• Tag Archives Lil Durk
  • Nav – I’m Up Lyrics

    (Tay Keith, what the f*ck up, nigga?)
    (Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
    Tay Keith

    I don’t give a f*ck, I’m up, I crashed my Lambo truck four times (Skrrt)
    Shout out Lil Durk, my hitters got sticks like Rondo Number Nine (Brrt; yeah)
    I done got rich, my Rollies don’t tick-tock but it still tell the time (Time; yeah)
    f*ckin’ your bitch in Louis V flip flop, tryna blow out her spine (Yeah)
    f*ckgirls stallin’ (Yeah), you ain’t gettin’ in (Yeah), don’t waste my time (Yeah)
    Tryna slow down, tryna chill but nothin’ but workin’ on my mind (Yeah)
    Baby I’m ballin’ (Woah), pop another X (Woah) and go over time (Woah)
    She won’t stop callin’, gotta block her number, get off my line

    Yeah, I eat good, I’m stackin’ up calories
    Poppin’ these pills to burn ’em off
    Got a new coupe seats peanut butter tan
    I’m drivin’ ’round the city with the top off (Skrrt)
    Started out broke as a joke with a plan, I turned into the top dog Came from the streets, got a lot of respect, it don’t cost to get ’em knocked off

    Burp, burp, burp, yeah
    Bullets, they bite they hurt, yeah (Bite)
    Treat my bitch the worst, yeah
    Tryna’ put a stick in her purse, yeah (Woah)
    You can take me out the streets but the streets will never be outta me (Outta me)
    I don’t gotta prove myself for shit
    If you run up on me, you gon’ see (Right now)
    Chirp, chirp, chirp, yeah
    I get birds for sure, yeah
    Lurk, lurk, lurk, yeah
    One call, killers gon’ lurk, yeah (Lurkin’)
    Lately, it feel like everybody tryna get reactions out of me (Me)
    Gotta play it cool on the internet but I’m a savage in reality (Uh)

    Two hundred plus on the digital dash

    200k, that’s in physical cash
    Stop all the hate with your miserable ass
    Got me your shorty, your physical bad (Yeah)
    Run it up, you could put it on my tab
    Shit that I got I thought I’d never had
    Fresh out the lot, I got on paper tags
    Smokin’ exotic, you can’t get a drag
    Long laces and my shorts Rick Owen
    Turn off the lights and my neck still glowin’
    I’m the type to pull up with vibes and they blowin’
    Where I’m from, people get shot when it’s snowin’
    My brother can’t read but he still got a sentence
    Had to fall back, now I’m back with a vengeance
    I get ’em short and I stack up my tennis
    Empty my bank account, then I replenish

    Yeah, I eat good, I’m stackin’ up calories
    Poppin’ these pills to burn ’em off
    Got a new coupe seats peanut butter tan
    I’m drivin’ ’round the city with the top off (Skrrt)
    Started out broke as a joke with a plan, I turned into the top dog Came from the streets, got a lot of respect, it don’t cost to get ’em knocked off

    Burp, burp, burp, yeah
    Bullets, they bite they hurt, yeah (Bite)
    Treat my bitch the worst, yeah
    Tryna’ put a stick in her purse, yeah (Woah)
    You can take me out the streets but the streets will never be outta me (Outta me)
    I don’t gotta prove myself for shit
    If you run up on me, you gon’ see (Right now)
    Chirp, chirp, chirp, yeah
    I get birds for sure, yeah
    Lurk, lurk, lurk, yeah
    One call, killers gon’ lurk, yeah (Lurkin’)
    Lately, it feel like everybody tryna get reactions out of me (Me)
    Gotta play it cool on the internet but I’m a savage in reality (Uh)


  • Lil Durk – Extravagant Lyrics

    Play this song

    [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)


  • G Herbo – 4 Nem Lyrics

    [Intro]
    G Herbo, gang gang
    150 Dream Team, gang shit bitch
    You know what I’m sayin’
    150, 300, shoutout Durkio, ya know
    Ay, foenem, on foenem

    [Hook]
    I might buy a wig, I fucked a model bitch on foenem’
    How you wife that bitch? We all fucked the hoe before him
    GB with me, plus I buy my pipes from O’nem
    Pigs at my granny door, don”t ask me shit, don’t know them
    I be off the Percs on foenem, you be on shirts, on foenem
    One call they lurk, on folks nem’, you don’t wanna see foenem’
    On foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’

    [Verse 1]
    First off, lets be clear as fuck, the opps we let off
    Shots with foenem, I be all up in the Gucci store clutching
    The Glock, yea you know I be shopping a lot
    Dashing the two door, don’t care if I’m solo or not
    Call me “Swervo” it’s off with the top
    I see the enemy, on sight it’s off with his top
    Even though I like talking a lot
    Tried to stay up in the trap, fell asleep off the drop
    Woke up, walked on the block, something told me
    To mix Ecstasy with the Codeine, must of been
    Kobe talking to Roc, lately I keep switching states
    And a lot of new faces keep hating, don’t know why
    I don’t know them, foreigns in traffic with foenem
    And four seaters, .40’s, we 4 deep, you know we got 4 ‘dem

    [Hook]
    I might buy a wig, I fucked a model bitch on foenem’
    How you wife that bitch? We all fucked the hoe before him
    GB with me, plus I buy my pipes from O’nem
    Pigs at my granny door, don”t ask me shit, don’t know them
    I be off the Percs on foenem, you be on shirts, on foenem
    One call they lurk, on folks nem’, you don’t wanna see foenem’
    On foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’

    [Verse 2]
    G Herbo, yea that’s that nigga, you know him
    He getting that money, on foenem
    600 Horse like a rodeo, in that new Bent with that
    Rollie on, sweater by Kenzo from Tokyo
    I’m from No Limit so I’m reppin’ Vito and Fazo
    With Kobe and Roc that’s big bro nem’
    Fuck with real niggas, so Lil Durk, he know how
    We rock, OTF, 0-6 foenem, that’s foenem
    Walked in the spot, looking for your lil hoe nem’
    Clips is extended, we toting them please don’t get hit up
    Niggas be mad hating on foenem’ about hoes we been
    Fuckin before them, don’t even come near us
    Pass out them head-shots, they have to shovel a lil
    Nigga shit up. can’t even sit up, hollow tips put him
    In shock, now he holding his breath like a hiccup

    [Hook]
    I might buy a wig, I fucked a model bitch on foenem’
    How you wife that bitch? We all fucked the hoe before him
    GB with me, plus I buy my pipes from O’nem
    Pigs at my granny door, don”t ask me shit, don’t know them
    I be off the Percs on foenem, you be on shirts, on foenem
    One call they lurk, on folks nem’, you don’t wanna see foenem’
    On foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’


  • 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


(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