Kim Kardashian Wears Wedding Dress At Kanye West’s ‘Donda’ Listening Event

Kim Kardashian Wears Wedding Dress At Kanye West’s ‘Donda’ Listening Event

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Kim Kardashian made a surprise appearance in a wedding gown at Kanye West’s latest ‘DONDA’ event in Chicago on August 26.

Kim Kardashian did much more than just support her estranged husband Kanye West at his latest Donda listening event on August 26. This time around, instead of just sitting in the audience, she got in on the action by taking center stage with him, while wearing a wedding gown. Watch the video below!

Kim Kardashian shows up in a wedding dress at the end of Kanye West’s DONDA listening event.👀👰‍♀️ pic.twitter.com/sCl2VRv66e

— Hip Hop Ties (@HipHopTiesMedia) August 27, 2021

After previously holding two listening events for his new album in Atlanta’s Mercedes Benz Stadium – which were attended by Kim and their four kids, —  Kanye, 44, took the show to Solider Field in his native Chicago, delivering a spectacle that required no proof of vaccine or negative COVID test, but included recreating his childhood home in the middle of the stadium. And fans went wild when Kim showed up outside that childhood home in a Balenciaga Couture dress during the song “No Child Left Behind,” which was the final song of the night.

Does this mean they’re getting back together? That remains to be seen, but Kim filed for divorce from Kanye in February so their split could be finalized any day now. TMZ claims that Kim and Kanye are “forever family”, and “they have always supported the other’s endeavors and will continue to do that in the future, whether it be a collaborative effort or not.” Their source added, “Kim was happy to do it for Kanye and the event, which was so important to him.”

As for the music itself? Well, at this point, it remains to be seen if this is how Kanye (who recently filed paperwork to legally change his name from Kanye Omani West just “Ye”) will tour DONDA instead of the conventional way. Though Kanye hasn’t rapped or sung at these listening parties, it would be wrong not to call them performance. With distinctive costumes, unique sets, and emotionally charged music, the DONDA listening parties have been an experience.


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Kanye West at the first DONDA listening party. (Dana Mixer / MEGA)

These listening parties may also be the only way that DONDA could be performed live. The album – which could contain up to thirty tracks, per Genius – boasts more (unconfirmed) features than a DJ Khaled project. The Weeknd, Lil Baby, Travis Scott, Baby Keem, Playboi Carti, Lil Durk, Young Thug, Kid Cudi, Chris Brown, Roddy Ricch, Jay Electronica, The LOX, the late Pop Smoke, Jay-Z, Don Toliver, Ty Dola $ign, Tyler, The Creator, and Snoop Dogg are just some of the names and voices that have popped up during these listening parties.

Jay and Ye’s reunion on DONDA marked the first time in five years that they were on the same song. Before that? The two worked together on 2016’s “Pop Style” by…Drake. In a case of odd timing, Drake, 34, and Ye recently reignited their longstanding rivalry. This latest clashing of egos began in July when Kanye collaborator Consequence tweeted, “We’re looking for the [Drake] drop date,” insinuating that Ye wanted to release DONDA the same day that Drake’s delayed/long-awaited album, Certified Lover Boy (h/t Complex.)

It would put the two albums in direct competition of each other, and be a way for Ye to (presumably) score a victory over Drake, since the hype for DONDA has dwarfed that of CLB. Less than a week after that tweet, Drake went on SiriusXM’s Sound 42’s Fri Yiy Friday to say that the album was done, “and that’s for anyone in the way.” Some interpreted that as a message for Kanye. During the second DONDA release party, Kanye had seemingly added some lyrics to “Junya” with Playboy Carti. “Move out of the way of my release/ Tryna get me off my Qs and Ps/ Why can’t losers never lose in peace? Ain’t nobody ‘round me losing sleep/ Better find God ‘fore he find me,” rapped Ye.

Kanye in the spotlight of the first DONDA listening party. (Dana Mixer / MEGA)

Drake seemingly responded in his verse on Trippie Redd’s “Betrayal,” rapping, “All these fools I’m beefin’ that I barely know/ Forty-five, forty-four (Burned out), let it go/ Ye ain’t changin’ shit for me, it’s set in stone.” Consequence, Kanye, and Pusha-T are all 44-years-old. On the same day as “Betrayal’s release, Kanye posted a screenshot of a group chat message (which supposedly included Drake?) on his Instagram. In the now-deleted post, Kanye had first posted an image of Joaquin Phoenix’s Joker. “I live for this,” he wrote. “I’ve been f-cked by nerd ass jock n—-s like you my whole life. You will never recover. I promise you.”

While this posturing might seem childish between two well-established artists, it has done wonders for hyping up Ye and Drake’s respective albums. As to when fans can finally listen to those albums? DONDA was initially set for a July 23 release date. It failed to make that deadline. A second release date was set for Aug. 6. It did not arrive then, either. The album’s Apple Music page listed it for Aug. 15, but that day also came and went without a new album. Ahead of the Chicago listening party, Kanye’s manager, Abou “Bu” Thiam, said that the album was done and would drop after the Soldier Field event, per Hypebeast. As of Wednesday, Certified Lover Boy has no release date.

King Von: 5 Things To Know About Rapper Reportedly Killed In Atlanta in Violent Gun Fight

King Von: 5 Things To Know About Rapper Reportedly Killed In Atlanta in Violent Gun Fight







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The life of a rising hip-hop star has been cut short. King Von was reportedly shot and killed along with two others in an Atlanta nightclub. Here’s what we know so far.

King Von, 26, was among those involved in a fatal shooting at Atlanta’s Monaco Hookah Lounge in the early hours of Friday, Nov. 6, according to the Atlanta Journal-Constitution. The incident reportedly took place around 3 a.m., when an argument between two groups turned physical in the parking lot. “That physical altercation escalated into an exchange of gunfire with those groups,” Atlanta police Deputy Chief Timothy Peek said at a press conference about the shooting. “Two police officers who were working at that particular club, or lounge, noticed the altercation and engaged some of the people involved. There was an exchange of gunfire with police as well.”

Two men were killed at the scene, while King Von (real name Dayvon Bennett) later died at a hospital. Two more people who were shot in the incident were stable. “It is our understanding Dayvon Bennett, aka King Von, was shot and killed during this morning’s shooting and we are seeing rumors being spread indicating he was shot and killed by APD officers,” Atlanta police spokesman Officer Anthony Grant said in a statement to HollywoodLife.

“At this time, our investigators believe Mr. Bennett was shot during the initial shootout between the two groups of males, prior to police responding and attempting to stop the shooting. Additionally, Mr. Bennett was not located at the scene, but arrived at a hospital shortly after the shooting, via private vehicle. The investigation into this incident remains open and very active.” As the authorities continue their investigation, here’s what you need to know about King Von.

King Von was shot and killed in a shooting on Nov. 6, 2020 (YouTube)

1. He was from Chicago. Dayvon Daquan Bennett was born in Chicago, and grew up in Parkway Gardens, near the corner of 64 th and Martin Luther King Drive in the South Side. A saying of his, “We not from 63rd,” became a favorite of his fans. “I’m from 64th and 65th, and just not from 63rd,” he told Billboard earlier in 2020.  “It was just in a song and everybody liked it. You know how it goes, the people really make something what it is. I just put it in a song and they ran with it. It’s a whole trend now.

2. King Von had just dropped an album. King Von just dropped Welcome To O Block, named after his neighborhood in Chicago. The project, released on Oct. 30, comes mere months after he released Levon James.

3. King James’s son was a fan. Yeah, I f–k with LeBron hard. He’s my favorite basketball player,” King Von told Billboard. “LeBron’s son Bronny too. I f–k with him. We talked through Instagram about “Crazy Story.” He told me they play my s–t a lot.”

4. He had a handful of beef with other rappers. Though King Von was a relative newcomer to the hip-hop world, he beefed like a solid veteran. He was one of the first people to blast 6ix9ine after the controversial rapper went to O-block in Chicago to post a video of himself mockingly kneeling where Lil Durk’s cousin was killed, per Hot New Hip Hop. “That shit with 6ix9ine, that shit ain’t cool. They got this man running around and it’s funny and shit. That shit ain’t funny, gang.” He also expressed disappointment with Nicki Minaj for collaborating with Tekashi on “Trollz.” (“Damn, I used to love Nicki Minaj.”) He also clashed with FBG Duck and Famous Dex.

King Von’s death was mourned by many online. (King Von/Youtube)

5. King Von had a history of legal issues. As a teen, Von was arrested multiple times, and these stories would influence his music. Von reportedly spent three-and-a-half years in prison while awaiting trial for a 2014 fatal shooting in Englewood, per Hot New Hip Hop. Von would eventually be acquitted of the charges, but he would be arrested again in February 2019 for attempted murder.

Von and fellow rapper Lil Durk were accused of robbing and shooting a man outside a popular Atlanta drive-in, per Fox 10. Because of the ongoing nature of the trial. Von and Durk were not allowed to see each other. “Yeah, I’m on house arrest,” Von told Billboard in May. “I can leave for work purposes, but other than that, I’m in the house working. I can’t do anything right now. I’m in the house making songs, writing, and recording. I make videos and go to check-ins.”

Justin Bieber & J Balvin Team Up To Remix 24kGoldn & Iann Dior’s Viral Hit ‘Mood’

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Yes, 24kGoldn and Iann Dior’s new remix is a whole ‘mood,’ thanks to Justin Bieber and J Balvin. Biebs and the Reggaeton superstar jumped on this new version of Iann and 24kGoldn’s track and it’s as amazing as you think it is.

What do you do when your song has already topped the Billboard Hot 100? Recruit two of the biggest names in music for the remix, of course! 24kGoldn, the hip-hop sensation out of the Bay Area, teamed with Puerto Rico’s iann dior to capture a whole “mood” with their lively jam. To keep the vibe going (and to possibly get the song back at the No. 1 position), the duo reunited Justin Bieber and J Balvin on the remix. Each superstar added a cheeky verse in their signature styles.

“I know at times I can have a couple screws loose / I’m tryna connect to your body, girl, like it’s Bluetooth,” Justin sings in his verse, delivering his usual smooth harmonies paired with lyrics that just slightly veer into R-rated territory. Meanwhile, J Balvin sang his entire verse in Spanish, and also got playful with lyrics that translated to lines like, “If I take out your genie, I will not rub your lamp again.” The new remix also came with a lyric video inspired by retro video games, which you can watch above.

“Mood” entered the Billboard Hot 100 at No. 84 in late August, and quickly skyrocketed up the chart. In its second week, it reached No. 26, and continued to climb. It cracked the Top 10 four weeks after entering the chart and hung around near the top the following month. It jockeyed with heavy hitters like Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion’s “WAP,” BTS’s “Dynamite,” Drake and Lil Durk’s “Laugh Now Cry Later,” DaBaby and Roddy Ricch’s “Rockstar,” and The Weeknd’s “Blinding Lights” for position. It finally reached No. 1 the week before Halloween, and stayed there until Ariana Grande unseated it with “Positions.”

Ahead of this remix’s release, Justin had two other songs on the Hot 100: “Holy,” his collaboration with Chance The Rapper, and “Lonely,” his song with Benny Blanco. Justin topped the Billboard charts previously in 2020 with “Stuck With U,” his song with Ariana Grande. While J Balvin hasn’t replicated that Billboard Hot 100 success, he did top the Billboard U.S. Latin charts with “Un Dia,” his collab with Dua Lipa, Bad Bunny and Tainy.

https://t.co/9RLmq4aAlZ https://t.co/JWeXyGxP4b

— Justin Bieber (@justinbieber) November 4, 2020

Justin and J Balvin previously collaborated together on a remix of “Sorry,” the chart-topping smash from Justin’s 2015 album, Purpose. Earlier in 2020, Justin was seen filming a music video for “La Bomba,” a Spanish-language single he teased during an episode of his YouTube Original docuseries, Seasons, per Billboard. “La Bomba” wasn’t included on Changes, the album he dropped at the start of the year, but it’s reportedly a standalone single that features J Balvin.

Oddly enough, both Justin and J Balvin spoke about their “moods” – aka their mental health struggles – in the days before the release of this remix. In the premiere episode of Next Chapter, Justin’s new YouTube documentary, he spoke about how his massive amount of fame at such a young age drove him to a dark place. “There was so many people who were just so mean. Random people saying, ‘you suck,’ ‘you look like a girl.’ I would shake it off and act like it didn’t bother me, but that stuff bothered me,” said Justin. “There was times where I was really, really suicidal. The pain was so consistent. I was just suffering. So, I’m just like, man, I would rather not feel this than feel this.”

J Balvin also opened up with dealing with his mental health through a series of Instagram Stories. “I know I’ve been a bit absent from social media. But like every human being, I’ve been tested,” he said on Nov. 3, per Page Six. “In this case, once again I was dealing with anxiety and a bit of depression. I don’t like to act, I don’t like to fake it, ‘Ah, happiness. Everything is perfect.’ No, because I’m a human being just like everyone else and I’m also fragile and very vulnerable, possibly even more so than many of you.”

“Soon this will pass just like every storm, and I’ll be on here again talking more with you all, making jokes because just acting like it, no. I’m not up for that,” he added. “I have to always be real and share what I feel in the moment. I love you all very much.”

Drake Drops Banger Single & Music Video With Surprise Cameos While Announcing New Album

Drake Drops Banger Single & Music Video With Surprise Cameos While Announcing New Album







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Mystery solved! After Drake teased that he was releasing SOMETHING, fans found out what exactly Champagne had in store: a single ‘Laugh Now Cry Later’ off of his upcoming new ALBUM!

“TMRW MIDNIGHT,” Drake wrote on Thursday (Aug. 13) while sharing a video of him and a friend zooming around on jet skis in waters near what looks to be a luxurious, palatial mansion. And – that was it. Was Drake, 33, announcing he was going jet skiing at midnight? Was he announcing a Degrassi reboot? Was he going to confirm the growing rumors that he has a new album on the way? When the clock struck 12:00, fans found out: he dropped a hot new single “Laugh Now Cry Later” and revealed that it will be on his NEW ALBUM, which wil be titled Certified Lover Boy.

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Drake posted artwork of himself with collaborator Lil Durk to his Instagram page and wrote next to it, “Laugh Now Cry Later off my next studio album CERTIFIED LOVER BOY video link in bio.” The video was filmed at the Nike World Headquarters in Oregon and features a number of pro athletes, including the NFL’s Odell Beckham Jr. and Marshawn Lynch, as well as NBA superstar Kevin Durant.

There were rumblings and unconfirmed rumors that Drake was going to finally release the follow-up to 2018’s Scorpion this month. The publications On Smash and PopCrave reported that the album would be called Skeleton King, with the first single being a collaboration with Bruno Mars. PopCrave also tweeted-and-deleted supposed details on this alleged album, claiming it was a “12-track project” that’s based on “nearly 20 demos that the rapper wrote during his acting career days,” per Meaww.com. Clearly, something was going on with the 6 God. In early July, Drake shared an Instagram Story of him in the studio, the word “80%” written above his head, per HipHopDX. His engineer, Noel Cadastre, gave fans an update on the new album on July 28, saying that it was “90%” done, but fans were “gonna have to wait on that last 10%.”

2020 has seen plenty of music from Drake. He released his Dark Lane Demo Tapes mixtape in May, which contained the first hit – and Billboard Hot 100 No. 1 – “Toosie Slide.” It also netted Drake his twelfth consecutive Top 10 album on the Billboard 200, debuting at No. 2 behind Kenny Chesney’s Here and Now. “Pain 1993” also debuted at No. 7 in the Hot 100, tying Drake with Madonna for the most Top 10 Hits in Hot 100 history. A few weeks later, he would break the tie with “Greece” and “Popstar,” two new collabs with DJ Khaled. Drake would also collaborate with Popcaan on “All I Need” and “Twist & Turn,” two cuts from the Jamaican dancehall star’s Fixtape.

Drake performs on stage (SplashNews)

Drake’s biggest release this year may not be a song. In March, Drake posted pictures of his 2-year-old son Adonis Graham for the first time. The COVID-19 outbreak seemed to make Drake realize what was important to him. “It doesn’t matter what has happened in the past or what is happening around us now, you can always make the choice to break free of the wheel of suffering and panic and open up to your own light. We are powerful manifestors, so once you make the choice in the moment to shift your awareness to something good, it will show you in your reality,” he captioned the photos. “. I love and miss my beautiful family and friends and I can’t wait for the joyful day when we are all able to reunite. Until then please keep your lights on.”

Lil Durk – Chiraq Demons Lyrics

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[Intro: Lil Durk]
Yeah, yeah
I’m wanna hear some No Auto Herb shit in this motherfuckin’ bro
Real Chiraq Demons, you dig?
Gang, gang

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
PTSD I be off of drugs in the day (Off the drugs)
Gotta watch out for my dawg, they tryna get me out the way (Get me out the way)
I can’t be around my felons ’cause I got a pending case (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 (Build another case)
See what’s the name here? (Doo-doo-doo)
He came back then he rich (Grra-grra)
Every counter lit (Every counter)
I buy Audemars (I buy Audemars)
I don’t be focused all the time ’cause I buy all the cars (I buy all the cars)
I buy all the guns (I buy all the guns)
Herb got all the ones (Got all the ones)
Ain’t no G-Fazos the opps buy all the lady ones (Fuck nigga)

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
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)

[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
All my niggas sellin’ zaza, we not ’bout half of pounds
Got the rack inside the stu’ but we gon’ rob the out of towners
Four-five in my crib, but yo’ head searched my crib, he never found em
Lil’ boy he better graduate before this Draco cap n’ gown him
I fucked half the strippers, I was fucking hoopa’s 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?)

[Bridge: Lil Durk & G Herbo]
Every summer (Yeah, yeah)
Every summer (Yeah, yeah)
Every summer (Yeah, get back gang, yeah, get back, what?)
Every summer (Yeah, get back gang)
Every summer (Yeah, get back-)
Every summer (Yeah, get back gang)
Every summer

[Verse 4: G Herbo]
We gon’ answer with two hunnid shots, every summer
Lil’ foe nem be actin’ wild now ’cause we got bread comin’ (Fuck)
And I know a nigga tellin’ everytime the feds comin’ (Fuck)
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 fuck 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?)

[Outro: Lil Durk & G Herbo]
Every summer (Yeah, yeah)
Every summer (Yeah, yeah)
Every summer (Yeah, get back gang, yeah, get back, what?)
Every summer (Yeah, get back gang)
Every summer (Yeah, get back-)
Every summer (Yeah, get back gang)
Every summer (Man what?)

Dj Bandz – On Me Lyrics (feat. Lil Durk, SkippaDaFlippa & Lil Herb)

[Prelude]
Traplanta shit , skippa da flippa in this bitch man
Get it gang , temper up gang
Shoot’em up gang , Take somenthin gang
On me

[Post Hook : Lil Durk]
The Niggas on me
The Bitches on me
Got designer on me
Chilanta on me
I Got Gucci on me, I got Louis on me
Don’t act stupid homie, Got a 50 Shot movie on me

[Hook : Skippa Da Flippa & Lil Durk]
Its On me
Its On Me
Its On me
Its On Me
Its On me
Its On Me
Its On me
Its On Me
Say, its on me
Yeah Its On Me
Yeah Its On Me
Its On Me
Its On me
Say, its on me

[Verse 1 : Skippa Da Flippa]
Flippa!
Designer, Yeah its on me
I got frosted flake cookies you might mistake me for Tony! (swear)
OTF Migos gang those are my homies (squad)
The chopper stay on me so I’m never lonely (grrrha)
Play her like Playstation think I was Sony
Spending 10 on some Margiela they can’t be phony
Gucci and louie i can’t do the fendi
Same pull the 45 if you try to fend me
I got 10 louie belts, when i trap lindsey
Only the trappers, the dabbers can feel me
Free 5 in my backwood , you know that i faced it
For moms a berkin as soon as i made it
The percocet turn me up , think i was wasted
And i stay with pint nigga , f**k getting faded (lean)
Migo the gang , and we having artilary
Pistol grip pump and that bitch Kick you literally
I dab in seven designers, so your remember me
First copped a Benz , when i copped that kimberly
All bout the guala , so you know i got a check
Balmain my britches , while i throw up my set
Dab on a nigga , tell him no disrespect
And a nigga still acting by the chains on my neck
Flipppaaa!!!

(^Need help with Flippa Verse^)

[Post Hook : Lil Durk]
The Niggas on me
The Bitches on me
Got designer on me
Chilanta on me
I Got Gucci on me, I got louie on me
Don’t act stupid homie, Got a 50 Shot movie on me

[Hook : Skippa Da Flippa & Lil Durk]
Its On me
Its On Me
Its On me
Its On Me
Its On me
Its On Me
Its On me
Its On Me
Say, its on me
Yeah Its On Me
Yeah Its On Me
Its On Me
Its On me
Say, its on me

[Verse 2 : Lil Durk]
30 on me, rollie on me
Smooth undercover with that 30 on me
Sippin’ on codeine that dirty homie
Goons our rack, and they lurkin homie
Bitch she will f**k for a burger homie
Lil bitch she will f**k for a burger homie
Shoutout 2 Chainz
Last nigga tried, he died in the same night
Broke niggas sippin’ out the same pipe, niggas ain’t gang right
These niggas ain’t right
And I’m DY
And I’m DY, free nine, free zoo
I’m die Y
2 door , You know
On Pluto, Rolie and hublot
Nuski Gang, Chino
Bitch nigga you know
Gang Baby
30 Chains Baby

[Post Hook : Lil Durk]
The Niggas on me
The Bitches on me
Got designer on me
Chilanta on me
I Got Gucci on me, I got louie on me
Don’t act stupid homie, Got a 50 Shot movie on me

[Hook : Skippa Da Flippa & Lil Durk]
Its On me
Its On Me
Its On me
Its On Me
Its On me
Its On Me
Its On me
Its On Me
Say, its on me
Yeah Its On Me
Yeah Its On Me
Its On Me
Its On me
Say, its on me

[Verse 3 : G Herbo]
Bitch this G Herbo, i don’t leave the house if i don’t got my 40 on me
Niggas plottin’ on me, Felonies stay on me
Lawyer number on me, i don’t f**k with police
Having withdrawals from quitting the lean and i ain’t been getting no sleep
And this 40 HD got a stick in the beam, bitch can’t even fit in my jeans
I Just cop me a rollie with my cuban link, Remember we use to buy food with link
Remember watching the roaches run threw the sink, Now i got 3 cribs who would’ve think
Now i got like 3 cribs, who would’ve thought
Rented one in LA, 2 was bought
In Atlanta, we slide with them gats, and yo Flippa just got with the mat
Aye, Catch an Opp hollows grabbing his back
Aye, Chase him down give him 5 right after that
Bitch it’s G Herbo, Im so EBK
Slam the rakes drop the 5 after that
And No Limit don’t tolerate no disrespect all we know is homicide after that

[Post Hook : Lil Durk]
The Niggas on me
The Bitches on me
Got designer on me
Chilanta on me
I Got Gucci on me, I got louie on me
Don’t act stupid homie, Got a 50 Shot movie on me

[Hook : Skippa Da Flippa & Lil Durk]
Its On me
Its On Me
Its On me
Its On Me
Its On me
Its On Me
Its On me
Its On Me
Say, its on me
Yeah Its On Me
Yeah Its On Me
Its On Me
Its On me
Say, its on me

Lil Durk – Extravagant Lyrics

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

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Bend you over
Scratch your back up
Lick your chest
Pull your tracks out
Lick on your neck
Spit in your mouth
Thumb in your ass
Make you cum, make you cum
Make you cum, make you cum
Don’t go out with your friends
Post me on Instagram
Tell the rider I’m your man, tell the rider I’m your friend
Lick on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wanna suck on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wanna touch on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I wanna love on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I wanna kiss on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I wanna grab on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Spend life wit’ you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Spend time wit’ you

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Ohh, you’re usually up to no good
I hit you because you’re so hood
When you go in, it feels so good
Oh, baby, don’t go out with your friends
Start switchin’ up your plans
Don’t be on Instagram
Don’t disappear again
Oh, boy, you got this pussy jumpin’
Oh, damn, we really fuckin’ fuckin’ baby
Oh, baby, keep cummin’ in it ’cause I want your baby
I want you suckin’ on my toes
Fuck you better than them hoes
‘Cause it’s tighter and it’s wetter and I suck it like a pro
Oh, bend it over, then hit it from the side
Let me ride you, then ride it from behind
I ain’t sharin’, bitch, ’cause it’s mine
Hit the deepthroat, then the six-nine
He killin’ for this pussy, he said Nick’s mine
Thick and long, damn, the dick’s bomb
Best I ever had, not a diss line
And the best part, kiss the whole time (Kiss the whole time)

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Bend you over
Scratch your back up
Lick your chest
Pull your tracks out
Lick on your neck
Spit in your mouth
Thumb in your ass
Make you cum, make you cum
Make you cum, make you cum
Don’t go out with your friends
Post me on Instagram
Tell the rider I’m your man, tell the rider I’m your friend
Lick on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wanna suck on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wanna touch on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I wanna love on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I wanna kiss on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I wanna grab on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Spend life wit’ you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Spend time wit’ you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

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

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Bend you over
Scratch your back up
Lick your chest
Pull your tracks out
Lick on your neck
Spit in your mouth
Thumb in your ass
Make you cum, make you cum
Make you cum, make you cum
Don’t go out with your friends
Post me on Instagram
Tell the rider I’m your man, tell the rider I’m your friend
Lick on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wanna suck on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wanna touch on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I wanna love on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I wanna kiss on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I wanna grab on you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Spend life wit’ you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Spend time wit’ you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Lil Durk – Chiraqimony Lyrics

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

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

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

Lil Durk – 100 Grand Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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’

Ralo – Chiraqistan (feat. Lil Durk)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Distance

Lyrics to ‘Distance’ by Lil Durk:

–Intro: Lil Durk & Lil Reese–
Gang!
Know we mud bruddas, drug bruddas know what I’m sayin’ came from the bottom
Let’s get it man
Know what I’m sayin’ they ain’t gon really like this shit Reese
Let’s get it bro
Let’s make a million dollars off this table real quick, you know
Let’s get it!

–Hook: Lil Durk & Lil Reese–
Young nigga ruthless
Nigga wanna tweak I pull up with my shooters
Like a point guard, shooting guard
Caught his ass he so goofy
Why everybody wanna be shooters, these niggas be trickin’
Why you not listening these niggas shootin’ from a distance
Fuck nigga they gon’ make me keep my distance (distance)
That sneak dissin’ gon’ make me keep my distance (distance)
That fake shit gon’ make me keep my distance (distance)
That fuck shit gon’ make me keep my pistol

–Verse 1: Lil Durk–
Keep my pistol, speak on the dead and my niggas gon’ get you
6 shots in the nickel, got my stripe like a ref without a whistle
And I love my vultures do what they say them boys is just talkin’
Reesey money (?), ain’t no nigga in the city that’ll try to stop him
Headshot made his whole brain scuplture
100 pounds let the whole hood odor
Knew some older niggas bitches turned some young niggas culprit
Chase his ass chase his ass, knew he ain’t have no past
Erase his ass lace his ass, he knows his ass is grass
100 thousand in the stash box he ever need me then he asked out
Found the plug and I cashed out
My baby momma made me lash out
Free my young nigga (?)
Smoke a bag up with Reesey
With the muthafuckin’ groupies know my life is movie

–Hook: Lil Durk & Lil Reese–
Young nigga ruthless
Nigga wanna tweak I pull up with my shooters
Like a point guard, shooting guard
Caught his ass he so goofy
Why everybody wanna be shooters, these niggas be trickin’
Why you not listening these niggas shootin’ from a distance
Fuck nigga they gon’ make me keep my distance (distance)
That sneak dissin’ gon’ make me keep my distance (distance)
That fake shit gon’ make me keep my distance (distance)
That fuck shit gon’ make me keep my pistol

–Verse 2: Lil Reese–

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Pick your poison – Lil Durk lyrics

Lyrics Lil Durk – Pick your poison

I been running with that street vibe
I fell back off that love s**t
You tryna play me for a goofy, that’s that bullshit
I be with robbers like to mug s**t
I’d rather be around some niggas I can thug with
Same niggas say they ain’t switch up on me
And this Rollie face a bigger bonus
Hang with the killers homie
Money hungry, getting busy
And the stick up homies
So pick your poison.

It be so phony
I got locked up, they couldn’t send me a lawyer
My mama had told me versuri-lyrics.info
These niggas ain’t real, niggas be actin’ like homies
Screaming they gang, ain’t put in work, that s**t be annoying
Police scorcher, gotta watch out when you servin’ that corner
What you know about late night in that trap, you ain’t make no dime, yeah
Or telling your kids you gotta million, still ain’t make no time yet
Or in jail for a body and the judge keep telling you you get no time back
Or when you live in the trenches with the fame, and you live where the crime at
Gangsters was our idols, we don’t believe in titles
True to my religion, we don’t believe in bibles
See one of my rivals, we don’t drive right by you
Glock got a beam, clip stick out like Eiffel.

I been running with that street vibe
I fell back off that love s**t
You tryna play me for a goofy, that’s that bullshit
I be with robbers like to mug s**t
I’d rather be around some niggas I can thug with
Same niggas say they ain’t switch up on me
And this Rollie face a bigger bonus
Hang with the killers homie
Money hungry, getting busy
And the stick up homies
So pick your poison.

Hell yeah I hold a grudge
These niggas ain’t show no love
These niggas was nowhere to be found, I had low income
How the hell I’ma pay my bills? I had no income
I was always taught to fight, lil boy don’t ever run
My daddy got life in prison, my moms said here he come
And I was posted on that porch and he ain’t never come
Yeah that trap going crazy inside them projects homie
Got out early from the feds, lil boy don’t call my phone
I put my life on the line for niggas who in line
I used to chew on them xannies to get me through the times
I used to believe all them rumors, it took over my mind
And if I put my name on it then that s**t is mine.

I been running with that street vibe
I fell back off that love s**t
You tryna play me for a goofy, that’s that bullshit
I be with robbers like to mug s**t
I’d rather be around some niggas I can thug with
Same niggas say they ain’t switch up on me
And this Rollie face a bigger bonus
Hang with the killers homie
Money hungry, getting busy
And the stick up homies
So pick your poisonnn.
Lil Durk lyrics
Video poison

I Done Seen

Lyrics to ‘I Done Seen’ by Lil Durk:

–Durk: Hook–
My nigga had crossed me and I say I forgive him
I love him like he family so I’m stuck in the middle
I really wanna drill him and say fuck it and kill him
And treat him like a crook, like he was never a member
I done seen niggas make it out of proverty
I done seen drug money flips of property
I done seen close niggas say they robbing me
I done seen
I done seen

–Durkio: Verse 1–
Been strapped up in them corners, niggas is really informers
I’ma sip lean in the morning, i get the head in the morning
Niggas could never come beat us, so niggas gone come and try join us
You can’t come around, my shooters got a hundred rounds
And they smoking out a lot of pounds
And you rappers still underground
Niggas not big enough, these niggas not hearing us
These niggas so serious, my shooters Nigeria
My wrist Siberia, These niggas be fearing us
I gotta level up, gotta get my bezel up
Slow down and better up, etc., etc
Nuski had his ???, i swear yes he did
These niggas act like 12, man i swear they pigs

–Durk: Hook–
My nigga had crossed me and I say I forgive him
I love him like he family so I’m stuck in the middle
I really wanna drill him and say fuck it and kill him
And treat him like a crook, like he was never a member
I done seen niggas make it out of poverty
I done seen drug money flips of property
I done seen close niggas say they robbing me
I done seen
I done seen

–Tory: Verse 2–
I’m finna cop me a foreign, I gave you niggas a warming
You niggas be telling i know it, i heard you fuck with the boys
I done seen a lot of shit, but i ain’t making no noise
They love how a young nigga move, that nigga he always on point
I’m just a young nigga, i done seen it all
Never had shit, i just wanna ball
You was my nigga, but these niggas fraud
When you in trouble, who you gonna call?
You was my nigga (yah)
Niggas switching up, only the family i trust
I don’t show a nigga no love
Nah boy, i never knew ya
Free brodie, he the shoota
I’m in the studio cooking
I fuck on your bitch and she tooken

–Durk: Hook–
My nigga had crossed me and I say I forgive him
I love him like he family so I’m stuck in the middle
I really wanna drill him and say fuck it and kill him
And treat him like a crook, like he was never a member
I done seen niggas make it out of poverty
I done seen drug money flips of property
I done seen close niggas say they robbing me
I done seen
I done seen

Gucci Mane & Ralo – Chiraqistan (feat. Lil Durk) (Outro) (Ralo Laflare Album)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lil Durk – Internet (feat. Young Thug)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lil Durk – Hard Shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lil Durk – Hard Shit Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lil Durk – Glock Up letras

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