(12 Hunna on the beat)
(DY Krazy)
When you wake up off them pills, that feeling terrible
The worst thing to be known is when they scared of you
And they gon' laugh right in your face when they ahead of you
And to be technical, that shit we do is federal
Hold the tears back from this life is so unbearable
You a copycat, that's not lean, that's Theraflu
I'ma jump from the top of my money with a parachute
And who you look up to? A ho I wouldn't dare salute
I keep taking care of my killers they wouldn't care to shoot
I got your address from a bitch, just for a pair of shoes
You gotta text, like "He got hit", that shit be scary news
They told me get up out the streets, you can go back to school
My life hurt so bad, thinking 'bout if you was here what kind of life you would have
Nowadays the way we live, we live life on the edge
Nowadays the way we live, you would die if you scared, uh
This life is for the ghetto
This life, this life, this life
This life is for the ghetto
This life, this life, this life
Nobody put fear in us
I put real life inside this music, they not hearing us
I know it's real, I had some real killers tearing up
I did all I can for 'em, they not sincere enough
They stopped leading me way back then, they can't cheer at us
It get treacherous, that's why they don't mention us
Why you holdin' onto a snitch, just give that victim up
They can't take care of us alone, that's why they cliquin' up
They told me to go pop and get the trenches up
I say f*ck that shit, four killers inside a Bentley truck
Would have been five but one of 'em died, so I was giving up
Wish I talked to him on the last call, told him live it up
Where the love? Where the love?
You know it's tiring tryna clean blood from a rug
You know it's tiring watching my back and ducking slugs
I know two robbers said they tired of sticking up
This life is for the ghetto
This life, this life, this life
This life is for the ghetto
This life, this life, this life
This life is for the ghetto
This life, this life, this life
This life is for the ghetto
This life, this life, this life
Lil Durk - Just Cause Y'all Waited 2 Album Lyrics
Lil Durk - Just Cause Y'all Waited 2 Lyrics
Writer: Durk Banks, Dwan Lecurtis Jaquan Avery, Michael James O'Brien, Morgan O'connor
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Street Affection
(Ayy, pull up, Lamb)
They ain't doing they job
They ain't serve and protecting
Even street niggas need that love and affection
Big homies not big homies, they ain't tryna get direction
The advice they gave to me, I told them niggas they could have kept it
Could've stayed on the porch, but jumped inside the streets I had a selection
Ain't no back and forth talking on the net, we send a message
We want the king, we want that tiger head, like that nigga off of Tekken
Put blood sweat and tears inside this shit, you gotta respect it
You ain't did shit for these streets, so how you gonna put a word in?
I'ma do what all I can do but I never say I was perfect
Man, that gun heavy, palm sweaty, you acting nervous
Put a hundred thousand on his head, that's two verses
The county days I used to wake up, wash up with detergent
She told me three niggas she f*cked, when I went in she was a virgin
And I can't hang around no bitch niggas, I'm too allergic
A iPhone plus a iPhone, two jail calls I merge it
The one I call my brother not my brother 'cause he told them other niggas we not brothers
I can't tell a nigga that I meant that I love him, I'd be lying, I don't love him
Get in my feelings when I pop off prescriptions, I take all these pills and I crush 'em
If you ain't known for having cash or that bag, they gon' treat you like you nothing
Don't be telling me about your block, nigga, f*ck them
You can't bring your ass around if you say, "F*ck twin"
And tour with us, kiss your kids make sure they tucked in
Two .50's in a millennium clip, that's a buck ten
The one you look up to a pussy, his nuts tucked in
Ain't hide the guns fast enough, the police rushed in
And since you died for your gang, you got slumped in
You pull up bleeding out that pussy, you gotta suck it in
You signed your name up on the statement, you got the best font
You asked me, do I love you? "Mhm", I'm nonchalant
Went on the'Gram, seen an opp died, that's when I sparked the blunt
Maybe sipped a lil' lean too, but that's not the point
A lot of money through Western Union get you a blocked account
I'm on camera I got a case, so foe nem knock 'em out
We move the same, we all as one, that's what I'm talking 'bout
I'm just saying you touch my chain foe nem chalk 'em out
Yeah, yeah
The one I call my brother not my brother 'cause he told them other niggas we not brothers
I can't tell a nigga that I meant that I love him, I'd be lying, I don't love him
Get in my feelings when I pop off prescriptions, I take all these pills and I crush 'em
If you ain't known for having cash or that bag, they gon' treat you like you nothing
They ain't doing they job
They ain't serve and protecting
Even street niggas need that love and affection
Big homies not big homies, they ain't tryna get direction
The advice they gave to me, I told them niggas they could have kept it
Could've stayed on the porch, but jumped inside the streets I had a selection
Ain't no back and forth talking on the net, we send a message
We want the king, we want that tiger head, like that nigga off of Tekken
Put blood sweat and tears inside this shit, you gotta respect it
You ain't did shit for these streets, so how you gonna put a word in?
I'ma do what all I can do but I never say I was perfect
Man, that gun heavy, palm sweaty, you acting nervous
Put a hundred thousand on his head, that's two verses
The county days I used to wake up, wash up with detergent
She told me three niggas she f*cked, when I went in she was a virgin
And I can't hang around no bitch niggas, I'm too allergic
A iPhone plus a iPhone, two jail calls I merge it
The one I call my brother not my brother 'cause he told them other niggas we not brothers
I can't tell a nigga that I meant that I love him, I'd be lying, I don't love him
Get in my feelings when I pop off prescriptions, I take all these pills and I crush 'em
If you ain't known for having cash or that bag, they gon' treat you like you nothing
Don't be telling me about your block, nigga, f*ck them
You can't bring your ass around if you say, "F*ck twin"
And tour with us, kiss your kids make sure they tucked in
Two .50's in a millennium clip, that's a buck ten
The one you look up to a pussy, his nuts tucked in
Ain't hide the guns fast enough, the police rushed in
And since you died for your gang, you got slumped in
You pull up bleeding out that pussy, you gotta suck it in
You signed your name up on the statement, you got the best font
You asked me, do I love you? "Mhm", I'm nonchalant
Went on the'Gram, seen an opp died, that's when I sparked the blunt
Maybe sipped a lil' lean too, but that's not the point
A lot of money through Western Union get you a blocked account
I'm on camera I got a case, so foe nem knock 'em out
We move the same, we all as one, that's what I'm talking 'bout
I'm just saying you touch my chain foe nem chalk 'em out
Yeah, yeah
The one I call my brother not my brother 'cause he told them other niggas we not brothers
I can't tell a nigga that I meant that I love him, I'd be lying, I don't love him
Get in my feelings when I pop off prescriptions, I take all these pills and I crush 'em
If you ain't known for having cash or that bag, they gon' treat you like you nothing
Writer: Durk Banks, Frank Gilliam III, John Lamb
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
3 Headed Goat
These ain't no Guess jeans
I dropped out of school, I'm still good at math but nigga don't test me
I played to the left, they went to the right, they tried to finesse me
Still riding around with that blicky, I hope they don't catch me
Police had raided our spot, so we went to the next street
Play like I'm dumb, as soon as it pop, I'm going retarded
He say I'm hard, and he say I'm garbage, I'm rich regardless
We in Miami in the middle of the winter and we on them jet skis
If we in Atlanta, I'm runnin' the 'Cat, and I'm workin' the red key
I cannot mention my homies inside of my songs 'cause I know they be trappin' a lot
I can't keep taking these pills, when I'm in the trenches, they say I be cappin' a lot
I know a nigga who say he got rich off the dope, but I know he be actin' a lot
I know some niggas who say that they took down the city but niggas be lackin' a lot
Yeah, that shit was awful, nigga had that dog food
That day they shot you, I slid on the Mongoose
You cannot come back around me, you turned your back on me I cannot forget
The police was lying, they said that they caught you, but nigga they made you admit
Your name was fine, you put in that work, they took your stick, you a bitch
F*ck my opps, they be on my dick, they all be mad we rich (turn up)
Only twenty-five, living like a boss, ridin' 'round with a chauffeur
I don't sell drugs, still be paranoid, keep lookin' over my shoulder
Niggas lying like I'm stealing swag, but it's my shit like I wrote it
These rappers really nice as hell, I'm a different nigga when I'm pissed off
Man, he say he gon' press up on who?
I'ma get the steel like I'm Chris Paul
Back to back Suburbans, I'm a big dog
I was in the slums serving fentanyl
Zombie land, junkies having withdrawals
I been gettin' to a lot of missed calls
Turn it off, what the f*ck is he talking about
I should slap him for saying he hot as me
I don't know who could f*ck with me, honestly
And they know I'm the man so they watching me
Different color bands like Monopoly
Man, they must not be using his head
If he thinking I don't keep a Glock on me
That's like suicide if you play with us, got a better chance at the lottery
Call an ambulance when that chopper sweep
Make the crowd dance, choreography
Once I got a plan, ain't no stopping me
Three car garage, million dollar crib with a foreign bitch riding on top me
A lot of people done said I won't be shit, well I guess they owe me an apology
These ain't no Guess jeans
I dropped out of school, I'm still good at math but nigga don't test me
I played to the left, they went to the right, they tried to finesse me
Still riding around with that blicky, I hope they don't catch me
Police had raided our spot so we went to the next street
Play like I'm dumb, as soon as it pop, I'm going retarded
He say I'm hard, and he say I'm garbage, I'm rich regardless
We in Miami in the middle of the winter and we on them jet skis
If we in Atlanta, I'm runnin' the 'Cat, and I'm workin' the red key
I dropped out of school, I'm still good at math but nigga don't test me
I played to the left, they went to the right, they tried to finesse me
Still riding around with that blicky, I hope they don't catch me
Police had raided our spot, so we went to the next street
Play like I'm dumb, as soon as it pop, I'm going retarded
He say I'm hard, and he say I'm garbage, I'm rich regardless
We in Miami in the middle of the winter and we on them jet skis
If we in Atlanta, I'm runnin' the 'Cat, and I'm workin' the red key
I cannot mention my homies inside of my songs 'cause I know they be trappin' a lot
I can't keep taking these pills, when I'm in the trenches, they say I be cappin' a lot
I know a nigga who say he got rich off the dope, but I know he be actin' a lot
I know some niggas who say that they took down the city but niggas be lackin' a lot
Yeah, that shit was awful, nigga had that dog food
That day they shot you, I slid on the Mongoose
You cannot come back around me, you turned your back on me I cannot forget
The police was lying, they said that they caught you, but nigga they made you admit
Your name was fine, you put in that work, they took your stick, you a bitch
F*ck my opps, they be on my dick, they all be mad we rich (turn up)
Only twenty-five, living like a boss, ridin' 'round with a chauffeur
I don't sell drugs, still be paranoid, keep lookin' over my shoulder
Niggas lying like I'm stealing swag, but it's my shit like I wrote it
These rappers really nice as hell, I'm a different nigga when I'm pissed off
Man, he say he gon' press up on who?
I'ma get the steel like I'm Chris Paul
Back to back Suburbans, I'm a big dog
I was in the slums serving fentanyl
Zombie land, junkies having withdrawals
I been gettin' to a lot of missed calls
Turn it off, what the f*ck is he talking about
I should slap him for saying he hot as me
I don't know who could f*ck with me, honestly
And they know I'm the man so they watching me
Different color bands like Monopoly
Man, they must not be using his head
If he thinking I don't keep a Glock on me
That's like suicide if you play with us, got a better chance at the lottery
Call an ambulance when that chopper sweep
Make the crowd dance, choreography
Once I got a plan, ain't no stopping me
Three car garage, million dollar crib with a foreign bitch riding on top me
A lot of people done said I won't be shit, well I guess they owe me an apology
These ain't no Guess jeans
I dropped out of school, I'm still good at math but nigga don't test me
I played to the left, they went to the right, they tried to finesse me
Still riding around with that blicky, I hope they don't catch me
Police had raided our spot so we went to the next street
Play like I'm dumb, as soon as it pop, I'm going retarded
He say I'm hard, and he say I'm garbage, I'm rich regardless
We in Miami in the middle of the winter and we on them jet skis
If we in Atlanta, I'm runnin' the 'Cat, and I'm workin' the red key
Writer: Dominique Jones, Durk D. Banks, Kenneth K Gilmore, Rahshan Kyles, Taurus Tremani Bartlett
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
All Love
(Touchoftrent be wildin' with it)
They told me it's all love, but I love all
I'm CashAppin' a couple hunnid whenever my brother call
Sometimes I like to scan the ledge, feel like I'm above 'em all
It was a joke when he copped out, now he wanna jump the wall
Them niggas always was some goofies gettin' jumped at malls
I was tired of f*ckin' hoes, one more condom, I made the condom fall
From stylin' denim jacket, that shit turned to Gucci scarves
Ayy, f*ck the whole world no matter who involved
It's all love
It's all love (man, it's all love)
It's all love (man, it's all love)
It's all love (man, it's all love)
It's all love (man, it's all love)
It's all love (man, it's all love)
It's all love (man, it's all love)
It's all love (man, it's all love)
It's all love
Man, it's all love
You can't love him without my brother 'cause it's all us
I'm off a Perc my brother Doodie off a small bust
But I'm a baller, but I pass the ball like, "Yeah, hut"
Gotta watch them cheesy, sneaky bitches, they be stealin' nut
I talk down on the trenches, hoes know now that I'll still f*ck
But the money get me insane
And I ain't know where the homie was
I was f*cked up in the trenches, I ain't even know what a Rollie was
I used to look up to this nigga, but he gave his homie up
'Cause his daughter twelve years old, he gotta go do twenty-one
And I don't f*ck with no f*ck niggas, so these niggas don't owe me nothin'
Grown niggas act like kids, actin' like they Benjamin Button
Put my own fee down for my lawyer, that shit was twenty-one-hundred
Had to detail with my dog and he still wasn't comin'
With his gun or without his gun, I say he still not runnin'
And he tote his gun like 50, but he still one hunnid, nigga
It's all love
It's all love (man, it's all love)
It's all love (man, it's all love)
It's all love (man, it's all love)
It's all love
It's all love, I thought it was real
He took a Percocet, wasn't all tryna pop a pill
Tryna prove a point to pop off first, he ain't your dog, for real
I gotta acknowledge that Lamb' truck 'cause I had a Bonneville
I don't get mad when the guys tell me no 'cause I know my mama will
Different niggas, they rockin' Polo, I'm rockin' Tommy Hill'
Trenches niggas, they'll drop it all when it's time to kill
First time was a throw off on my bag, and that was when I signed the deal
They say it's favoritism, nah, these the ones I love the most
I bought her two, three diamond chokers 'cause she love to choke
1942 with a small pill, she love the boat
Durkio, smurkio, yeah, she love the GOAT
Yeah, I love them G-Locks
Got away from all the phony niggas I had to detox
They don't even shoot at niggas no more, they love to beatbox
Walked up out your life with a pair of socks
That's two hunnid, that's them G socks
It's all love
It's all love (man, it's all love)
It's all love (man, it's all love)
It's all love (man, it's all love)
It's all love (man, it's all love)
It's all love (man, it's all love)
It's all love (man, it's all love)
It's all love (man, it's all love)
It's all love
They told me it's all love, but I love all
I'm CashAppin' a couple hunnid whenever my brother call
Sometimes I like to scan the ledge, feel like I'm above 'em all
It was a joke when he copped out, now he wanna jump the wall
Them niggas always was some goofies gettin' jumped at malls
I was tired of f*ckin' hoes, one more condom, I made the condom fall
From stylin' denim jacket, that shit turned to Gucci scarves
Ayy, f*ck the whole world no matter who involved
It's all love
It's all love (man, it's all love)
It's all love (man, it's all love)
It's all love (man, it's all love)
It's all love (man, it's all love)
It's all love (man, it's all love)
It's all love (man, it's all love)
It's all love (man, it's all love)
It's all love
Man, it's all love
You can't love him without my brother 'cause it's all us
I'm off a Perc my brother Doodie off a small bust
But I'm a baller, but I pass the ball like, "Yeah, hut"
Gotta watch them cheesy, sneaky bitches, they be stealin' nut
I talk down on the trenches, hoes know now that I'll still f*ck
But the money get me insane
And I ain't know where the homie was
I was f*cked up in the trenches, I ain't even know what a Rollie was
I used to look up to this nigga, but he gave his homie up
'Cause his daughter twelve years old, he gotta go do twenty-one
And I don't f*ck with no f*ck niggas, so these niggas don't owe me nothin'
Grown niggas act like kids, actin' like they Benjamin Button
Put my own fee down for my lawyer, that shit was twenty-one-hundred
Had to detail with my dog and he still wasn't comin'
With his gun or without his gun, I say he still not runnin'
And he tote his gun like 50, but he still one hunnid, nigga
It's all love
It's all love (man, it's all love)
It's all love (man, it's all love)
It's all love (man, it's all love)
It's all love
It's all love, I thought it was real
He took a Percocet, wasn't all tryna pop a pill
Tryna prove a point to pop off first, he ain't your dog, for real
I gotta acknowledge that Lamb' truck 'cause I had a Bonneville
I don't get mad when the guys tell me no 'cause I know my mama will
Different niggas, they rockin' Polo, I'm rockin' Tommy Hill'
Trenches niggas, they'll drop it all when it's time to kill
First time was a throw off on my bag, and that was when I signed the deal
They say it's favoritism, nah, these the ones I love the most
I bought her two, three diamond chokers 'cause she love to choke
1942 with a small pill, she love the boat
Durkio, smurkio, yeah, she love the GOAT
Yeah, I love them G-Locks
Got away from all the phony niggas I had to detox
They don't even shoot at niggas no more, they love to beatbox
Walked up out your life with a pair of socks
That's two hunnid, that's them G socks
It's all love
It's all love (man, it's all love)
It's all love (man, it's all love)
It's all love (man, it's all love)
It's all love (man, it's all love)
It's all love (man, it's all love)
It's all love (man, it's all love)
It's all love (man, it's all love)
It's all love
Writer: Durk D Banks, Teun Bauhuis, Trenton D Turner
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Gucci Gucci
(Geraldo Live on the track)
Chanel, Gucci, Gucci
Handbag Gucci, Gucci
Emilio Pucci, Pucci
I might kiss that coochie, coochie
Lambo truck, I'm Gucci, Gucci
Shirt got snakes, it's Gucci, Gucci
If you snitch, you Ratatouille
Duffle bag Gucci, Gucci
Gucci (Gucci, Gucci)
Gucci (Gucci, Gucci)
Everything Gucci, Gucci
Gucci, Gucci
Everything Gucci, Gucci
Gucci, Gucci
Everything Gucci, Gucci
Gucci, Gucci
Everything Gucci, Gucci
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
Bedframe Gucci, Gucci
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
Headband, stroke her coochie
Bought her whoopie, yeah
Red rain
Glocks and Uzis
Grab that toolie and spray everything
Diamonds bling
Pinky and The Brain while I'm switching lanes
Cuban choker, cost me a lil' change, still I'll never change
Crip blue Rovers, seats they leather and suede
Young Gunna Wunna, I'm paid
Never sober, real biscotti smoker, look like purple haze
Me and Durkio we in the A, watch that Lambo race
You too slow, need that slide or no, I got road rage
Money long, this a new two-tone, different watch a day
Racks are paid for, a Gucci thong keep you Gucci bae
Chanel, Gucci, Gucci
Handbag Gucci, Gucci
Emilio Pucci, Pucci
I might kiss that coochie, coochie
Lambo truck, I'm Gucci, Gucci
Shirt got snakes, it's Gucci, Gucci
If you snitch, you Ratatouille
Duffle bag Gucci, Gucci
Gucci (Gucci, Gucci)
Gucci (Gucci, Gucci)
Everything Gucci, Gucci
Gucci, Gucci
Everything Gucci, Gucci
Gucci, Gucci
Everything Gucci, Gucci
Gucci, Gucci
Everything Gucci, Gucci
Gucci Gang like I'm Lil Pump
I'm riding around with some niggas who got the hood turnt
She suck my dick, ain't give a shit, I wish she would stunt
Designer smoker, smoke my own, I make Chanel Runtz
The Gucci pants, I get them tailored make em a lil' short
Pinchin' penny, shooting dice, that shit a hood sport
That shit (Gucci, Gucci)
You want Celine? I give you these, nigga (Gucci, Gucci)
Gucci store text my phone they say "You need these?" (Gucci, Gucci)
I spent the night, I hit the cup, I fell asleep wearing (Gucci, Gucci)
Bro 'nem call me from the trap they say they keep playing (Gucci, Gucci)
When the world hear this song they gon' keep saying (Gucci, Gucci)
Ain't no Zara, H&M, I told you these pants
Chanel, Gucci, Gucci
Handbag Gucci, Gucci
Emilio Pucci, Pucci
I might kiss that coochie, coochie
Lambo truck, I'm Gucci, Gucci
Shirt got snakes, it's Gucci, Gucci
If you snitch, you Ratatouille
Duffle bag Gucci, Gucci
Gucci (Gucci, Gucci)
Gucci (Gucci, Gucci)
Everything Gucci, Gucci
Gucci, Gucci
Everything Gucci, Gucci
Gucci, Gucci
Everything Gucci, Gucci
Gucci, Gucci
Everything Gucci, Gucci
Chanel, Gucci, Gucci
Handbag Gucci, Gucci
Emilio Pucci, Pucci
I might kiss that coochie, coochie
Lambo truck, I'm Gucci, Gucci
Shirt got snakes, it's Gucci, Gucci
If you snitch, you Ratatouille
Duffle bag Gucci, Gucci
Gucci (Gucci, Gucci)
Gucci (Gucci, Gucci)
Everything Gucci, Gucci
Gucci, Gucci
Everything Gucci, Gucci
Gucci, Gucci
Everything Gucci, Gucci
Gucci, Gucci
Everything Gucci, Gucci
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
Bedframe Gucci, Gucci
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
Headband, stroke her coochie
Bought her whoopie, yeah
Red rain
Glocks and Uzis
Grab that toolie and spray everything
Diamonds bling
Pinky and The Brain while I'm switching lanes
Cuban choker, cost me a lil' change, still I'll never change
Crip blue Rovers, seats they leather and suede
Young Gunna Wunna, I'm paid
Never sober, real biscotti smoker, look like purple haze
Me and Durkio we in the A, watch that Lambo race
You too slow, need that slide or no, I got road rage
Money long, this a new two-tone, different watch a day
Racks are paid for, a Gucci thong keep you Gucci bae
Chanel, Gucci, Gucci
Handbag Gucci, Gucci
Emilio Pucci, Pucci
I might kiss that coochie, coochie
Lambo truck, I'm Gucci, Gucci
Shirt got snakes, it's Gucci, Gucci
If you snitch, you Ratatouille
Duffle bag Gucci, Gucci
Gucci (Gucci, Gucci)
Gucci (Gucci, Gucci)
Everything Gucci, Gucci
Gucci, Gucci
Everything Gucci, Gucci
Gucci, Gucci
Everything Gucci, Gucci
Gucci, Gucci
Everything Gucci, Gucci
Gucci Gang like I'm Lil Pump
I'm riding around with some niggas who got the hood turnt
She suck my dick, ain't give a shit, I wish she would stunt
Designer smoker, smoke my own, I make Chanel Runtz
The Gucci pants, I get them tailored make em a lil' short
Pinchin' penny, shooting dice, that shit a hood sport
That shit (Gucci, Gucci)
You want Celine? I give you these, nigga (Gucci, Gucci)
Gucci store text my phone they say "You need these?" (Gucci, Gucci)
I spent the night, I hit the cup, I fell asleep wearing (Gucci, Gucci)
Bro 'nem call me from the trap they say they keep playing (Gucci, Gucci)
When the world hear this song they gon' keep saying (Gucci, Gucci)
Ain't no Zara, H&M, I told you these pants
Chanel, Gucci, Gucci
Handbag Gucci, Gucci
Emilio Pucci, Pucci
I might kiss that coochie, coochie
Lambo truck, I'm Gucci, Gucci
Shirt got snakes, it's Gucci, Gucci
If you snitch, you Ratatouille
Duffle bag Gucci, Gucci
Gucci (Gucci, Gucci)
Gucci (Gucci, Gucci)
Everything Gucci, Gucci
Gucci, Gucci
Everything Gucci, Gucci
Gucci, Gucci
Everything Gucci, Gucci
Gucci, Gucci
Everything Gucci, Gucci
Writer: Durk D Banks, Sergio Giavanni Kitchens
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Viral Moment
(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it)
I pour an eight inside the Lamb' truck, fell asleep flyin'
I thought them niggas had my back, but I'm steady seein' signs
And I can't turn my back on Boona like I ain't see him tryin'
These tears shed, whenever he dead, it's different seein' him die
Bah, get close up on 'em, you know that shit be graphic
You gotta pop out with that ratchet, you know this shit get tragic
And you can't fumble with that stick, you know this shit ain't Madden
All that shit you did in the streets, you know that shit gon' vanish
Yeah, I pop these pills, they try to read my thoughts
And you can't dig back in your past 'cause you got time you lost
And make that time up for your kids 'cause you know time ain't bought
Booka brought me a diamond cross, but he know he won't cross me
They turnt their back and said they'd kill me, yeah, that's when they lost me
I put baguettie inside the Cartier 'cause I'm feelin' bossy
They feel some type of way in the county jail, I told 'em, "Call me"
I built a relationship with the real, with niggas who never saw me
Yeah, I seen my chance and that's when I grabbed it
F*ck bein' a hunnid, I spent a couple hunnids on niggas' tablets
Lean gave me chest pains, that's when I popped the Perky tablet
I tried to get that family vibe for niggas who wasn't established
You do that shit again, what you did to bro, gon' get you a casket
I did shit for niggas without them askin'
I broke pounds for niggas without them matchin'
I don't f*ck with you, I'ma tell y'all nah even though I got it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This shit was different, we was together like ten years ago
And I don't talk to a lotta niggas, but they still the bros
The one I ain't talk to like that back then know they still hoes
And some niggas try to hide their hate but that shit still shows
I never f*cked on block hoes because I call 'em sisters
One hate me right now as I speak because I called her a hooker
Cut the loose ends, I cut 'em off, they try to say I'm a butcher
Bitch, you a rat, never mind, I changed my life, I'm Muslim
I talked to Chops on FaceTime, he say, "Damn, you back smokin'"
He say, "That back door damn near closed," I say, "It's back open"
I say, "These blocks could be back one," he say, "You back hopin'"
You gotta watch the niggas you love 'cause they still backdoorin'
He ain't got no hope in beatin' his trial because he lost his motion
Bro got life, he don't know how pussy smell, that's why he f*ck his lotion
I know some real niggas would lose it all for a viral moment
My dreads swing, I feel like Wayne, show me my opponent
And I like talkin' to the streets, like
When you say you the voice, you gotta, like, open up, like
Tell motherf*ckers like what it is, like, you can't hold nothin' back
You gotta relate to them, relate to the poverty, you know what I'm sayin'?
Relate to the trenches (yeah, yeah)
You know what I'm sayin'
I can't be talkin' 'bout a Richard Mille all the time (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah)
Some of the guys don't even know what the f*ck a Richard Mille is
Know what I'm sayin'? You gotta relate, all angles, know what I'm sayin'?
The voice
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I pour an eight inside the Lamb' truck, fell asleep flyin'
I thought them niggas had my back, but I'm steady seein' signs
And I can't turn my back on Boona like I ain't see him tryin'
These tears shed, whenever he dead, it's different seein' him die
Bah, get close up on 'em, you know that shit be graphic
You gotta pop out with that ratchet, you know this shit get tragic
And you can't fumble with that stick, you know this shit ain't Madden
All that shit you did in the streets, you know that shit gon' vanish
Yeah, I pop these pills, they try to read my thoughts
And you can't dig back in your past 'cause you got time you lost
And make that time up for your kids 'cause you know time ain't bought
Booka brought me a diamond cross, but he know he won't cross me
They turnt their back and said they'd kill me, yeah, that's when they lost me
I put baguettie inside the Cartier 'cause I'm feelin' bossy
They feel some type of way in the county jail, I told 'em, "Call me"
I built a relationship with the real, with niggas who never saw me
Yeah, I seen my chance and that's when I grabbed it
F*ck bein' a hunnid, I spent a couple hunnids on niggas' tablets
Lean gave me chest pains, that's when I popped the Perky tablet
I tried to get that family vibe for niggas who wasn't established
You do that shit again, what you did to bro, gon' get you a casket
I did shit for niggas without them askin'
I broke pounds for niggas without them matchin'
I don't f*ck with you, I'ma tell y'all nah even though I got it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This shit was different, we was together like ten years ago
And I don't talk to a lotta niggas, but they still the bros
The one I ain't talk to like that back then know they still hoes
And some niggas try to hide their hate but that shit still shows
I never f*cked on block hoes because I call 'em sisters
One hate me right now as I speak because I called her a hooker
Cut the loose ends, I cut 'em off, they try to say I'm a butcher
Bitch, you a rat, never mind, I changed my life, I'm Muslim
I talked to Chops on FaceTime, he say, "Damn, you back smokin'"
He say, "That back door damn near closed," I say, "It's back open"
I say, "These blocks could be back one," he say, "You back hopin'"
You gotta watch the niggas you love 'cause they still backdoorin'
He ain't got no hope in beatin' his trial because he lost his motion
Bro got life, he don't know how pussy smell, that's why he f*ck his lotion
I know some real niggas would lose it all for a viral moment
My dreads swing, I feel like Wayne, show me my opponent
And I like talkin' to the streets, like
When you say you the voice, you gotta, like, open up, like
Tell motherf*ckers like what it is, like, you can't hold nothin' back
You gotta relate to them, relate to the poverty, you know what I'm sayin'?
Relate to the trenches (yeah, yeah)
You know what I'm sayin'
I can't be talkin' 'bout a Richard Mille all the time (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah)
Some of the guys don't even know what the f*ck a Richard Mille is
Know what I'm sayin'? You gotta relate, all angles, know what I'm sayin'?
The voice
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer: Cameron Cole Hubler, Durk D Banks, Trenton D Turner
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
248
Drugs straight out the capsule
Send her ass to Molly world
I don't even drink for real, but I damn near f*cked a bottle girl
I just bought a bitch two pair of Chanel's, I told her, "Model for it"
When I'm in the club with niggas I don't like, we havin' bottle wars
Said to my man like, we on that nigga ass, ain't no talking to us
Gimme compliments, my bitch for real but ain't no talking to her
Champagne back to back in the Gucci store when I walk through it
Get high then I treat the mic like therapy 'cause I talk to it
I sit back and ask myself "Why?" so many times
They treatin' sports just like the streets they tryna give 'em fines
He in the trenches without a gun, I called and gave him mine
Bump heads with my day one, yesterday I say I'ma give him time
Hope BA get right back off that time, they gave him 55
I hate Tayski gone forever, we locked in on 59th
He was my dog, he was my round, he was like 50 twice
I made it out, I beat the odds, you gotta be precise
Me and my auntie had some words, that shit ate me alive
See my lil' daughter, bad as hell and she ain't even five
He got the same time as a shooter and he ain't even drive
A O-P-P got hit in his T-O-P and he ain't even die
I seen so many young niggas lose they lives
That's why when I go to a funeral today, I don't even cry
And that real shit run in my veins
Some niggas I don't f*ck with for real, they just one of my stains
I put 90 on your head, that's one of my chains
And I can't cap, that nigga Von made me go to Johnny Dang
I popped a pill and had my head down, I was feeling strange
I'm swinging first whenever a nigga ask me what I bang
When you lose five niggas in one summer, that's when you will feel me pain
You ain't gotta snatch it, they'll kill you, you can't feel my chain
I'm the highest in the room, I feel just like La Flame
They'll give you life but change to a dub if you give them names
Yeah, my life for real for real, this not a movie
If a nigga I know support my song they call him groupies
And they ain't even meet Lil Baby but they'll go post his music
And that's my dawg fasho, yeah, that's my dawg fasho
And I be stressed out with my kids, sometimes I don't call it all
And you be acting like you off Percs, but you off Tylenol
I done popped some X and told my mom I was off Adderall
I buy that Glock, I need that switch, I need that to 'tatch me off
Send her ass to Molly world
I don't even drink for real, but I damn near f*cked a bottle girl
I just bought a bitch two pair of Chanel's, I told her, "Model for it"
When I'm in the club with niggas I don't like, we havin' bottle wars
Said to my man like, we on that nigga ass, ain't no talking to us
Gimme compliments, my bitch for real but ain't no talking to her
Champagne back to back in the Gucci store when I walk through it
Get high then I treat the mic like therapy 'cause I talk to it
I sit back and ask myself "Why?" so many times
They treatin' sports just like the streets they tryna give 'em fines
He in the trenches without a gun, I called and gave him mine
Bump heads with my day one, yesterday I say I'ma give him time
Hope BA get right back off that time, they gave him 55
I hate Tayski gone forever, we locked in on 59th
He was my dog, he was my round, he was like 50 twice
I made it out, I beat the odds, you gotta be precise
Me and my auntie had some words, that shit ate me alive
See my lil' daughter, bad as hell and she ain't even five
He got the same time as a shooter and he ain't even drive
A O-P-P got hit in his T-O-P and he ain't even die
I seen so many young niggas lose they lives
That's why when I go to a funeral today, I don't even cry
And that real shit run in my veins
Some niggas I don't f*ck with for real, they just one of my stains
I put 90 on your head, that's one of my chains
And I can't cap, that nigga Von made me go to Johnny Dang
I popped a pill and had my head down, I was feeling strange
I'm swinging first whenever a nigga ask me what I bang
When you lose five niggas in one summer, that's when you will feel me pain
You ain't gotta snatch it, they'll kill you, you can't feel my chain
I'm the highest in the room, I feel just like La Flame
They'll give you life but change to a dub if you give them names
Yeah, my life for real for real, this not a movie
If a nigga I know support my song they call him groupies
And they ain't even meet Lil Baby but they'll go post his music
And that's my dawg fasho, yeah, that's my dawg fasho
And I be stressed out with my kids, sometimes I don't call it all
And you be acting like you off Percs, but you off Tylenol
I done popped some X and told my mom I was off Adderall
I buy that Glock, I need that switch, I need that to 'tatch me off
Writer: Durk Banks, Frank Gilliam III, John Lamb
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Triflin Hoes
(Leo, flip the beat, yo)
F*ck that bitch ain't no respect for her
That lil' bitch turned her back so quick ain't got no check for her
I seen the type of nigga she f*ck with no respect for her
Act like a dog then I take you to a pet store
I f*ck her crazy then I move onto the next whore
I do you dirty have you knockin' on your ex door
You think you boujee but you boujee for the internet
Your pussy dookie got to spit on it just to get it wet
She f*cked on goofy say she wish that she could take it back
Told me how you hate the clout, now you chasing that
I can treat you like a clown, bitch, you waiting on a purse
I can really put you down, bitch, you waiting on the first
She say why I ain't f*ck her twice, I say I'm waiting on my Percs
I can see your cousins now with they faces on your shirt
Hold on wait, ay, bih
Hold on, hold on, hold on, wait bitch, ay
Hold on wait, bitch, hold on, hold on, wait bitch, ay
Hold on, hold on, wait, hold on, hold on, wait bitch, ay
Hold on wait, bitch, hold on, hold on, wait bitch, uh
Tell me how many niggas you f*cked?
You tell me how many dicks you sucked, I'm like
Yeah, freaky bitch, like we should take a turn
When I f*ck I say I'm coming back, they never learn
Smoke a hotel bathroom out then let the water run
Count a hundred thousand cash then I cut my thumb
Bitch, you can't lie to me, you can't tell me we can't f*ck, uh
You was acting so unsure, we was taking turns, uh
You know damn well I f*cked your friend, bitch you got the nerve, uh
You was tryna catch us up when you got the word, uh
Answer the phone while he was calling, damn, that had made her nervous
He ain't even know I was at her crib, I'm like damn I'm dirty
Call Wook phone when I left I said her pussy murdered
Plus she stay next to the opps, I had to close the curtains
F*ck that bitch, suck a rich nigga dick
Ain't the only rich nigga, I can never give you kids
Let you suck it with the ice, you gotta mix it with the spit
You can be my ho forever, I could never give you shit
Hold on wait, ay, bih
Hold on, hold on, hold on, wait bitch, ay
Hold on wait, bitch, hold on, hold on, wait bitch, ay
Hold on, hold on, wait, hold on, hold on, wait bitch, ay
Hold on wait, bitch, hold on, hold on, wait bitch, uh
Yeah, f*ck around that nigga for
For real, you can get your dick sucked
F*ck that bitch ain't no respect for her
That lil' bitch turned her back so quick ain't got no check for her
I seen the type of nigga she f*ck with no respect for her
Act like a dog then I take you to a pet store
I f*ck her crazy then I move onto the next whore
I do you dirty have you knockin' on your ex door
You think you boujee but you boujee for the internet
Your pussy dookie got to spit on it just to get it wet
She f*cked on goofy say she wish that she could take it back
Told me how you hate the clout, now you chasing that
I can treat you like a clown, bitch, you waiting on a purse
I can really put you down, bitch, you waiting on the first
She say why I ain't f*ck her twice, I say I'm waiting on my Percs
I can see your cousins now with they faces on your shirt
Hold on wait, ay, bih
Hold on, hold on, hold on, wait bitch, ay
Hold on wait, bitch, hold on, hold on, wait bitch, ay
Hold on, hold on, wait, hold on, hold on, wait bitch, ay
Hold on wait, bitch, hold on, hold on, wait bitch, uh
Tell me how many niggas you f*cked?
You tell me how many dicks you sucked, I'm like
Yeah, freaky bitch, like we should take a turn
When I f*ck I say I'm coming back, they never learn
Smoke a hotel bathroom out then let the water run
Count a hundred thousand cash then I cut my thumb
Bitch, you can't lie to me, you can't tell me we can't f*ck, uh
You was acting so unsure, we was taking turns, uh
You know damn well I f*cked your friend, bitch you got the nerve, uh
You was tryna catch us up when you got the word, uh
Answer the phone while he was calling, damn, that had made her nervous
He ain't even know I was at her crib, I'm like damn I'm dirty
Call Wook phone when I left I said her pussy murdered
Plus she stay next to the opps, I had to close the curtains
F*ck that bitch, suck a rich nigga dick
Ain't the only rich nigga, I can never give you kids
Let you suck it with the ice, you gotta mix it with the spit
You can be my ho forever, I could never give you shit
Hold on wait, ay, bih
Hold on, hold on, hold on, wait bitch, ay
Hold on wait, bitch, hold on, hold on, wait bitch, ay
Hold on, hold on, wait, hold on, hold on, wait bitch, ay
Hold on wait, bitch, hold on, hold on, wait bitch, uh
Yeah, f*ck around that nigga for
For real, you can get your dick sucked
Writer: Durk Banks
Copyright: Lyrics © GREAT SOUTH BAY MUSIC GROUP INC
Copyright: Lyrics © GREAT SOUTH BAY MUSIC GROUP INC
Internet Sensation
(Carl Paul)
This is how I feel, I got your love attached to me
And you know I truly love you, it was never about no pussy
And you told me that them niggas ain't for me, they just want my money
And I like the way you is, you ain't tryna kick it with my buddies
And I got a habit and I like that you don't judge me
And it's so f*cked up that I'm glad to be a junkie
To fall in love, I say I been afraid
I'm mixin' lean with Lyrical Lemonade
And we on top, ain't no more public aid
Or callin' your boss to get another raise
I drop some Backwood ashes in the Wraith
Reminiscin' 'bout the older days
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I gotta raise the roof for the people don't let the 'net ruin they relationship
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I gotta raise the roof for the females who won't listen to another bitch
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I gotta raise the roof for the niggas in the trenches turned to gentlemen
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I gotta tell the truth, this the best relationship I ever been in
Whoever thought that I can make this shit?
Voice of the streets and relationship
And we don't care what the rumor is
F*ck these other hoes 'cause I love my bitch
Alexander McQueen and Rockstar jeans
The prosecutor hatin' 'cause I'm doin' my thing
Six kids plus her daughter, that's what it is (oh, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na)
I seen Rel fall in love, I know that shit crazy
I seen Booka fall in love, I know that shit crazy
Insider, don't let the outside ruin that situation
And it's me and her forever, it's a lit-uation, yeah
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I gotta raise the roof for the people don't let the 'net ruin they relationship
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I gotta raise the roof for the females who won't listen to another bitch
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I gotta raise the roof for the niggas in the trenches turned to gentlemen
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I gotta tell the truth, this the best relationship I ever been in
This is how I feel, I got your love attached to me
And you know I truly love you, it was never about no pussy
And you told me that them niggas ain't for me, they just want my money
And I like the way you is, you ain't tryna kick it with my buddies
And I got a habit and I like that you don't judge me
And it's so f*cked up that I'm glad to be a junkie
To fall in love, I say I been afraid
I'm mixin' lean with Lyrical Lemonade
And we on top, ain't no more public aid
Or callin' your boss to get another raise
I drop some Backwood ashes in the Wraith
Reminiscin' 'bout the older days
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I gotta raise the roof for the people don't let the 'net ruin they relationship
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I gotta raise the roof for the females who won't listen to another bitch
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I gotta raise the roof for the niggas in the trenches turned to gentlemen
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I gotta tell the truth, this the best relationship I ever been in
Whoever thought that I can make this shit?
Voice of the streets and relationship
And we don't care what the rumor is
F*ck these other hoes 'cause I love my bitch
Alexander McQueen and Rockstar jeans
The prosecutor hatin' 'cause I'm doin' my thing
Six kids plus her daughter, that's what it is (oh, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na)
I seen Rel fall in love, I know that shit crazy
I seen Booka fall in love, I know that shit crazy
Insider, don't let the outside ruin that situation
And it's me and her forever, it's a lit-uation, yeah
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I gotta raise the roof for the people don't let the 'net ruin they relationship
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I gotta raise the roof for the females who won't listen to another bitch
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I gotta raise the roof for the niggas in the trenches turned to gentlemen
Oh, oh, oh, oh
I gotta tell the truth, this the best relationship I ever been in
Writer: Carl Benoit, Durk D Banks, Elvis Milford, Matino Fenelus
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Street Prayer
I don't know about you, but I ain't tryna die young
I don't like to brag about the shit that I done
I took good care of the streets, I'm a icon
I got snaked by some niggas, took care of my son
I ain't put that on they lawyer, got them title
The way you wrote that statement you a writer
You old on 'em in the station, gave 'em right up
DD did time with no lawyer, he a survivor
I'ma cut your ass right off, hang with my rivals
Catch a case while you a felon, I say it's my gun
They got my picture in the feds, say I'm a Disciple
They say I switched up 'cause I don't believe in the Bible
First time on the head, I kept my eyes closed
Only nigga I'm scared of is John Doe
And no support'll make your time slow
Just a real nigga without trying to
See, the trenches had made us (made us)
Lil' nigga, get my weight up (weight up)
Hard work and dedication (hard work and dedication)
Street niggas need a prayer (prayer)
Street niggas need a prayer (prayer)
Street niggas need a prayer (prayer)
Street niggas need a prayer (prayer)
Street niggas need a prayer (prayer)
It be your dwag, it be your dawg
That shit's so crazy, what happened to Law
When the streets took Baby D, it had came with a flaw
Granny asked me, "Where Newski at?" It's crushing my heart
Tryna smoke on some Zazas, just pass me the tops
The reason I can't trust y'all, you're talking to opps
That shit be strange when they say they love you
They say I changed when I got a hunnid
You can't complain 'cause I've been a hunnid
Them war time inside the trenches, buying different bullets
Hop out a Cutlass, right into the bushes
Run right on 'em, while them niggas lookin'
Blood in my eyes, they tryna get me
I'm the most wanted in my city
I'm the most hated in my city
Gotta watch out for them niggas who gon' envy
See, the trenches had made us (made us)
Lil' nigga, get my weight up (weight up)
Hard work and dedication (hard work and dedication)
Street niggas need a prayer (yeah)
Street niggas need a prayer (yeah)
Street niggas need a prayer (yeah)
Street niggas need a prayer (yeah)
Street niggas need a prayer (yeah)
I don't like to brag about the shit that I done
I took good care of the streets, I'm a icon
I got snaked by some niggas, took care of my son
I ain't put that on they lawyer, got them title
The way you wrote that statement you a writer
You old on 'em in the station, gave 'em right up
DD did time with no lawyer, he a survivor
I'ma cut your ass right off, hang with my rivals
Catch a case while you a felon, I say it's my gun
They got my picture in the feds, say I'm a Disciple
They say I switched up 'cause I don't believe in the Bible
First time on the head, I kept my eyes closed
Only nigga I'm scared of is John Doe
And no support'll make your time slow
Just a real nigga without trying to
See, the trenches had made us (made us)
Lil' nigga, get my weight up (weight up)
Hard work and dedication (hard work and dedication)
Street niggas need a prayer (prayer)
Street niggas need a prayer (prayer)
Street niggas need a prayer (prayer)
Street niggas need a prayer (prayer)
Street niggas need a prayer (prayer)
It be your dwag, it be your dawg
That shit's so crazy, what happened to Law
When the streets took Baby D, it had came with a flaw
Granny asked me, "Where Newski at?" It's crushing my heart
Tryna smoke on some Zazas, just pass me the tops
The reason I can't trust y'all, you're talking to opps
That shit be strange when they say they love you
They say I changed when I got a hunnid
You can't complain 'cause I've been a hunnid
Them war time inside the trenches, buying different bullets
Hop out a Cutlass, right into the bushes
Run right on 'em, while them niggas lookin'
Blood in my eyes, they tryna get me
I'm the most wanted in my city
I'm the most hated in my city
Gotta watch out for them niggas who gon' envy
See, the trenches had made us (made us)
Lil' nigga, get my weight up (weight up)
Hard work and dedication (hard work and dedication)
Street niggas need a prayer (yeah)
Street niggas need a prayer (yeah)
Street niggas need a prayer (yeah)
Street niggas need a prayer (yeah)
Street niggas need a prayer (yeah)
Writer: Durk Banks, Dwan Lecurtis Jaquan Avery, Ronald N. La Tour
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, The Administration MP, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, The Administration MP, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Chiraq Demons
Yeah, yeah
I'mma be on some No Auto Herb shit
In this motherf*ckin' bro
Real Chiraq Demons, you dig?
Gang, gang
PTSD, I be off of drugs in the day
Gotta watch out for my dawg
They tryna get me out the way
I can't be around my felons
'Cause I got a pending case
Got my dawg out for one ninety
And I dropped him off a K (man, what?)
Called Johnny, no veneers
I need like ninety in the face (man, what?)
The one that died
He had like ninety to his face (man, what?)
I can't talk 'bout how he died
'Cause they gon' build another case
See what's the name here?
He came back, didn't he, bitch?
Every kinda lit
I buy Audemars
I don't be focused all the time
'Cause I buy all the cars
I buy all the guns
Herb got all the ones
Ain't no G-Fazos the opps buy all the lady ones (f*ck nigga)
I know God gon' keep me safe
I got my gun when I pray (Ayy)
We just found out where he stay
Can't have no fun, we gon' lay
It ain't nothin' but six shots
But I had a run with the A
Ain't nothin' less than thirty shots
When I got my son, I can't play (You know that)
He just caught five up top
Now his body numb, gon' slay (Boom-boom-boom)
Lil' bro got a nigga leavin' out the club, gon' blaze
Chiraq demons, you can't save us
Cocaine, guns, that's what raised us
I told Durk n' 'em, they got buddy out the way quick
I don't blame 'em, shit
All my niggas sellin' zaza
I hope we not 'bout half a pounders
Got the rack inside the stu'
But we gon' rob the out of towners
Four-five at my crib
But your head searched my crib, he never found 'em
Lil' boy he better graduate
Before this Draco cap n' gown him
I f*cked half the strippers
I was f*cking hoopers' baby mamas
I might pull out quick
And bust up on they face, ain't use a condom
Used to call the folks a snake
Now he a snake, anaconda
Every time you look up
All the opps be dead, every summer (man, what?)
Every summer (yeah, yeah)
Every summer (yeah, yeah)
Every summer (yeah, get back gang)
Every summer (yeah, get back gang) (what?)
Every summer (yeah, get back gang)
Every summer (yeah, get back)
Every summer (yeah, get back gang)
Every summer
We on Essex with two hunnid shots every summer
Lil' foe nem be actin' wild now
'Cause we got bread comin' (f*ck)
And I know a nigga tellin'
Everytime the feds comin' (f*ck)
Would've never got your mans
You wasn't in that cell, nothin'
He a opp that know from the 'Gram
Call him fam, buddy
My lil' homie just did some bad shit
He gettin' his dreads cutted (right now)
If he got some work in my block
Plottin' on 'em, yeah they trunkin' 'em
Top shots, he pop out slumpin' 'em
They standin' under 'em (skrr)
Over 'em, boy you ain't no savage
I don't f*ck with 'em
I just saw the opps with all my chains
I ain't tuckin' 'em (shit)
And I walk right past 'em in the club
'cause I was clutchin' 'em (You know that)
Lil Durk got a fifty, I got fifty
it's a buck on 'em (man, what?)
Every summer (yeah, yeah)
Every summer (yeah, yeah)
Every summer (yeah, get back gang)
Every summer (yeah, get back gang) (what?)
Every summer (yeah, get back gang)
Every summer (yeah, get back)
Every summer (yeah, get back gang)
Every summer (man, what?)
I'mma be on some No Auto Herb shit
In this motherf*ckin' bro
Real Chiraq Demons, you dig?
Gang, gang
PTSD, I be off of drugs in the day
Gotta watch out for my dawg
They tryna get me out the way
I can't be around my felons
'Cause I got a pending case
Got my dawg out for one ninety
And I dropped him off a K (man, what?)
Called Johnny, no veneers
I need like ninety in the face (man, what?)
The one that died
He had like ninety to his face (man, what?)
I can't talk 'bout how he died
'Cause they gon' build another case
See what's the name here?
He came back, didn't he, bitch?
Every kinda lit
I buy Audemars
I don't be focused all the time
'Cause I buy all the cars
I buy all the guns
Herb got all the ones
Ain't no G-Fazos the opps buy all the lady ones (f*ck nigga)
I know God gon' keep me safe
I got my gun when I pray (Ayy)
We just found out where he stay
Can't have no fun, we gon' lay
It ain't nothin' but six shots
But I had a run with the A
Ain't nothin' less than thirty shots
When I got my son, I can't play (You know that)
He just caught five up top
Now his body numb, gon' slay (Boom-boom-boom)
Lil' bro got a nigga leavin' out the club, gon' blaze
Chiraq demons, you can't save us
Cocaine, guns, that's what raised us
I told Durk n' 'em, they got buddy out the way quick
I don't blame 'em, shit
All my niggas sellin' zaza
I hope we not 'bout half a pounders
Got the rack inside the stu'
But we gon' rob the out of towners
Four-five at my crib
But your head searched my crib, he never found 'em
Lil' boy he better graduate
Before this Draco cap n' gown him
I f*cked half the strippers
I was f*cking hoopers' baby mamas
I might pull out quick
And bust up on they face, ain't use a condom
Used to call the folks a snake
Now he a snake, anaconda
Every time you look up
All the opps be dead, every summer (man, what?)
Every summer (yeah, yeah)
Every summer (yeah, yeah)
Every summer (yeah, get back gang)
Every summer (yeah, get back gang) (what?)
Every summer (yeah, get back gang)
Every summer (yeah, get back)
Every summer (yeah, get back gang)
Every summer
We on Essex with two hunnid shots every summer
Lil' foe nem be actin' wild now
'Cause we got bread comin' (f*ck)
And I know a nigga tellin'
Everytime the feds comin' (f*ck)
Would've never got your mans
You wasn't in that cell, nothin'
He a opp that know from the 'Gram
Call him fam, buddy
My lil' homie just did some bad shit
He gettin' his dreads cutted (right now)
If he got some work in my block
Plottin' on 'em, yeah they trunkin' 'em
Top shots, he pop out slumpin' 'em
They standin' under 'em (skrr)
Over 'em, boy you ain't no savage
I don't f*ck with 'em
I just saw the opps with all my chains
I ain't tuckin' 'em (shit)
And I walk right past 'em in the club
'cause I was clutchin' 'em (You know that)
Lil Durk got a fifty, I got fifty
it's a buck on 'em (man, what?)
Every summer (yeah, yeah)
Every summer (yeah, yeah)
Every summer (yeah, get back gang)
Every summer (yeah, get back gang) (what?)
Every summer (yeah, get back gang)
Every summer (yeah, get back)
Every summer (yeah, get back gang)
Every summer (man, what?)
Writer: Herbert III Wright, Durk D. Banks, Dequin Ramey
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Doing Too Much
(Leo, flip the beat, yo)
I can't deny what I did with the bitch
Maison Margiela's, I got it from Kith
Different type of nigga they say I'm diff
Fresh out a shootout, they hop in the Lyft
Police came by when I wasn't in the crib
Ain't no denying, I know what I did
She can't deny what she did for the weed
Call for a bitch, just swallow my kids
I done did dirt in the streets I regret it
You ain't got money, could play with your credit
I am a addict, I do not regret it
I gave him a gun and he shooting like Reddick
Bad bitch, yeah I got a fetish
105 thou' just for the Patek
Never tell niggas I love I ain't got it
(Never tell niggas I love I love I ain't)
Off of them drugs, he boot up
You run in the club, he shoot up
I come from the mud, I'm too up
They didn't show me love, I grew up
I'm mixing these drugs, it's too much
Look at me now, I grew up
Look at me now, I grew up
Look at me now, I'm too much
Sport car, how is you cruise? (Let's get it)
I gave you my love, you abused it (let's get it)
Your nigga ain't shit, he a goofy (he a doofus)
Give him a check, he'll shoot him ruthless
Look at this car, this bitch be zooming, zoom
Metro Booming, boom
Why you say shit that you won't do? (Let's get it)
I can't imagine going back broke
You will stay rich when you claim you poor
You broke my heart, but you play him, you know
It is what it is, you know what you know
I am the realest, for real, fasho
If bro nem gon' turn up with bows, let's go
We could just never fallout 'bout a ho
That shit is lame, it hurt me the most
Off of them drugs, he boot up
You run in the club, he shoot up
I come from the mud, I'm too up
They didn't show me love, I grew up
I'm mixing these drugs, it's too much
Look at me now, I grew up
Look at me now, I grew up
Look at me now, I'm too much
I can't deny what I did with the bitch
Maison Margiela's, I got it from Kith
Different type of nigga they say I'm diff
Fresh out a shootout, they hop in the Lyft
Police came by when I wasn't in the crib
Ain't no denying, I know what I did
She can't deny what she did for the weed
Call for a bitch, just swallow my kids
I done did dirt in the streets I regret it
You ain't got money, could play with your credit
I am a addict, I do not regret it
I gave him a gun and he shooting like Reddick
Bad bitch, yeah I got a fetish
105 thou' just for the Patek
Never tell niggas I love I ain't got it
(Never tell niggas I love I love I ain't)
Off of them drugs, he boot up
You run in the club, he shoot up
I come from the mud, I'm too up
They didn't show me love, I grew up
I'm mixing these drugs, it's too much
Look at me now, I grew up
Look at me now, I grew up
Look at me now, I'm too much
Sport car, how is you cruise? (Let's get it)
I gave you my love, you abused it (let's get it)
Your nigga ain't shit, he a goofy (he a doofus)
Give him a check, he'll shoot him ruthless
Look at this car, this bitch be zooming, zoom
Metro Booming, boom
Why you say shit that you won't do? (Let's get it)
I can't imagine going back broke
You will stay rich when you claim you poor
You broke my heart, but you play him, you know
It is what it is, you know what you know
I am the realest, for real, fasho
If bro nem gon' turn up with bows, let's go
We could just never fallout 'bout a ho
That shit is lame, it hurt me the most
Off of them drugs, he boot up
You run in the club, he shoot up
I come from the mud, I'm too up
They didn't show me love, I grew up
I'm mixing these drugs, it's too much
Look at me now, I grew up
Look at me now, I grew up
Look at me now, I'm too much
Writer: Durk Banks, John Wesley Lucas, Roshwita Bacha
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Broke Up In Miami
(TouchofTrent be wylin' with it)
Put my dick in her oven, mm
Girl, you took my bitch, won't put my dick in her buddy, hmm
She done flew to Florida with all her buddies, hmm
Fell out, she stopped texting me all of a sudden, hmm
She text me say, I'm embarrassing her in public, hmm
I can't lie, I thought about you in customs, hmm
She fell in love with me, not my money, hmm
She tell me, "Keep going" when she cumming, hmm
I'm tryna put a boy in her tummy, hmm
Do you love me? (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Do you love me? (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Do you love me? (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Do you love me? (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Don't talk about bitches in my past, you know that pussy old
You can go out of town for a hunnid days, I know that pussy closed
You ain't gon' play, you gon' bring my drugs, make sure that cookie rolled
Come around my dawgs, ain't tryna kick it, playin' that sister role
Even on bad terms, ain't no giving out information
They ask me something I won't respond, that shit verification
You get mad when I nonchalant, 'cause I don't be thinking it's major
They be mad I'm nonchalant 'cause I don't respond to them haters, uh (woo, yeah)
When you put numbers on true love you can't fake the amount
And I'm worldwide with who I love this not a fake account
I cover your mouth when we f*ck, 'cause you hate to shout, mm, mm
Do you love me? (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Do you love me? (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Do you love me? (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Do you love me? (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) Yeah, yeah, whoa, whoa
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Yeah, yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Put my dick in her oven, mm
Girl, you took my bitch, won't put my dick in her buddy, hmm
She done flew to Florida with all her buddies, hmm
Fell out, she stopped texting me all of a sudden, hmm
She text me say, I'm embarrassing her in public, hmm
I can't lie, I thought about you in customs, hmm
She fell in love with me, not my money, hmm
She tell me, "Keep going" when she cumming, hmm
I'm tryna put a boy in her tummy, hmm
Do you love me? (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Do you love me? (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Do you love me? (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Do you love me? (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Don't talk about bitches in my past, you know that pussy old
You can go out of town for a hunnid days, I know that pussy closed
You ain't gon' play, you gon' bring my drugs, make sure that cookie rolled
Come around my dawgs, ain't tryna kick it, playin' that sister role
Even on bad terms, ain't no giving out information
They ask me something I won't respond, that shit verification
You get mad when I nonchalant, 'cause I don't be thinking it's major
They be mad I'm nonchalant 'cause I don't respond to them haters, uh (woo, yeah)
When you put numbers on true love you can't fake the amount
And I'm worldwide with who I love this not a fake account
I cover your mouth when we f*ck, 'cause you hate to shout, mm, mm
Do you love me? (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Do you love me? (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Do you love me? (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Do you love me? (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) Yeah, yeah, whoa, whoa
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Yeah, yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer: Durk Banks, Scott Slider, Trenton Turner, Hagan Lange
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Turn Myself In
Ooh
Squat made the beat
Turn me up, Josh
Ooh
Go Grizz
Ooh
W-W-W-Winner's Circle
Yeah, yeah, yeah, God, can you hear me?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't really with me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, main homies turned against me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, heard the story, think I'm finished
Yeah, yeah, yeah, give my lawyer a hundred and fifty
Ooh, oh
I wish I would turn myself in before I f*ck one last time
I wish I would turn myself in before I pour up one pint
I wish I would turn myself in without kissin' my kids, no, it ain't right
I wish I would turn myself in without playin' that shit back that night
I wish I would turn myself in without droppin' my album
I wish I would put trust in a nigga knowin' they goin' sour
I told 'em I wish I would, I f*ck her in the butt, go douche
Told her put a big bag on my books, make sure my artists get pushed
Look up at the judge, can't look, stay makin' up lies for sure
I'm a innocent man for sure, it is what it is for sure
Nobody gon' ride, had a warrant so I can't hide
India gon' stay by my side, I did a song with Chance tonight
He gave me positive vibes, to better my image for life
I turn myself in tonight, head down with these cuffs on, then read me my rights
Yeah, yeah, yeah, God, can you hear me?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't really with me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, main homies turned against me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, heard the story, think I'm finished
Yeah, yeah, yeah, give my lawyer a hundred and fifty
Ooh, oh
I got 5 million followers, I need 5 million dollars
I scream "Free Melly" from my cell even though they ain't got 'em
Mmm, free Von, free Zoo, even though they got the same problem
Mmm, false accusation, why they name droppin'?
They wanna know if I'm rappin' or robbin', takin' these drugs for family problems
I get a call, I call my mama, mmm, I'm sorry
I get a bond, I'm givin' them property, no, I can't tell, that's part of the policy
If you don't f*ck with me, nigga, then f*ck you, but I show love for niggas apart of me
I went from Margielas to state shoes, Amiri denims to jump suits
Locked in a cell with a curfew, in population, they can hurt you
No PC, commissary and receipts, fan mail, I gotta reread
New rappers wanna be me, can't be me, I'm gangsta
Yeah, yeah, yeah, God, can you hear me?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't really with me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, main homies turned against me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, heard the story, think I'm finished
Yeah, yeah, yeah, give my lawyer a hundred and fifty
Ooh, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, God, can you hear me?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't really with me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, main homies turned against me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, heard the story, think I'm finished
Yeah, yeah, yeah, give my lawyer a hundred and fifty
Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't really with me
Squat made the beat
Turn me up, Josh
Ooh
Go Grizz
Ooh
W-W-W-Winner's Circle
Yeah, yeah, yeah, God, can you hear me?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't really with me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, main homies turned against me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, heard the story, think I'm finished
Yeah, yeah, yeah, give my lawyer a hundred and fifty
Ooh, oh
I wish I would turn myself in before I f*ck one last time
I wish I would turn myself in before I pour up one pint
I wish I would turn myself in without kissin' my kids, no, it ain't right
I wish I would turn myself in without playin' that shit back that night
I wish I would turn myself in without droppin' my album
I wish I would put trust in a nigga knowin' they goin' sour
I told 'em I wish I would, I f*ck her in the butt, go douche
Told her put a big bag on my books, make sure my artists get pushed
Look up at the judge, can't look, stay makin' up lies for sure
I'm a innocent man for sure, it is what it is for sure
Nobody gon' ride, had a warrant so I can't hide
India gon' stay by my side, I did a song with Chance tonight
He gave me positive vibes, to better my image for life
I turn myself in tonight, head down with these cuffs on, then read me my rights
Yeah, yeah, yeah, God, can you hear me?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't really with me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, main homies turned against me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, heard the story, think I'm finished
Yeah, yeah, yeah, give my lawyer a hundred and fifty
Ooh, oh
I got 5 million followers, I need 5 million dollars
I scream "Free Melly" from my cell even though they ain't got 'em
Mmm, free Von, free Zoo, even though they got the same problem
Mmm, false accusation, why they name droppin'?
They wanna know if I'm rappin' or robbin', takin' these drugs for family problems
I get a call, I call my mama, mmm, I'm sorry
I get a bond, I'm givin' them property, no, I can't tell, that's part of the policy
If you don't f*ck with me, nigga, then f*ck you, but I show love for niggas apart of me
I went from Margielas to state shoes, Amiri denims to jump suits
Locked in a cell with a curfew, in population, they can hurt you
No PC, commissary and receipts, fan mail, I gotta reread
New rappers wanna be me, can't be me, I'm gangsta
Yeah, yeah, yeah, God, can you hear me?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't really with me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, main homies turned against me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, heard the story, think I'm finished
Yeah, yeah, yeah, give my lawyer a hundred and fifty
Ooh, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, God, can you hear me?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't really with me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, main homies turned against me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, heard the story, think I'm finished
Yeah, yeah, yeah, give my lawyer a hundred and fifty
Yeah, yeah, yeah, niggas ain't really with me
Writer: Durk Banks, Joshua Samuel, Julius Rivera, Kevin Price
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Fabricated
Tryna get a check, they was procrastinating
I stay around killers, I stay around robbers, they keepin' me motivated
My brother was dropping me off with my blick, he knew I'm intoxicated
I'm gonna get Ditti his bond at 90, I don't want him incarcerated
I told him, "I ain't make it just because I'm hot, I gotta get nominated"
I gotta go turn up and get me a check and I can't keep my mama waiting
I put my Perc in my lean, but I wasn't sharing lean
2100 on jeans, but I was sharing jeans
Feds come, hide in closet
Car stop, stash the molly
They talk bad about me
They say I'm Illuminati
They say I don't talk to the jails
He ain't buy no guns through Zelle
He ain't send no pounds through mail
He don't be on the block for real
F*ck him, he gon' die for real
Lowkey, he a clown, for real
He don't do it for his guys, for real
He stay out of town for real
What he do in his raps, he lying
He doing shows, no time to kill
I love 'em deep, they turned they back on me, them signs for real, mm
Think what you want, ain't tryna clear no rumors up
Think what you want, I know they do not f*ck with us
I made this, say what you want, I brought the block
He had the chance to tell on niggas, he gave 'em up
They don't f*ck with you for real (I know)
They don't love you for real (I know)
They don't appreciate your skill (I know)
They don't care if you die or live
Knowin' your vibe be fake and crazy, that's why me, I keep it the realest
Nigga did something to you, you ain't did shit back, 'cause supposed to be one of them killers
You be the one who be sleep on the block in the car with the Glock, but you a gorilla
I give 'em money to handle they business, they spinning the block back to back like a Triller
'Posed to be gang, they said I changed, they making me mad, I'ma tell them I did it
I'm talking the worst way, I helped niggas out on their birthday
We shouldn't have been cool in the first place
I was supporting your court date
Sneak up on opps, make them urinate
Sleep in the trap 'til our shirt stink, ooh, ooh, oh
Think what you want, ain't tryna clear no rumors up
Think what you want, I know they do not f*ck with us
I made this, say what you want, I brought the block
He had the chance to tell on niggas, he gave 'em up
They don't f*ck with you for real (I know)
They don't love you for real (I know)
They don't appreciate your skill (I know)
They don't care if you die or live
I stay around killers, I stay around robbers, they keepin' me motivated
My brother was dropping me off with my blick, he knew I'm intoxicated
I'm gonna get Ditti his bond at 90, I don't want him incarcerated
I told him, "I ain't make it just because I'm hot, I gotta get nominated"
I gotta go turn up and get me a check and I can't keep my mama waiting
I put my Perc in my lean, but I wasn't sharing lean
2100 on jeans, but I was sharing jeans
Feds come, hide in closet
Car stop, stash the molly
They talk bad about me
They say I'm Illuminati
They say I don't talk to the jails
He ain't buy no guns through Zelle
He ain't send no pounds through mail
He don't be on the block for real
F*ck him, he gon' die for real
Lowkey, he a clown, for real
He don't do it for his guys, for real
He stay out of town for real
What he do in his raps, he lying
He doing shows, no time to kill
I love 'em deep, they turned they back on me, them signs for real, mm
Think what you want, ain't tryna clear no rumors up
Think what you want, I know they do not f*ck with us
I made this, say what you want, I brought the block
He had the chance to tell on niggas, he gave 'em up
They don't f*ck with you for real (I know)
They don't love you for real (I know)
They don't appreciate your skill (I know)
They don't care if you die or live
Knowin' your vibe be fake and crazy, that's why me, I keep it the realest
Nigga did something to you, you ain't did shit back, 'cause supposed to be one of them killers
You be the one who be sleep on the block in the car with the Glock, but you a gorilla
I give 'em money to handle they business, they spinning the block back to back like a Triller
'Posed to be gang, they said I changed, they making me mad, I'ma tell them I did it
I'm talking the worst way, I helped niggas out on their birthday
We shouldn't have been cool in the first place
I was supporting your court date
Sneak up on opps, make them urinate
Sleep in the trap 'til our shirt stink, ooh, ooh, oh
Think what you want, ain't tryna clear no rumors up
Think what you want, I know they do not f*ck with us
I made this, say what you want, I brought the block
He had the chance to tell on niggas, he gave 'em up
They don't f*ck with you for real (I know)
They don't love you for real (I know)
They don't appreciate your skill (I know)
They don't care if you die or live
Writer: Anthony Beecham, Durk Banks, Dwan Lecurtis Jaquan Avery, Michael James O'Brien
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Just Cause Y'all Waited 2 is the fifth studio album by American rapper Lil Durk. It was released on May 8, 2020, by Only the Family, Alamo Records and Geffen Records, serving as a sequel to his 2018 Just Cause Y'all Waited mixtape. It features guest appearances from Lil Baby, Polo G, Gunna, and G Herbo.
A deluxe edition of the album was released on June 26, 2020, with seven additional tracks, propelling the album to a new peak of number two on the Billboard 200.
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Lil DurkA deluxe edition of the album was released on June 26, 2020, with seven additional tracks, propelling the album to a new peak of number two on the Billboard 200.
Genre(s): Drill
Producer(s): 12Hunna, Aviator Keyyz, AyeTM, Ayo Bleu, Based Kash, Cardo, Carl Paul, Cicero, DJ FMCT, Deezy, DY, ForeignGotEm, Geraldo Liive, Go Grizzly, Hagan, John Lam, JW Lucas, KidWond3r, LosTheProducer, Morgan O'Connor, Neal, Roselilah, Slider, Squat Beats, Touch of Trent, Tre Gilliam, TurnMeUpJosh, Uncle Cameron, Will A Fool, Young Cutta, YoungT
Length: 52:12
Released: May 8th, 2020
Year: 2020