back b*tch and pop a perc
Kilos from Pedro, I’m like Debo with kilos
Stash spot for the drugs, LA trip, meet the migo
I’ma boul like Beanie, but in the streets I’m like Sigel
Rondo coming home the judge want him to do 5 plus 0
We got 4-5 bodies, for the opps killing Chino
Selling dope, El Chapo locked up so we selling soap
Free my killas, them my killas
All my niggas they some goons
Only niggas in the field, only niggas that ain’t told.

40 on my neck, now I’m the hood hero
We shooting bricks like we shooting a free throw
Everything my way I swear I feel like Lito
Carter in this b*tch, now I feel like Nino.

All I ever wanted was a kilooo. (x4)
Doughboy lyrics
Video Doughboy

Ralo – Chiraqistan (feat. Lil Durk)

[Intro: Lil Durk & Ralo]
Let’s get it pussy
Yeah
Dope
OTF
You know how we rockin’ nigga, only the Famgoon shit
Only the Famgoon nigga
Haha
Hey Durk
Turn up

[Verse 1: Ralo]
OG, I’m with OTF and you know we verse anybody
Durk told me that they forgot, he think they forgot about it
Hop out we reminding niggas, who the fuck behind these niggas?
Fuck whoever signed these niggas, we shoot whoever ridin’ with ‘em

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
I’m hanging with the robbers and the scammers
I’ma put a pint inside a Fanta
Only the Famgoon, fuck these rappers
Big dinosaur four-five like a raptor
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ralo told a nigga slide to Pakistan
Got my niggas with me so you know we packed the van
Blood in my eyes like I’m Fifty man
Started with a million, that’s how I’ma end

[Verse 3: Ralo]
Started with a million we end with a billion
Everything changed when we came in the building
Having this paper, one hell of a feeling
Fuck with Lil Durk and my niggas start killing
Just left out the back and we flew to Chiraq
I promised Lil Durk we wouldn’t ever look back
And we get them racks and we split it up
Won’t none of these niggas be big as us
You keep it loyal, I do the same
Tell on my team when I lose a game
He was talkin’ ‘til that Uzi came
Run your mouth, we start shootin’ things
We ain’t never lettin’ shit slide
We ain’t never gon’ switch sides
I get money, I don’t get tired
Go get your own and stop dick ridin’

[Verse 4: Lil Durk]
First ran a band off street money
Had to trap up on that three some’
Lean, percocets, xanny (drugs)
Yeah I just had a threesome
I can’t wait ‘til they make the fifty shot for the four-five Glock
Got out early for my case, you been fighting years, you a cop
Real name Durk, you can call me Mustafa (Abdul Malik)
I don’t know no niggas, I don’t know who shot ya
Run up on his ass like, I got ya
Real street niggas don’t go off gossip

[Verse 5: Ralo]
We don’t go off gossip nigga
Talkin’ shit and we gon’ pop a nigga
I walk in the club with a lot of niggas
That’s how you know it’s a lot of pistols
We never playin’ no peekaboo
We never lyin’ on interviews
You know that you was a bitch in school
I was that nigga that pick on you
I’m the nigga that’ll take your lunch
We gon’ take his shit for say what you want
You know that I was the bully
Ain’t nobody stood up to me
Ain’t no nigga said shit to me
You can ask the nigga next to me
They don’t never send threats of me
They don’t want a nigga neck tooken

[Verse 6: Lil Durk]
Alexander Wang belt, hot boy like Wayne ‘nem
I might OD off the painkillers
In the trenches with the same niggas
I be turn up with the fashion shit
Mouth shut so don’t ask me shit
MAC with the cooler attached to it
You know I ain’t with that lackin’ shit
In my circle ain’t no lames
Cartiers with the gold frames
Three-nine like a soul train
Got a soul plane like Snoop in it
Dummy bags with the woop in it
Crib big, put a hoop in it
Garage big, put the coupe in it
Off the jigga, got the moon whippin’

[Verse 7: Ralo]
We do not rent out apartments
We go and buy up the complex
She better not get in this Corvette
We gonna have us some car sex
We walk in the club and we flood it out
I bought the Rollie and flood it out
Baby mama used to cut me out
Now we ain’t got nothin’ to worry ‘bout
We ain’t worried ‘bout another nigga
You see he got all his brothers with him
That’s why the streets really love a nigga
‘Cause we ain’t none’ like these other niggas
We don’t fuck with the other side
They gon’ make us bring them colors out
Any nigga standing by your side
It gon’ be a double homicide
It’s Durk and Ralo, man we living good
You know we turn up in any hood
We the only rappers in the hood
Ain’t did it yet, but we finna do it
Watch what we do to these niggas
We ain’t that cool with these niggas
We do not move with these niggas
We do not fool with these niggas

[Outro: Ralo]
That shit there crazy Durk
That motherfucker go crazy
That the outro, we out
Famgoon! OTF
Ralo LaFlare

Lil Durk – Internet (feat. Young Thug)

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Pussy boy, you ain’t been a threat
Talkin’ trash, boy you been doin’ that
Yo’ baby momma, boy we’ve been in that
You ain’t even bought a Bentley yet
Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat
Street niggas gettin’ rap checks
Ask ’em ’bout that boy I’m ’bout that
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
You a killa with a gun emoji
And yo’ baby daddy been a goofy
They bossin’ over Cali, eatin’ sushi
Brown Yeezys on me, color dookie
Took a (?), wanna hang me
In the trenches where I’m famous
Bank broke, that’s the same shit
Switch-a-roo that’s the same shit
Snap me threads like I’m worried ’bout ’em
Fineese his ass, got the syrup out ’em
20k for a 16
He ain’t never got a verse out ’em
The other side we ain’t worried ’bout ’em
Tell them bitches we don’t care about ’em
Hit the bank get some bills out it
Hit the hood with Benz Matic
She wanna suck me ’til my kids fall
Cut her off like a jigsaw
Suck me up, face eggnog
‘Lil Durk but I’m a big dawg
Twitter niggas wanna kill me
Instagram wanna kill me
Snapchat wanna kill me
Periscope wanna kill me (Gang!)

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Pussy boy, you ain’t been a threat
Talkin’ trash, boy you been doin’ that
Yo’ baby momma, boy we’ve been in that
You ain’t even bought a Bentley yet
Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat
Street niggas gettin’ rap checks
Ask ’em ’bout that boy I’m ’bout that
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet

[Verse 2: Young Thug & Lil Durk]
I’m drinkin’ Act, not no Similac
Used to be broke, you remember that
My diamonds cold like December back
In the back of the hoe like a centerback
Why would you run with the purple bag?
Man I was just riding with that loud pack
I got four hoes, I’m that type of man
Man I gotta take me a (?)
You got a fat ass, she gon’ shake it
I don’t want no fat on yo’ waist, yeah
You talkin’ that shit on the ‘Gram
It’s never same thing that it’s tagged me in yeah
You on Snapchat goin’ crazy
I fuck around goin’ in brazy
Ain’t nobody seein’ yo’ Facebook
That shit movin’ slow as the Matrix
Fuck around and take her to the basement
Fuck around and blast on yo’ face, yeah
Fuck around and clear this place, yeah
Fuck around and buy my spaceship
I’m chargin’ 100 bands a date
You can invade my space, yeah
Tough talkin’ we ain’t in to that
(Pussy boy you ain’t been a threat)

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Talkin’ trash, boy you been doin’ that
Yo’ baby momma, boy we’ve been in that
You ain’t even bought a Bentley yet
Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat
Street niggas gettin’ rap checks
Ask ’em ’bout that boy I’m ’bout that
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet
You just do it for the internet

Lil Bibby – You Ain’t Gang (Remix) (feat. Lil Durk, Dej Loaf & Kevin Gates)

[Intro: Lil Bibby]
Hey
Why they hatin’ on a youngin’?
Said why they hatin’ on a youngin’?

[Hook: Lil Bibby]
Nigga you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang
You can’t hang, nigga you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang
Nigga you can’t hang, you can’t hang, hang
You can’t, you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang

[Verse 1: Lil Bibby]
Bitch I’m an OG, but I’m quick to pull it like a youngin’
In my pockets, all hundreds, run up on me, bitch I’m drummin’
I was thuggin’ on the corner with my niggas, came from nothin’
Fuck these bitches, I don’t trust ’em, I’m a dog, fuck her cousin
They like, "Goddamn Bibby why you still on that block shit?"
Get you shot quick ’round them niggas I don’t rock with
I seen niggas turned Christian when they feel that hot shit
Thought you was a savage, now you on that Lord watch shit
Give a fuck if you box well, I got hot shells
Drop Ls, pull up back to back and give your block hell
Pistol whip your kids, I’m a demon, I’ma rot in Hell
Do the time, I will not tell like I’m Vondell

[Hook: Lil Bibby]
Nigga you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang
You can’t hang, nigga you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang
Nigga you can’t hang, you can’t hang, hang
You can’t, you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Why you floss, pussy you ain’t squad, pussy you ain’t hard
Catch a charge bitch I’m like a God, Vernie pulled his car
Crackin’ calls, boy I’d get you robbed, 100 thousand law
Think I’m smart get that baby lost, like my lean dart
ATL, pull up we in dark heard you was a cop, you a opp
Flexin’ boy don’t start dracos in the car
Me I’m Durk, city hate me worst think they hate me first, it’s a curse
Now it’s me and DeJ, 40 in the purse pussy try us
Yo’ IG a liar got the streets on light
2 times, say it 2 times bitch I am a fire
Plain Jane, fuckin’ with the town call ’em Mary Jane
Street nigga yeah we gang gang let the chain hang (Gang!)

[Hook: Lil Bibby]
Nigga you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang
You can’t hang, nigga you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang
Nigga you can’t hang, you can’t hang, hang
You can’t, you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang

[Verse 3: DeJ Loaf]
Who’s cuz came with ’em?
Who’s blood came with ’em?
See them niggas right there, them thugs right there
Go ‘head I’d dare ya
All that talkin’ don’t scare me
We ain’t ask you no questions
We don’t need no answers
Them niggas hoes for real
I’m gettin’ dope for real
Bitch think she bad
This boss for real
We know you talk for real can’t hang with me and my double rings
What they gon’ with us
Niggas ain’t foolin’ us
Choppa with the clip tell me who to bust
Close the door, pull up and ring the doorbell
It’s a full mink, not a Montclair
You a fuckin’ worm and I’m a boss player

[Hook: Lil Bibby]
Nigga you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang
You can’t hang, nigga you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang
Nigga you can’t hang, you can’t hang, hang
You can’t, you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang

[Verse 4: Kevin Gates]
We don’t run, I’m in charge
Cooked this sauce, sellin’ hard
Went to jail I got off
You was scared to walk the yard
On a big stand on all tens
Caught me drinkin’ (?)
Iron power push a lot of weight
Naw hah you had thought
Breakin’ down a whole thang ain’t got to stretch it any questions
Ball faze bought for all the Js and I’m ’bout to bless ’em
Female entertainers wanna fuck with gangsta, you ain’t special
No karate thord kick spent the TEC with the suppressor
Breadwinner Mafia stiffin’ up all Benz
Slide polo road swag I’m makin’ bags with a business
Action passing extension and they actin’ as a convinct
John Gotti body go in body bag he can zip
Tellscope go on top of the rifle they think I’m triflin’
Put ballfield cleats go to lockin’ in like arthritis
Pussy shit uninvited how wrong for no invitements
(?) twistin’ (?) on landlords
60 racks slipped, bullshit in the backyard

[Hook: Lil Bibby]
Nigga you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang
You can’t hang, nigga you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang
Nigga you can’t hang, you can’t hang, hang
You can’t, you can’t hang, you ain’t gang, gang

[Outro: Lil Bibby]
You can’t hang, nigga, nigga, you ain’t gang
You can’t hang, hang
You already know, man
Boss gang shit
Gang

Lil Durk feat. YFN Trae Pound, Hypno Carlito, Johnny Cinco & YFN Lucci – Lyrics

(Intro – Lil Durk)
You gotta watch out
You gotta watch out

(Chorus – Lil Durk & YFN Lucci)
Ay, trapping off tours
Now I get 20 for a course
This lean and this perc got me hoarse
Remember them nights I was poor
Remember them nights on the floor
Police was kicking in doors
I might OD off of a 4
Yeah yeah yeah
You gotta watch out
From these ni**as hey hey
You gotta watch out
From these police and these trifling ass bitches
You gotta watch out
From them broads and them ni**as who be snitching yeah
You gotta watch out
Yeah yeah yeah uh

(Verse 1 – Johnny Cinco)
You better watch out
I just bought a new…so watch it
Go ahead and watch it, I’mma pop it
I’m in that new thing, coulda went about private
This is binoculars, we gotta
I got my doors up, I walked down and poured up
I’m shooting with the gang….with the fame, I’m a lil solider
I used to ride on the bus now I got chauffeurs
Now I got chauffeurs, pop out the poster
I used to trap with my daddy, used to get racks with my daddy
We went to Raq for away, all day
We got that pack riding 99
A pair of good you can count on em, at the door

(Chorus – Lil Durk & YFN Lucci)
Ay, trapping off tours
Now I get 20 for a course
This lean and this perc got me hoarse
Remember them nights I was poor
Remember them nights on the floor
Police was kicking in doors
I might OD off of a 4
Yeah yeah yeah
You gotta watch out
From these ni**as hey hey
You gotta watch out
From these police and these trifling ass bi**hes
You gotta watch out
From them broads and them ni**as who be snitching yeah
You gotta watch out
Yeah yeah yeah uh

(Verse 2 – Hypno Carlito)
They be watching
All these diamonds got me frosty I be whipping like a holly
Bi**h I’m sorry but I can’t go after nobody
In that Rari got a barbie give me sloppy til she grinding
I’m just watching while she top me
Ni**as hating let em hate
OTF everyway, we do this on a day to day
They got you hoes like a layaway
Michael Jordan with the double fadaway
Fly ni**a, rich ni**a, I made the ways
Still catch a body if a ni**a play
Ain’t contemplating since Soldier died ain’t been the same
Get more bread, more cocaine, help that ni**a with no name
I was that ni**a with no fame
Carlito baby ain’t s**t changed
I be getting money like 10 ways
All different hustles ni**a get paid
Ni**a yeah yeah yeah

(Chorus – Lil Durk & YFN Lucci)
Ay, trapping off tours
Now I get 20 for a course
This lean and this perc got me hoarse
Remember them nights I was poor
Remember them nights on the floor
Police was kicking in doors
I might OD off of a 4
Yeah yeah yeah
You gotta watch out
From these ni**as hey hey
You gotta watch out
From these police and these trifling ass bi**hes
You gotta watch out
From them broads and them ni**as who be snitching yeah
You gotta watch out
Yeah yeah yeah uh

(Verse 3 – YRN Trae)
Playing with the gang, we bring them pipes out
Yeah, tryna ride the wave you gong get wiped out
Yeah that s**t that you running it’s on me right now
You know you might just catch a clip for acting
And you know we play with pistols, we don’t fight fair
Huh call me ghetto man I’m asleep like it’s a nightmare
Clair is what I might wear
Got a ni**a car in my right ear
Now I jumped off the porshe
7.6 who can take down the horse
Yeah plug in Miami, get them bricks off the port
And I might just count a 100 thousand when I’m bored
I’m a boss they know it huh they know it

(Chorus – Lil Durk & YFN Lucci)
Ay, trapping off tours
Now I get 20 for a course
This lean and this perc got me hoarse
Remember them nights I was poor
Remember them nights on the floor
Police was kicking in doors
I might OD off of a 4
Yeah yeah yeah
You gotta watch out
From these ni**as hey hey
You gotta watch out
From these police and these trifling ass bitches
You gotta watch out
From them frauds and them ni**as who be snitching yeah
You gotta watch out
Yeah yeah hey uh

Lil Durk – Hard Shit

[Intro: Kid Wonder, Lil Durk & Lil Reese]
KidWonder did you make this beat?
Gang!
64 hundred on ’em shits
Gang!
Dope
It’s your boy Lil Reesey checkin’ in
You rockin’ with my nigga DJ Bandz
300 to nuttin’
HoodRich bitch!
Let’s get it!

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Check a bag and bust the block on ’em
Yo’ diamonds fake, them bitches costume
Every Glock bitch we cock drum
My killas wild and they off drugs
These niggas pussy, they don’t want it
These niggas bitches, they don’t want it
These niggas snitches, they don’t want it
My niggas killas, they don’t want it

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Bro call we takin’ doors off
Pour a pint and I might doze off
‘Fore I knew her name, she took her clothes off
Free my boy De-De he like O-Dog
Name ringin’ bells my whole family stars
Most niggas doin’ drills out the family car
We ain’t got no chill, we ain’t got no chill
Labels gave me Mills I told my killas kill
Niggas say they real but they ain’t really real
Can’t trust ’em like we dead and niggas killin’ kids
Smith and Wesson nina, takin’ out his dreads
I’m off the drank, I’m off the percs and they both meds

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Check a bag and bust the block on ’em
Yo’ diamonds fake, them bitches costume
Every Glock bitch we cock drum
My killas wild and they off drugs
These niggas pussy, they don’t want it
These niggas bitches, they don’t want it
These niggas snitches, they don’t want it
My niggas killas, they don’t want it

[Verse 2: Lil Reese]
These niggas bitches they don’t want it
A lotta killas put ’em on ya
My niggas with it you don’t want it
We point the fingers then they on it
Fuck all that talkin’ it ain’t nothin’
Pull up with choppas get to bustin’
A lot of niggas get to runnin’
Watch all yo’ niggas get to runnin’
Fuck all that talkin’, let’s get the money
Lil Durk he with me yeah that’s my brother
We ain’t lettin’ that money come between us
Back then used to ride around the (?)

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Check a bag and bust the block on ’em
Yo’ diamonds fake, them bitches costume
Every Glock bitch we cock drum
My killas wild and they off drugs
These niggas pussy, they don’t want it
These niggas bitches, they don’t want it
These niggas snitches, they don’t want it
My niggas killas, they don’t want it

[Outro: Lil Durk]
These niggas pussy, they don’t want it
These niggas bitches, they don’t want it
These niggas snitches, they don’t want it
My niggas killas, they don’t want it
Check a bag and bust the block on ’em
Yo’ diamonds fake, them bitches costone
Every Glock bitch we cock drum
My killas wild and they off drugs

Lil Durk – Hard Shit Lyrics

[Intro: Kid Wonder & Lil Reese]
KidWonder did you make this beat?
It’s your boy Lil Reesey checkin’ in
You rockin’ with my nigga DJ Bandz
300 to nuttin’
HoodRich bitch!

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Check a bag and put the block on
Yo’ diamonds fake, them bitches costone
Every Glock bitch we cock drum
My killas wild and they off drugs
These niggas pussy, they don’t want it
These niggas bitches, they don’t want it
These niggas snitches, they don’t want it
My niggas killas, they don’t want it

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Bro call we takin’ doors off
Pour a pint and I might doze off
‘Fore I knew her name, she took her clothes off
Free my boy De-De he like old dog
Name ringin’ bells my whole family starvin’
Most niggas doin’ drills out the family car
We ain’t got no chill, we ain’t got no chill
Labels gave me Mills I told my killas kill
Niggas say they real but they ain’t really real
Can’t trust ’em like we dead and niggas killin’ kids
Smith & Wesson nina, takin’ out his dreads
I’m off the drugs, I’m off the percs and they both messy

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Check a bag and put the block on
Yo’ diamonds fake, them bitches costone
Every Glock bitch we cock drum
My killas wild and they off drugs
These niggas pussy, they don’t want it
These niggas bitches, they don’t want it
These niggas snitches, they don’t want it
My niggas killas, they don’t want it

[Verse 2: Lil Reese]
These niggas bitches they don’t want it
A lotta killas put ’em on ya
My niggas with it you don’t want it
We point the fingers then they on it
Fuck all that talkin’ it ain’t nothin’
Pull up with choppas get to bustin’
A lot of niggas get to runnin’
Watch all yo’ niggas get to runnin’
Fuck all that talkin’, let’s get the money
Lil Durk he with me yeah that’s my brother
We ain’t havin’ that money come between us
Back then used to ride around the (?)

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Check a bag and put the block on
Yo’ diamonds fake, them bitches costone
Every Glock bitch we cock drum
My killas wild and they off drugs
These niggas pussy, they don’t want it
These niggas bitches, they don’t want it
These niggas snitches, they don’t want it
My niggas killas, they don’t want it

[Outro: Lil Durk]
These niggas pussy, they don’t want it
These niggas bitches, they don’t want it
These niggas snitches, they don’t want it
My niggas killas, they don’t want it
Check a bag and put the block on
Yo’ diamonds fake, them bitches costone
Every Glock bitch we cock drum
My killas wild and they off drugs

Lil Durk – Glock Up letras

My boys play no games
Keep must, need no aim
Lil Durk need no fame
Pints in, need codeine
2K for these Balmains
2K cause we ballin’
Bad bitch keep callin’
Poker face, we all in
Blockbuster, we pop up
Pussy boys ain’t old enough
Keep your gun, we pop up
Don’t try us, we glocked up
Homicide, I ain’t seen none’
Pussy boy, while y’all mean mug
Pussy boy, while y’all mean mug
Pussy boy, while y’all mean mug
See us, them boys can’t be us
Tweakers, why they be wifing eaters
E-Way, smoking, choking, coughing
Rollin’ up on that Keisha
Guns down, man I can’t leave ’em
Make sure that he don’t see us
Run off on me, I guarantee my boys’ll be to see him
64 hundred normal
Trap house be doin’ numbers
Hundred just don’t be stunting
You might make it through the summer
You ain’t eat cause you thuggin’
Two two three shells like suckers
She say she cannot fuck off a xanny, she need a oven
Arrogant motherfucker
Runnin’ off from the bubble
Felonies, I got double
See me, they know it’s trouble
Shootin’ shit, ain’t no scuffle
Vernie, that boy the muscle
I be sippin’ Actavis while them boys be sippin’ ‘Test
My boys play no games
Keep must, need no aim
Lil Durk need no fame
Pints in, need codeine
2K for these Balmains
2K cause we ballin’
Bad bitch keep callin’
Poker face, we all in
Blockbuster, we pop up
Pussy boys ain’t old enough
Keep your gun, we pop up
Don’t try us, we glocked up
Homicide, I ain’t seen none’
Pussy boy, while y’all mean mug
Pussy boy, while y’all mean mug
Pussy boy, while y’all mean mug
Rob who?
Just go and get a job cool
I’m three-double-O, that’s my tool
You snatch this chain out in LA, this chopper gon’ chop you
My bitch ass is A1, in love with her top too
Lil Buku will drop you
Leave your ass wet up, this chain I got is wet up
Don’t trust no hoes, they set up
It’s Louis V all over me, I swear I’m in a chess club
Streets gon’ miss Bankroll, for him I keep a bankroll
Hate skank hoes, and I never wear the same clothes
Designer, ain’t it ain’t too hard to find us
Got killers off in Atlanta, and I cop drink from the mana
Excuse, I ain’t got no manners
Excuse, I ain’t got no manners
My boys play no games
Keep must, need no aim
Lil Durk need no fame
Pints in, need codeine
2K for these Balmains
2K cause we ballin’
Bad bitch keep callin’
Poker face, we all in
Blockbuster, we pop up
Pussy boys ain’t old enough
Keep your gun, we pop up
Don’t try us, we glocked up
Homicide, I ain’t seen none’
Pussy boy, while y’all mean mug
Pussy boy, while y’all mean mug
Pussy boy, while y’all mean mug