You know 7220 like my Grandma address
It's like a whole story I wanna get off my chest, for real
Nuski stayed downstairs, the first floor under granny crib
The streets gon' be the streets, for sure, I know she hate me still
Blam my cousin Nikes, it's cool, she lost her mama, she a lady still
Granny got Alzheimer's, but I can't forget how she kept it real
(TouchofTrent be wylin' with it)
Now she major good (she major good)
Before the opps, we was fightin' niggas inside the neighborhood
Water bill was high as hell, I went next door to fill the jug
Laundromat was packed, I had to grab the soap and fill the tub
Three bedroom, it was eight people who lived with us
I hated school but my granny made me
I couldn't disrespect her 'cause my granny raised me
The funeral home, they know me personally 'cause I gave 'em payments
The police department, they know you personally 'cause you gave 'em statements
I was seventeen, I was tryna take Lil Law case for him
Daddy was doin' life, I couldn't sit outside and wait for him
School sports, I couldn't really attend 'cause I couldn't pay for 'em
Seen my Auntie Mil do it on her own, that's why I pray for her
And I barely talk to my uncle, I'm talkin' 'bout my mama brothers
And my daddy brother wasn't here for us, but I still love him
And I love you, the only time I hurt you if you steal from me
I hate the way that Lil Bear died, that's why I feel for him
Yeah, them niggas know how shit'll end every time they play with Verny
Took time for my first offense, I ain't have a paid attorney
That's why I ain't never really pay attention every time they say they love me
And I was blind to the fact my mama say they was never for me
Like how you gon' tell me you broke when I seen you play wit' money?
They counted me out, they ain't even give a f*ck, but I still love 'em
Can you tell my sister I got her back? I still love love you
The way you say that shit on the keyboard, you gotta say it in public
I'm most hated, huh? But what you hate me for?
You ain't even got no real reason, 'cause I ain't gave you none
I kept my mouth closed for the same hoes tried to give me some'
And you better tuck your bread before they really come
Lil Durk - 7220 Album Lyrics
Lil Durk - 7220 Lyrics
Writer: Durk Banks, Ethan Hayes, Trenton Turner
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Headtaps
Headtap, headtap, headtap
7220 (headtap, headtap, headtap)
I done started from the bottom (headtap, headtap, headtap)
That's where I went through it
Like, my first life experience, know what I'm sayin'?
(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it)
Sister went on a date for the first time and I'm still pissed off
Used to talk to you before you had died, made me a lil' soft
I still cry to my mama like a lil' baby, but I'm a big dog
Hundred fifty mill' when I'm fifty-five and that shit big, y'all
I grew my dreads back, my head back
Twenty M's, I had that
Run up on 'em, head tap, head lap
Feds tap
Alexander McQueen scarf for the head wrap
Head traps
Uploadin' your gun, that shit on fed apps
Used to serve my uncle in my grandma basement, that was her head child
Fought myself for all the shit I sold him 'cause he dead now
I was in a bad train of thought when I had my last child
Tried to give him a chance, but he backdoored on me, man, he grass now
You ever been evicted? (Head tap)
You ever been addicted? Oh-oh
Your homie be your witness
Told my mama that I'm gifted, oh-oh
I feel better rich
I'm in the cell thinkin' 'bout my kid
Like, "I could be with them watchin' Peppa Pig"
Bein' bold that he told, some shit I never did
For the fact he snaked you for some money make him the bigger bitch
I done started from the bottom, now I'm rich
Take these drugs for all of my problems, now I'm sick
Feel like I go through karma, shit I did
I remember ridin' Hondas, I'm the shit
And I watch out for my dog 'cause my conscience sick
Watch out for my dog, cautious
And he hurt my conscience, he unresponsive
He hurt my conscience, he unresponsive
I got a couple watches cost more than some niggas' houses
I stayed at houses where my first pets was bug and mouses
I stayed at houses where it was full, we turned our beds to couches
I stayed at houses with a silver spoon, that shit had turned 'em coward
I miss the old days, I miss my old ways
I miss the time we a put a X pill in the OJ
Remember the time my cousin died and I'm like, "No way"
Old head told me three hundred a show
I'm like, "What O say?"
What O say?
Lost my cousin, it's not okay
Lost my brother, it's not okay
Miss my dog and it's not okay
(I done started from the bottom)
This some lil' shit I just came up with today, look
I go by the mood
Know what I'm sayin'? My mood gotta be there
Like if my brothers in the studio and they ain't noddin' they head
I erase it, know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause I'm talkin' 'bout them, so they gotta feel it, know what I'm sayin'?
If I'm talkin' 'bout you and you feel it
I know the world gon' feel it, know what I'm sayin'?
That shit made me different, know what I'm sayin'?
The Voice
7220 (headtap, headtap, headtap)
I done started from the bottom (headtap, headtap, headtap)
That's where I went through it
Like, my first life experience, know what I'm sayin'?
(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it)
Sister went on a date for the first time and I'm still pissed off
Used to talk to you before you had died, made me a lil' soft
I still cry to my mama like a lil' baby, but I'm a big dog
Hundred fifty mill' when I'm fifty-five and that shit big, y'all
I grew my dreads back, my head back
Twenty M's, I had that
Run up on 'em, head tap, head lap
Feds tap
Alexander McQueen scarf for the head wrap
Head traps
Uploadin' your gun, that shit on fed apps
Used to serve my uncle in my grandma basement, that was her head child
Fought myself for all the shit I sold him 'cause he dead now
I was in a bad train of thought when I had my last child
Tried to give him a chance, but he backdoored on me, man, he grass now
You ever been evicted? (Head tap)
You ever been addicted? Oh-oh
Your homie be your witness
Told my mama that I'm gifted, oh-oh
I feel better rich
I'm in the cell thinkin' 'bout my kid
Like, "I could be with them watchin' Peppa Pig"
Bein' bold that he told, some shit I never did
For the fact he snaked you for some money make him the bigger bitch
I done started from the bottom, now I'm rich
Take these drugs for all of my problems, now I'm sick
Feel like I go through karma, shit I did
I remember ridin' Hondas, I'm the shit
And I watch out for my dog 'cause my conscience sick
Watch out for my dog, cautious
And he hurt my conscience, he unresponsive
He hurt my conscience, he unresponsive
I got a couple watches cost more than some niggas' houses
I stayed at houses where my first pets was bug and mouses
I stayed at houses where it was full, we turned our beds to couches
I stayed at houses with a silver spoon, that shit had turned 'em coward
I miss the old days, I miss my old ways
I miss the time we a put a X pill in the OJ
Remember the time my cousin died and I'm like, "No way"
Old head told me three hundred a show
I'm like, "What O say?"
What O say?
Lost my cousin, it's not okay
Lost my brother, it's not okay
Miss my dog and it's not okay
(I done started from the bottom)
This some lil' shit I just came up with today, look
I go by the mood
Know what I'm sayin'? My mood gotta be there
Like if my brothers in the studio and they ain't noddin' they head
I erase it, know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause I'm talkin' 'bout them, so they gotta feel it, know what I'm sayin'?
If I'm talkin' 'bout you and you feel it
I know the world gon' feel it, know what I'm sayin'?
That shit made me different, know what I'm sayin'?
The Voice
Writer: David Morse, Durk Banks, Trenton Turner
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
AHHH HA
Ayy, this shit like videos, you hear me?
Everything I'm sayin' in this motherf*cker's all props (this shit is not real, skrrt)
Just in case the police listenin', know I'm sayin'? (High Speed Music)
Smurk, slide, slide, slide (man, what?)
Don't respond to shit with Von (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm like, "F*ck it, you trippin', go get your gun" (let's get it, yeah, gun)
They droppin' locations, I'm gettin' it done (woo, woo, woo, gang)
F*ck tweetin', we slidin', the feds'll come (yeah, yeah, yeah, man, what?)
He f*ckin' his bitches, them niggas his sons (bitches, niggas, let's get it)
I'm hangin' with killers, we breakin' a bond (yeah, yeah, yeah, bond)
They really don't mean it, he say it in songs (yeah, mean it, say it in songs)
They really don't mean it, he play it in songs (pussy, bitch, yeah)
We be slidin' through they blocks and they don't know we have
Buddy ass got shot and we ain't claim it but I can show his ass (grrah)
Niggas actin' like they really like that since my brodie died (Von)
Just got out the feds, you bring up murders with your police ass
I told Von to leave that bitch alone, she post on OnlyFans (she a eater)
Catch 'em at apartments they be in 'cause that's our only chance (grrah)
They don't be outside like you think, they ass be on the 'Gram (gang)
Old opps f*ckin' with my new opps (grrah), oh, man (grrah)
That shit merched, we been through there, that shit like ghost land (skrrt, skrrt)
My brother D-Thang just got killed and I been slow since (gang, gang)
But we got back on they ass, I bet they know this (grrah)
And on bro, I'm speakin' facts, this ain't no diss (this ain't no diss)
Keep the police out my business, we don't post shit (we don't post shit)
Trigger happy, I be with Zoo 'nem and we on 46 (wop, wop)
They like, "Durk, his ass a singer, he won't smoke shit" (yeah, yeah)
You can believe whatever you want, I got your folks hit (ah, ha)
Don't respond to shit with Von (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm like, "F*ck it, you trippin', go get your gun" (let's get it, yeah, gun)
They droppin' locations, I'm gettin' it done (woo, woo, woo, gang)
F*ck tweetin', we slidin', the feds'll come (yeah, yeah, yeah, man, what?)
He f*ckin' his bitches, them niggas his sons (bitches, niggas, let's get it)
I'm hangin' with killers, we breakin' a bond (yeah, yeah, yeah, bond)
They really don't mean it, he say it in songs (yeah, mean it, say it in songs)
They really don't mean it, he play it in songs (pussy, bitch, yeah)
You talkin' 'bout me in "Pissed Me Off," and I'm like, "Yes" (yes)
If you feel some type of way, you better slide and get revenge (grrah)
He said, "Therapy ain't helpin'," he been killin' for a cleanse (slide)
She said she ain't really got shit but she so thirsty for a Benz (skrrt, skrrt)
I just made her suck my dick and I just nutted on her chin (bitch)
I been feelin' like Rico, I just f*cked her in my Timbs (yeah, yeah, yeah)
For school, he said no pen, he rather carry him a Gen (five)
A ten, FN, Perc' 10, I'm sayin', he spinnin' (ten, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You need a pill to slide, he off all them milligrams, he been a fan (bitch)
I seen niggas really killin' shit, post shit on Instagram (pussy)
You doin' that, you might as well go to court and say you killed the man (killed the man)
I don't claim niggas who be with opps, I try to wheel 'em in (grrah)
The trenches like a sport, you grab the ball and turn a killer, man (pussy)
Switches on me, all face shots, we changin' dental plans (grrah)
All fast cars, make it skrrt, we don't do rental vans (skrrt)
I can have your homie set you up, his ass a middle man (ah, ha)
Don't respond to shit with Von (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm like, "F*ck it, you trippin', go get your gun" (let's get it, yeah, gun)
They droppin' locations, I'm gettin' it done (woo, woo, woo, gang)
F*ck tweetin', we slidin', the feds'll come (yeah, yeah, yeah, man, what?)
He f*ckin' his bitches, them niggas his sons (bitches, niggas, let's get it)
I'm hangin' with killers, we breakin' a bond (yeah, yeah, yeah, bond)
They really don't mean it, he say it in songs (yeah, mean it, say it in songs)
They really don't mean it, he play it in songs (pussy, bitch, yeah)
Ah, ha
Everything I'm sayin' in this motherf*cker's all props (this shit is not real, skrrt)
Just in case the police listenin', know I'm sayin'? (High Speed Music)
Smurk, slide, slide, slide (man, what?)
Don't respond to shit with Von (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm like, "F*ck it, you trippin', go get your gun" (let's get it, yeah, gun)
They droppin' locations, I'm gettin' it done (woo, woo, woo, gang)
F*ck tweetin', we slidin', the feds'll come (yeah, yeah, yeah, man, what?)
He f*ckin' his bitches, them niggas his sons (bitches, niggas, let's get it)
I'm hangin' with killers, we breakin' a bond (yeah, yeah, yeah, bond)
They really don't mean it, he say it in songs (yeah, mean it, say it in songs)
They really don't mean it, he play it in songs (pussy, bitch, yeah)
We be slidin' through they blocks and they don't know we have
Buddy ass got shot and we ain't claim it but I can show his ass (grrah)
Niggas actin' like they really like that since my brodie died (Von)
Just got out the feds, you bring up murders with your police ass
I told Von to leave that bitch alone, she post on OnlyFans (she a eater)
Catch 'em at apartments they be in 'cause that's our only chance (grrah)
They don't be outside like you think, they ass be on the 'Gram (gang)
Old opps f*ckin' with my new opps (grrah), oh, man (grrah)
That shit merched, we been through there, that shit like ghost land (skrrt, skrrt)
My brother D-Thang just got killed and I been slow since (gang, gang)
But we got back on they ass, I bet they know this (grrah)
And on bro, I'm speakin' facts, this ain't no diss (this ain't no diss)
Keep the police out my business, we don't post shit (we don't post shit)
Trigger happy, I be with Zoo 'nem and we on 46 (wop, wop)
They like, "Durk, his ass a singer, he won't smoke shit" (yeah, yeah)
You can believe whatever you want, I got your folks hit (ah, ha)
Don't respond to shit with Von (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm like, "F*ck it, you trippin', go get your gun" (let's get it, yeah, gun)
They droppin' locations, I'm gettin' it done (woo, woo, woo, gang)
F*ck tweetin', we slidin', the feds'll come (yeah, yeah, yeah, man, what?)
He f*ckin' his bitches, them niggas his sons (bitches, niggas, let's get it)
I'm hangin' with killers, we breakin' a bond (yeah, yeah, yeah, bond)
They really don't mean it, he say it in songs (yeah, mean it, say it in songs)
They really don't mean it, he play it in songs (pussy, bitch, yeah)
You talkin' 'bout me in "Pissed Me Off," and I'm like, "Yes" (yes)
If you feel some type of way, you better slide and get revenge (grrah)
He said, "Therapy ain't helpin'," he been killin' for a cleanse (slide)
She said she ain't really got shit but she so thirsty for a Benz (skrrt, skrrt)
I just made her suck my dick and I just nutted on her chin (bitch)
I been feelin' like Rico, I just f*cked her in my Timbs (yeah, yeah, yeah)
For school, he said no pen, he rather carry him a Gen (five)
A ten, FN, Perc' 10, I'm sayin', he spinnin' (ten, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You need a pill to slide, he off all them milligrams, he been a fan (bitch)
I seen niggas really killin' shit, post shit on Instagram (pussy)
You doin' that, you might as well go to court and say you killed the man (killed the man)
I don't claim niggas who be with opps, I try to wheel 'em in (grrah)
The trenches like a sport, you grab the ball and turn a killer, man (pussy)
Switches on me, all face shots, we changin' dental plans (grrah)
All fast cars, make it skrrt, we don't do rental vans (skrrt)
I can have your homie set you up, his ass a middle man (ah, ha)
Don't respond to shit with Von (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm like, "F*ck it, you trippin', go get your gun" (let's get it, yeah, gun)
They droppin' locations, I'm gettin' it done (woo, woo, woo, gang)
F*ck tweetin', we slidin', the feds'll come (yeah, yeah, yeah, man, what?)
He f*ckin' his bitches, them niggas his sons (bitches, niggas, let's get it)
I'm hangin' with killers, we breakin' a bond (yeah, yeah, yeah, bond)
They really don't mean it, he say it in songs (yeah, mean it, say it in songs)
They really don't mean it, he play it in songs (pussy, bitch, yeah)
Ah, ha
Writer: Durk Banks, Joshua Luellen, Lesidney Ragland
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Shootout @ My Crib
(DJ FMCT)
(DJ Bandz, aw, man)
Been through all kind of shit
Bro died from dialysis
Tellin' niggas not to tell on you is witness tamperin'
Out of everything, I'm addicted, I want this medicine
Gang charge, feel like I can beat it, I got a severance
Four Richard Milles, plus India Richard, it look like a settlement
You ain't from 300 if you ain't sleep with us on Eggleston
Walk into my auntie crib, see mice, this shit embarrassin'
So how you sit up pissed at me and bro 'nem actin' arrogant?
King Kong, beatin' on my chest, I get my lean on
How you sit up mad I ate her pussy and you got peed on?
I don't answer my phone, I know it's you, I changed your ringtone
Bro died, sister wasn't answerin', I called my niece phone
Yeah, bitch, you belong to the streets
Oh, you sold a couple pounds, now this nigga think he Meech
Now you singin' all these songs with all that pain, you think you me
I ain't follow nigga's waves, I was signed to the streets
I just deadass had a shootout at my crib, I hired guards (oh)
I ain't sittin' down in jail doin' life, I'm bein' smart (oh)
If I do go back in time from buyin' pills, I'll buy a bar (oh)
I remember callin' shorty phone, I told 'em, "They killed Dark" (oh)
Bro 'nem send me clothes online, I told 'em, "Add it to my cart" (oh)
I done took care a couple niggas who wasn't with me from the start (oh)
I ain't gon' cap, you gon' smell Percs and lean when I fart (oh)
Keep your strap, they gon' give you seventeen when you caught (oh)
I ain't gon' lie, my brother died and I was ridin' by myself
I'ma tell your ass the truth, feel like I'm dyin' by myself
You ain't slide, you ain't ride, you be hidin' by your self
Man, I really know who did it, niggas lyin' who they killed
Even though lean f*ck me up, I'll sip a line by myself
See, my OG strong as hell, she don't even be cryin' when she here
How you claim you don't get whoopings, but your block just got the belt?
You don't take care none of your guys, but they do time for bein' real
I got Boona in my heart, he did his time, he ain't squeal
Gotta beat your case in court, you ain't got time for no appeal
Deep thought on how he died, man, my slidin' give me chills
Don't pay attention to that nigga sayin' he ain't dyin' 'cause he is
I just deadass had a shootout at my crib, I hired guards (oh)
I ain't sittin' down in jail doin' life, I'm bein' smart (oh)
If I do go back in time from buyin' pills, I'll buy a bar (oh)
I remember callin' shorty phone, I told 'em, "They killed Dark" (oh)
Bro 'nem send me clothes online, I told 'em, "Add it to my cart" (oh)
I done took care a couple niggas who wasn't with me from the start (oh)
I ain't gon' cap, you gon' smell Percs and lean when I fart (oh)
Keep your strap, they gon' give you seventeen when you caught (oh)
(DJ Bandz, aw, man)
Been through all kind of shit
Bro died from dialysis
Tellin' niggas not to tell on you is witness tamperin'
Out of everything, I'm addicted, I want this medicine
Gang charge, feel like I can beat it, I got a severance
Four Richard Milles, plus India Richard, it look like a settlement
You ain't from 300 if you ain't sleep with us on Eggleston
Walk into my auntie crib, see mice, this shit embarrassin'
So how you sit up pissed at me and bro 'nem actin' arrogant?
King Kong, beatin' on my chest, I get my lean on
How you sit up mad I ate her pussy and you got peed on?
I don't answer my phone, I know it's you, I changed your ringtone
Bro died, sister wasn't answerin', I called my niece phone
Yeah, bitch, you belong to the streets
Oh, you sold a couple pounds, now this nigga think he Meech
Now you singin' all these songs with all that pain, you think you me
I ain't follow nigga's waves, I was signed to the streets
I just deadass had a shootout at my crib, I hired guards (oh)
I ain't sittin' down in jail doin' life, I'm bein' smart (oh)
If I do go back in time from buyin' pills, I'll buy a bar (oh)
I remember callin' shorty phone, I told 'em, "They killed Dark" (oh)
Bro 'nem send me clothes online, I told 'em, "Add it to my cart" (oh)
I done took care a couple niggas who wasn't with me from the start (oh)
I ain't gon' cap, you gon' smell Percs and lean when I fart (oh)
Keep your strap, they gon' give you seventeen when you caught (oh)
I ain't gon' lie, my brother died and I was ridin' by myself
I'ma tell your ass the truth, feel like I'm dyin' by myself
You ain't slide, you ain't ride, you be hidin' by your self
Man, I really know who did it, niggas lyin' who they killed
Even though lean f*ck me up, I'll sip a line by myself
See, my OG strong as hell, she don't even be cryin' when she here
How you claim you don't get whoopings, but your block just got the belt?
You don't take care none of your guys, but they do time for bein' real
I got Boona in my heart, he did his time, he ain't squeal
Gotta beat your case in court, you ain't got time for no appeal
Deep thought on how he died, man, my slidin' give me chills
Don't pay attention to that nigga sayin' he ain't dyin' 'cause he is
I just deadass had a shootout at my crib, I hired guards (oh)
I ain't sittin' down in jail doin' life, I'm bein' smart (oh)
If I do go back in time from buyin' pills, I'll buy a bar (oh)
I remember callin' shorty phone, I told 'em, "They killed Dark" (oh)
Bro 'nem send me clothes online, I told 'em, "Add it to my cart" (oh)
I done took care a couple niggas who wasn't with me from the start (oh)
I ain't gon' cap, you gon' smell Percs and lean when I fart (oh)
Keep your strap, they gon' give you seventeen when you caught (oh)
Writer: Devonte Richmond, Durk Banks, Jarvis Adams Jr., Maliki Decampos
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Golden Child
(Turn me up, YC)
Smurk (uh, uh)
(Red Dead, I'm so f*ckin' bumpin', bruh)
Smurk
(Hitmaka)
Yeah
I share clothes with killers (let's get it)
Who shot? I don't remember (yeah)
That bitch off coke, remember? (Let's get it)
F*ck hoes to Bryson Tiller (yeah, yeah)
Make freak hoes bite the pillow (let's get it)
I cut coke for dealers (I cut coke)
If he got more bodies than you, you can't lil' bro the nigga (yeah)
You hustle bags to feed the plug, then why you poke the nigga? (Yeah)
If you got power with that Tommy, you can ghost a nigga (yeah)
I f*ck a bitch, her pussy dry, I might use lotion with her (yeah)
Live by the gun, you dyin' by it
Them niggas ain't coachin' niggas (grrah, grrah)
I really got left with noodles (noodles)
Know a pit who was born a poodle (let's get it)
That shit with Mooda and Pooda (Pooda)
That shit do feel like voodoo (let's get it)
You say you got good gas (uh, gas)
That shit be doo-doo (gas)
That shit foo-foo
Feds cracked the case with that shit on YouTube (uh)
Told an old head fresh out of jail
This shit right here, he ain't used to (let's get it)
Young niggas cuckoo, hit 'em, baow
That bitch go roo-roo
I'm talkin' 'bout Dracs and switches (Dracs and switches)
Bitch, I ain't payin' for kisses (I ain't payin')
I'm akh, but I love the Christians (let's get it)
I know an akh who f*ck with Christmas (let's get it)
Keep that
Keep all that, but, uh
That MAC, you know, like
Man, what?
I bought my Lamb' with cash
That boy dead, I'm glad
I don't speak tongues, period
I don't f*ck with Vlad
In New York, I dress like Fab
Too rich to jump in cabs
Sip drank, I don't f*ck with dab
She nosey, close the tab (yeah)
I'm Smurk, I'm a golden child (yeah)
I'm a street nigga, eat at Tao (yeah)
Hundred mill', I'ma throw in the towel (yeah, yeah)
I made Avirex still in style (yeah)
Got an Apex, cover the tab (yeah)
Make a top bitch come to the lab (yeah)
If she quiet, then f*ck her loud (yeah)
Got gas, don't f*ck with mild
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Smurk (uh, uh)
(Red Dead, I'm so f*ckin' bumpin', bruh)
Smurk
(Hitmaka)
Yeah
I share clothes with killers (let's get it)
Who shot? I don't remember (yeah)
That bitch off coke, remember? (Let's get it)
F*ck hoes to Bryson Tiller (yeah, yeah)
Make freak hoes bite the pillow (let's get it)
I cut coke for dealers (I cut coke)
If he got more bodies than you, you can't lil' bro the nigga (yeah)
You hustle bags to feed the plug, then why you poke the nigga? (Yeah)
If you got power with that Tommy, you can ghost a nigga (yeah)
I f*ck a bitch, her pussy dry, I might use lotion with her (yeah)
Live by the gun, you dyin' by it
Them niggas ain't coachin' niggas (grrah, grrah)
I really got left with noodles (noodles)
Know a pit who was born a poodle (let's get it)
That shit with Mooda and Pooda (Pooda)
That shit do feel like voodoo (let's get it)
You say you got good gas (uh, gas)
That shit be doo-doo (gas)
That shit foo-foo
Feds cracked the case with that shit on YouTube (uh)
Told an old head fresh out of jail
This shit right here, he ain't used to (let's get it)
Young niggas cuckoo, hit 'em, baow
That bitch go roo-roo
I'm talkin' 'bout Dracs and switches (Dracs and switches)
Bitch, I ain't payin' for kisses (I ain't payin')
I'm akh, but I love the Christians (let's get it)
I know an akh who f*ck with Christmas (let's get it)
Keep that
Keep all that, but, uh
That MAC, you know, like
Man, what?
I bought my Lamb' with cash
That boy dead, I'm glad
I don't speak tongues, period
I don't f*ck with Vlad
In New York, I dress like Fab
Too rich to jump in cabs
Sip drank, I don't f*ck with dab
She nosey, close the tab (yeah)
I'm Smurk, I'm a golden child (yeah)
I'm a street nigga, eat at Tao (yeah)
Hundred mill', I'ma throw in the towel (yeah, yeah)
I made Avirex still in style (yeah)
Got an Apex, cover the tab (yeah)
Make a top bitch come to the lab (yeah)
If she quiet, then f*ck her loud (yeah)
Got gas, don't f*ck with mild
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Writer: Ace Redd, Christian Ward, Christopher A. Pearson, Durk Banks, Ivory Scott, Jorres Nelson, Kevin Gomringer, Tim Gomringer
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
No Interviews
(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it)
We pop out with them Glocks out, now everybody got switches
I don't talk about what we talk about, I don't want everybody in my business
I done told the truth about bro'nem, now everybody in they feelings
She done set the standards for the bad bitches, now everybody got titties
We ain't never worried 'bout murder cases, nigga, everybody got millions
Keep your head up, you don't never wanna put your head down in the trenches
Got a skybox to the Bulls game, gave Kim Foxx my tickets
Had a real lunch with a billionaire, I need a hundred mil' to get with 'em
I done seen niggas I vouched for post dude's shit on they Twitter
I brung Pooh Shiesty to my block, gave him my Glock with an extension
I seen Juice WRLD documentary, I don't want a Percocet, I'm finished
These hoes f*ck for a name, I'll never Birkin bag these bitches
I be tryna stop takin' drugs, feel like I love to clog my kidneys
Told a bad bitch, "I can't be seen with you," she got a UberEat her Denny's
Why you playin' with me? You can't compare to us, nigga's better save they pennies
I'm like Doe Boy, don't lie to me, I'll tell your ass, "Oh, really?"
Love the waistband from them pants, the way my Glock be in my Amiris
I'm Durk, but call me Smurk, nigga, 'cause every time I'm grinnin'
Like Kodak said, take a Percocet, nigga, everybody turn gremlin
And you know I'm winnin' when I drop shit, nigga, everybody in my mentions
I just took me one drug, I'm tryna get turnt up
I just took two drugs tryna get turnt up
I just took three drugs tryna get turnt up
I just took four drugs tryna get turnt up
I be out there with them killers 'til the f*ckin' sun up
Better have a lot of switches if you ever run up
If you outside in them trenches, never put your gun up
If you think the feds on you, better put them funds up
I went to court early off a Percocet, had to open my eyes
I was just f*ckin' on a lady guard, that's the only reason I'm tired
I lost a real savage to some bitch niggas, only reason I cry
I got real money, I'ma need the bank staff to come count this stash
I tell her her pussy wet, them excuses whenever I really can't last
I'm sorry I ain't send you no money, I'm thinkin' you good 'cause you ain't ask
Don't come to my crib talkin' 'bout a rumor, nigga, if that shit ain't facts
They say bro DNA was on the murder scene, but that shit ain't match
They take your shit and they know you a clown, just know you ain't gettin' it back
One reason I don't be takin' no interviews, 'cause they bring up rats
That last killin' was a big mistake, so why you ain't statin' the facts?
I told a young nigga he don't get a bag whenever he make a mess
I was lookin' at certain niggas kinda funny like he wore a MAGA hat
You get a location, you gotta go do it, you know you can't play with that
And I wear it for fashion, but I got two guns in the Avirex
Like why you go tell the nigga to go slide knowin' he ain't made for that?
I just took me one drug, I'm tryna get turnt up
I just took two drugs tryna get turnt up
I just took three drugs tryna get turnt up
I just took four drugs tryna get turnt up
I be out there with them killers 'til the f*ckin' sun up
Better have a lot of switches if you ever run up
If you outside in them trenches, never put your gun up
If you think the feds on you, better put them funds up
We pop out with them Glocks out, now everybody got switches
I don't talk about what we talk about, I don't want everybody in my business
I done told the truth about bro'nem, now everybody in they feelings
She done set the standards for the bad bitches, now everybody got titties
We ain't never worried 'bout murder cases, nigga, everybody got millions
Keep your head up, you don't never wanna put your head down in the trenches
Got a skybox to the Bulls game, gave Kim Foxx my tickets
Had a real lunch with a billionaire, I need a hundred mil' to get with 'em
I done seen niggas I vouched for post dude's shit on they Twitter
I brung Pooh Shiesty to my block, gave him my Glock with an extension
I seen Juice WRLD documentary, I don't want a Percocet, I'm finished
These hoes f*ck for a name, I'll never Birkin bag these bitches
I be tryna stop takin' drugs, feel like I love to clog my kidneys
Told a bad bitch, "I can't be seen with you," she got a UberEat her Denny's
Why you playin' with me? You can't compare to us, nigga's better save they pennies
I'm like Doe Boy, don't lie to me, I'll tell your ass, "Oh, really?"
Love the waistband from them pants, the way my Glock be in my Amiris
I'm Durk, but call me Smurk, nigga, 'cause every time I'm grinnin'
Like Kodak said, take a Percocet, nigga, everybody turn gremlin
And you know I'm winnin' when I drop shit, nigga, everybody in my mentions
I just took me one drug, I'm tryna get turnt up
I just took two drugs tryna get turnt up
I just took three drugs tryna get turnt up
I just took four drugs tryna get turnt up
I be out there with them killers 'til the f*ckin' sun up
Better have a lot of switches if you ever run up
If you outside in them trenches, never put your gun up
If you think the feds on you, better put them funds up
I went to court early off a Percocet, had to open my eyes
I was just f*ckin' on a lady guard, that's the only reason I'm tired
I lost a real savage to some bitch niggas, only reason I cry
I got real money, I'ma need the bank staff to come count this stash
I tell her her pussy wet, them excuses whenever I really can't last
I'm sorry I ain't send you no money, I'm thinkin' you good 'cause you ain't ask
Don't come to my crib talkin' 'bout a rumor, nigga, if that shit ain't facts
They say bro DNA was on the murder scene, but that shit ain't match
They take your shit and they know you a clown, just know you ain't gettin' it back
One reason I don't be takin' no interviews, 'cause they bring up rats
That last killin' was a big mistake, so why you ain't statin' the facts?
I told a young nigga he don't get a bag whenever he make a mess
I was lookin' at certain niggas kinda funny like he wore a MAGA hat
You get a location, you gotta go do it, you know you can't play with that
And I wear it for fashion, but I got two guns in the Avirex
Like why you go tell the nigga to go slide knowin' he ain't made for that?
I just took me one drug, I'm tryna get turnt up
I just took two drugs tryna get turnt up
I just took three drugs tryna get turnt up
I just took four drugs tryna get turnt up
I be out there with them killers 'til the f*ckin' sun up
Better have a lot of switches if you ever run up
If you outside in them trenches, never put your gun up
If you think the feds on you, better put them funds up
Writer: Durk Banks, Henri Velasco, Trenton Turner
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Petty Too
[ Featuring Future ]
(IRoccOnTheBeat)
(Who made this shit, Pharaoh?)
He got caught with a bitch I hit like twice, but I denied
I put my lil' bitch on him, he thinkin' with his dick, so he gon' slide
You can't call me petty, me, I share my bitches with the guys
I got bitches who I f*ck and they got names, but I can't brag
I'm a heavy hitter
You wanna fly out your friend, you better be ready with her
Bitches cool, they never put me on blast 'cause I don't act petty with them
I did a show five hundred thou', ask Bands, I got my Patek bigger
Back to Miami, got her ass on fleek, she got her panties bigger
I just got a plug, he keep me flooded when that price low
I like trenches hoes who sell they Link card for they micros
I be in the Trump, stuffin' my Runtz up with my white ho
Police pop out daytime, but we pop outside at night though
Petty ass
Bitch, you petty
Bitch, I'm petty too, uh, uh
Bitch, you petty
Bitch, I'm petty too, uh, uh (bitch, let's get it)
Bitch, you petty
Bitch, I'm petty too, uh, uh (bitch, let's get it)
Bitch, you petty
Bitch, I'm petty too, uh, uh (bitch, let's get it)
Bitch, you petty
Bitch, I'm petty too, uh, uh (bitch, let's get it)
Bitch, you ready
Then I'm ready too, uh, uh (bitch, let's get it)
Bitch, you petty
Then I'm petty too, uh, uh (bitch, let's get it)
Bitch, you ready (yeah, Pluto, woo)
Then I'm ready too, uh, uh (bitch, let's get it)
Cuttin' off my partner, was thinkin' trappin' wasn't no hobby
Drop you off the label, you ain't ready to catch a body
Plugged up like cable, you gon' think I'm Black Mafia
Subtweetin', soon as we catch up, don dada
Whack that nigga, have his family writin' me a novel
Went to Louis Vuitton just to show off my Balenciagas
Get mop from a prostitute, I feel her teeth, she ain't gettin' a dollar
My young ho twenty-two, she don't keep it P, I'ma f*ck her mama
She ain't just for the street, these hoes for the Earth
I knew she was a freak, she grew up in a church
These hoes poppin' Plan B's like they Percs
Said I was a deadbeat, went and bought my daughter a Birkin
Bitch, you petty
Bitch, I'm petty too, uh, uh
Bitch, you petty
Bitch, I'm petty too, uh, uh (bitch, let's get it)
Bitch, you petty
Bitch, I'm petty too, uh, uh (bitch, let's get it)
Bitch, you petty
Bitch, I'm petty too, uh, uh (bitch, let's get it)
Bitch, you petty
Bitch, I'm petty too, uh, uh (bitch, let's get it)
Bitch, you ready
Then I'm ready too, uh, uh (bitch, let's get it)
Bitch, you petty
Then I'm petty too, uh, uh (bitch, let's get it)
Bitch, you ready
Then I'm ready too, uh, uh (bitch, let's get it)
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
Writer: Adarsh Mani, Broderick Omar Hughey, Durk D. Banks, Christian Ward, Christopher A. Pearson, Nayvadius Demun Wilburn, Ace Redd
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Barbarian
(Dmac on the f*ckin' track)
(Ayy, pull up, Lam)
(Ayo, Pluto, you goin' brazy)
I showed a lot of niggas love, and I'd give 'em my last
Why you tell that bitch my business? Know she bring up my past
But I ain't even run my mouth, what you would do for the cash
You walk around like I'm a goofy, like I won't put you on blast
And I heard you told your friends, you ain't get the chance to finesse
These niggas claim they witnessed murders until they see one stretched
I'm tryna go to war with murder, I ain't tryna war with success
And we on 59th for murder, he put that shit on his back
Man, I be hangin' with them killers, they like Warzone
Woke up with my arm swole, I'm sleepin' with my watch on
Booster bitches bring me all type of shit without a barcode
I wasn't watchin' Dexter's Laboratory, I was watchin' Narcos
Late night ridin' in the trenches, duckin' potholes
I done watched my homie run up M's off Gelato
Bro ain't into drugs, he made a livin' out of Costco
Should've seen my face, I seen a Glock like fully auto, switch, nigga
Bitch niggas always 'round some rich niggas
Actin' like your ass be rich, you ain't got shit, nigga
Postin' on the 'Gram, you just around 'em 'cause they lit, nigga
You be tryna be in niggas' section before they bitch, nigga
Instagram bitches ridin' waves, they eatin' dicks, nigga
And you ever lose a nigga you love? That shit hit different
Ever f*ck a bitch inside her ass? It make her sit different
I done fell in love with a barber, she legit with it, uh-uh
And that cash is comin' in
Don't be talkin' 'bout your stash 'cause they runnin' in
And that gas is comin' in
Bro just came back off a trip, he got a hunnid in
And bro just got another ten
I can imagine how many bodies when the summer end
I can imagine when the summer end
I can imagine when the summer end
You false flaggin', you be throwin' up any gang you see
Became a killer, he became police
(Yeah, a killer, he became police)
The trenches say I'm so barbarian
Them drugs got me out of character
My bitches tell me I'm so arrogant
Like f*ck them niggas, we ain't lettin' up
Bitch niggas always 'round some rich niggas
Actin' like your ass be rich, you ain't got shit, nigga
Postin' on the 'Gram, you just around 'em 'cause they lit, nigga
You be tryna be in niggas' section before they bitch, nigga
Instagram bitches ridin' waves, they eatin' dicks, nigga
And you ever lose a nigga you love? That shit hit different
Ever f*ck a bitch inside her ass? It make her sit different
I done fell in love with a barber, she legit with it, uh-uh
(Ayy, pull up, Lam)
(Ayo, Pluto, you goin' brazy)
I showed a lot of niggas love, and I'd give 'em my last
Why you tell that bitch my business? Know she bring up my past
But I ain't even run my mouth, what you would do for the cash
You walk around like I'm a goofy, like I won't put you on blast
And I heard you told your friends, you ain't get the chance to finesse
These niggas claim they witnessed murders until they see one stretched
I'm tryna go to war with murder, I ain't tryna war with success
And we on 59th for murder, he put that shit on his back
Man, I be hangin' with them killers, they like Warzone
Woke up with my arm swole, I'm sleepin' with my watch on
Booster bitches bring me all type of shit without a barcode
I wasn't watchin' Dexter's Laboratory, I was watchin' Narcos
Late night ridin' in the trenches, duckin' potholes
I done watched my homie run up M's off Gelato
Bro ain't into drugs, he made a livin' out of Costco
Should've seen my face, I seen a Glock like fully auto, switch, nigga
Bitch niggas always 'round some rich niggas
Actin' like your ass be rich, you ain't got shit, nigga
Postin' on the 'Gram, you just around 'em 'cause they lit, nigga
You be tryna be in niggas' section before they bitch, nigga
Instagram bitches ridin' waves, they eatin' dicks, nigga
And you ever lose a nigga you love? That shit hit different
Ever f*ck a bitch inside her ass? It make her sit different
I done fell in love with a barber, she legit with it, uh-uh
And that cash is comin' in
Don't be talkin' 'bout your stash 'cause they runnin' in
And that gas is comin' in
Bro just came back off a trip, he got a hunnid in
And bro just got another ten
I can imagine how many bodies when the summer end
I can imagine when the summer end
I can imagine when the summer end
You false flaggin', you be throwin' up any gang you see
Became a killer, he became police
(Yeah, a killer, he became police)
The trenches say I'm so barbarian
Them drugs got me out of character
My bitches tell me I'm so arrogant
Like f*ck them niggas, we ain't lettin' up
Bitch niggas always 'round some rich niggas
Actin' like your ass be rich, you ain't got shit, nigga
Postin' on the 'Gram, you just around 'em 'cause they lit, nigga
You be tryna be in niggas' section before they bitch, nigga
Instagram bitches ridin' waves, they eatin' dicks, nigga
And you ever lose a nigga you love? That shit hit different
Ever f*ck a bitch inside her ass? It make her sit different
I done fell in love with a barber, she legit with it, uh-uh
Writer: David McDowell, Durk Banks, John Lam, Roland Hannah
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
What Happened To Virgil
[ Featuring Gunna ]
(Banger)
(Oh yeah, I'm finna make a banger with this one)
Last time you told me you proud of me, you wasn't proud of me
You was the nigga who doubted me
I was too mad at you
You let 'em come kill you, my brother
That shit was a tragedy
But magically I got the strategy
I was so sick and tired of niggas keep askin' me
"Who was the killers between the hood?" (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
Bro I'm a king, that mean we good
Talked to my TT about my problems
Learned to survive, I carry my chopper
Before I was 12, I went to the doctor
F*cked on a stripper and I took me a Roxy
How you my blooda? You say you gon' pop me
Fall over loyalty, never 'bout thotties
Don't mention my name if you mention them bodies
Don't mention my name if you mention them bodies
Stopped takin' drugs had to sit in a sauna
How you gon' blame me? I give her Gabanna
Bitch I'm a star, gotta use condom
Don't drink Par, only like Wocka
Sippin' on Wocka, I feel like I'm Flocka
Shit in my pocket, that shit'll go blocka
Say that I'm mean, what you mean? I caught you
Get away from her, high speed, I'm toxic
Called you a bitch, I'm sorry I lost it
Head down, X pill, Percocet, off it
Bitch my phone died, pass me a charger
Ain't have a coat, walked to school in a thermal
Bitches you lookin' up to, they'll burn you
Get out my business, this shit don't concern you
I get to diggin' this shit when I learn you
I love the trenches, this shit is eternal
Oh my God, what happened to Virgil?
I wish my brother had made it out surgery
I be up thinkin', that shit do be hurtin' me
If they gon' catch me, them niggas gon' murder me (oh no, oh)
Gave my bro twenty, he caught for a burglary
I love the bitches who say they ain't heard of me
Ever seen blood? That shit'll turn burgundy
Oh my God, what happened to Virgil?
Oh my God, what happened to Virgil?
Fresh like the first day of school, I'm a scholar
Found the solution and got some more problems
We from the sandbox, my dog since a toddler
Sixteen year old when I shot my first chopper
Flew out of Van Nuys, landed in Opa Locka
Quit flyin' the G5, fly helicopters (fly helicopters)
I count every blessin' and count every dollar
I'm 'bout to go factory plain
I treat all of my dogs the same
Take care all of my bitches the same
I just hope you financially sane
Never turnin' my back on the gang
From the A, we was taught to be brave
Had to squabble and take a few fades
Stay rock solid, you'll get through the phase
Damn, my nigga, what happened to Virgil?
Talked to God, I don't wanna get murdered
I got style, I don't know what you heard of
You lil' pussy, you soft and fertile
Only real ones throughout my circle
Only real ones throughout my circle, oh
R.I.P. Prince, I'ma pour up some purple
600 Maybach, the one with the curtain
Young GunnaWunna, the boy bought the Birkin
I'm goin' hard, now you proud of me workin'
Ridin' round the town sippin' and swervin'
Hold it down, do this shit with a purpose
Louis down, man, this shit came from Virgil (this shit came from Virgil)
Oh my God, what happened to Virgil?
Oh my God, what happened to Virgil?
Oh my God, what happened to Virgil?
Oh my God, what happened to Virgil?
Writer: Darrel Jackson, Durk Banks, Sergio Kitchens
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Grow Up / Keep It on Speaker
(David, wake up)
No, no, no
No, no, no
(Chase Davis on the beat)
I missed two, three graduations of my kids, they begged me to come
Greet my daddy and all of his Muslim brothers, I be like, "Salam"
My family get on the 'Book like I ain't shit, I just don't respond
Asked for school pants they told me, "Naw," like that shit cost a arm
My people stealin' TV's, coppin' radios to get a nod
Catch me, they gon' kill me mama, reason, I can't get a job
Opps play with my name but in real life that shit gon' cost a dub
Ashes from the Swisher burned the carpet, I had to toss the rug
My mind was goin' crazy, I couldn't eat, but that's the cost of love
Fantasizin' about a million cash, that shit gon' turn me up
Lean was takin over a nigga life, I had to burn the cup
Even though I gave you my life savings, feel like I ain't doin' enough
I wanted to run the streets when I grow up (when I grow up)
I wanted to be like Meech when I grow up (when I grow up)
I wanted to be a millionaire when I grow up (when I grow up)
I wanted to f*ck all the bad hoes when I grow up (when I grow up)
I was movin' like a lil' child, I had to grow up
And I be takin' all these drugs until I throw up
I had to grow up
I had to grow up (I had to grow up)
Police pulled me over 'cause I'm dark-skinned
She lied about her job but she bartend
A hundred thousand smile just for my porcelain (Will a fool)
Talkin' 'bout these drugs, before they barge in
Every prison, it come with a bail
Hundred pounds and it come with a smell
Before sex, I'ma offer a pill
Niggas die when they jump in the field
I told Booka, "I'll die for Deliah"
When she come into town, I see her
In the trenches that shit gettin' weird
All these rumors, they hurtin' my ears
Of the drink, I'm not f*ckin' with beer
And that pussy get wetter as piers
Feel like Kodak, I'm dyin' to live
I got a model that's down to chill
Off the drugs, I'm fightin' my fears
At the morgue, I'm wipin' the tears
It's too serious, you shoppin' at Sears
Fast car, I can't steer
I got diamonds in my ear
Sometimes, I can't hear
Lamb' truck, this not a Kia
All the cougars act like they Madea
Miss my granny, I'm dyin' to see her
And my bitch, they be dyin' to be her
Wipin' tears from Tooda and Tania
Call 'em sisters, they callin' us cheaters
Been to prison, I'm duckin' them people
Paranoia, I walk with a beeper
Know a killer, they call him The Reaper
When they call me, I keep it on speaker
Do a deal, I kick it with eaters
When you text me, I don't even read 'em
I'm of Addys, I don't even need 'em
Say he love me, I don't even believe him
Fast car, I can't steer
I got diamonds in my ear
Sometimes, I can't hear
No, no, no
No, no, no
(Chase Davis on the beat)
I missed two, three graduations of my kids, they begged me to come
Greet my daddy and all of his Muslim brothers, I be like, "Salam"
My family get on the 'Book like I ain't shit, I just don't respond
Asked for school pants they told me, "Naw," like that shit cost a arm
My people stealin' TV's, coppin' radios to get a nod
Catch me, they gon' kill me mama, reason, I can't get a job
Opps play with my name but in real life that shit gon' cost a dub
Ashes from the Swisher burned the carpet, I had to toss the rug
My mind was goin' crazy, I couldn't eat, but that's the cost of love
Fantasizin' about a million cash, that shit gon' turn me up
Lean was takin over a nigga life, I had to burn the cup
Even though I gave you my life savings, feel like I ain't doin' enough
I wanted to run the streets when I grow up (when I grow up)
I wanted to be like Meech when I grow up (when I grow up)
I wanted to be a millionaire when I grow up (when I grow up)
I wanted to f*ck all the bad hoes when I grow up (when I grow up)
I was movin' like a lil' child, I had to grow up
And I be takin' all these drugs until I throw up
I had to grow up
I had to grow up (I had to grow up)
Police pulled me over 'cause I'm dark-skinned
She lied about her job but she bartend
A hundred thousand smile just for my porcelain (Will a fool)
Talkin' 'bout these drugs, before they barge in
Every prison, it come with a bail
Hundred pounds and it come with a smell
Before sex, I'ma offer a pill
Niggas die when they jump in the field
I told Booka, "I'll die for Deliah"
When she come into town, I see her
In the trenches that shit gettin' weird
All these rumors, they hurtin' my ears
Of the drink, I'm not f*ckin' with beer
And that pussy get wetter as piers
Feel like Kodak, I'm dyin' to live
I got a model that's down to chill
Off the drugs, I'm fightin' my fears
At the morgue, I'm wipin' the tears
It's too serious, you shoppin' at Sears
Fast car, I can't steer
I got diamonds in my ear
Sometimes, I can't hear
Lamb' truck, this not a Kia
All the cougars act like they Madea
Miss my granny, I'm dyin' to see her
And my bitch, they be dyin' to be her
Wipin' tears from Tooda and Tania
Call 'em sisters, they callin' us cheaters
Been to prison, I'm duckin' them people
Paranoia, I walk with a beeper
Know a killer, they call him The Reaper
When they call me, I keep it on speaker
Do a deal, I kick it with eaters
When you text me, I don't even read 'em
I'm of Addys, I don't even need 'em
Say he love me, I don't even believe him
Fast car, I can't steer
I got diamonds in my ear
Sometimes, I can't hear
Writer: Daniel Ivy, David Morse, Dominic Brooks, Durk Banks, Julian Davis, Ridge Williams, William Byrd
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Smoking & Thinking
(D-D-D-DJ FMCT)
I'm like two for three tonight
(DJ Bandz, aw, man)
I'm different
Me, I'ma grow up a dog
Go through Securus, I slow up the call
Off two Addys, I tore up the 'Hawk
Rapper friends, they pour up and all
Killers and witness, they show up and all
Wish you was here to go pour up and talk
All of your jewelry gon' go in the vault
The barber snitched, no talkin' to ahk
You sneakin' and geekin' until you get caught
The niggas you praise, they really be soft
The Voice, I'ma just give you the sauce
Loyalty somethin' can never be bought
I miss you, wish your murder was false
Christian, really seen niggas get crossed
I seen niggas turn shit to a boss
Stop dick smokin', it's turnin' me off
Three hundred a show, Ethereum bought
Pussy, that's a serious fault
Tootsie's, I'm in this bitch with my dawgs
Lookin', nigga be pissin' me off
I done f*cked two or three strippers in stalls
Trenches, stickin' my dick through the draws
Spendin', DThang was hittin' the mall
Bitches, Von was f*ckin' 'em all
Ain't talked to my sister, I give her a call
I was in jail, I stare at the wall
Duckin' the D.A., the feds, and all
I went through your statement, I read it all
I done gave my last, y'all (yeah, yeah)
Why I miss your last call? (Last call)
I was left for dead, y'all (deah, yeah)
Know them niggas dead wrong (yeah, yeah)
I'm just smokin', thinkin' to myself, damn, I need y'all
I'm just smokin', ridin' by myself, damn, I need y'all
I'm just smokin', I'm just-
I'm just smokin', thinkin' 'bout my-, need
I'm just smokin', thinkin' 'bout my kids, man, I need y'all
I'm just smokin', thinkin' 'bout my life like damn, I'm T'd, y'all
I'm just smokin', why y'all let him die? I can't believe y'all
I'm just smokin', I'm just ridin', smokin'
I could sell a show out, no promotion, just go ask promoters
I got two, three felonies, I feel bogus, I can't get down with votin'
Why this nigga askin' me to take time? I wanted to stab the lawyer
I was in prison f*ckin' a lady guard, I couldn't get down with lotion
Big mouth, always talkin' shit, that bitch got halitosis
Fentanyl, takin' all them Percs, them niggas overdosin'
Lil' bro ran off with a Glock and weed, that lil' boy know he bogus
I come from the bottom, smokin' top notch, you know I'm chokin'
I'm just smokin', thinkin' to myself, damn, I need y'all
I'm just smokin', ridin' by myself, damn, I need y'all
I'm just smokin', I'm just-
I'm just smokin', thinkin' 'bout my-, need
I'm just smokin', thinkin' 'bout my kids, man, I need y'all
I'm just smokin', thinkin' 'bout my life like damn, I'm T'd, y'all
I'm just smokin', why y'all let him die? I can't believe y'all
I'm just smokin', I'm just ridin', smokin'
I'm like two for three tonight
(DJ Bandz, aw, man)
I'm different
Me, I'ma grow up a dog
Go through Securus, I slow up the call
Off two Addys, I tore up the 'Hawk
Rapper friends, they pour up and all
Killers and witness, they show up and all
Wish you was here to go pour up and talk
All of your jewelry gon' go in the vault
The barber snitched, no talkin' to ahk
You sneakin' and geekin' until you get caught
The niggas you praise, they really be soft
The Voice, I'ma just give you the sauce
Loyalty somethin' can never be bought
I miss you, wish your murder was false
Christian, really seen niggas get crossed
I seen niggas turn shit to a boss
Stop dick smokin', it's turnin' me off
Three hundred a show, Ethereum bought
Pussy, that's a serious fault
Tootsie's, I'm in this bitch with my dawgs
Lookin', nigga be pissin' me off
I done f*cked two or three strippers in stalls
Trenches, stickin' my dick through the draws
Spendin', DThang was hittin' the mall
Bitches, Von was f*ckin' 'em all
Ain't talked to my sister, I give her a call
I was in jail, I stare at the wall
Duckin' the D.A., the feds, and all
I went through your statement, I read it all
I done gave my last, y'all (yeah, yeah)
Why I miss your last call? (Last call)
I was left for dead, y'all (deah, yeah)
Know them niggas dead wrong (yeah, yeah)
I'm just smokin', thinkin' to myself, damn, I need y'all
I'm just smokin', ridin' by myself, damn, I need y'all
I'm just smokin', I'm just-
I'm just smokin', thinkin' 'bout my-, need
I'm just smokin', thinkin' 'bout my kids, man, I need y'all
I'm just smokin', thinkin' 'bout my life like damn, I'm T'd, y'all
I'm just smokin', why y'all let him die? I can't believe y'all
I'm just smokin', I'm just ridin', smokin'
I could sell a show out, no promotion, just go ask promoters
I got two, three felonies, I feel bogus, I can't get down with votin'
Why this nigga askin' me to take time? I wanted to stab the lawyer
I was in prison f*ckin' a lady guard, I couldn't get down with lotion
Big mouth, always talkin' shit, that bitch got halitosis
Fentanyl, takin' all them Percs, them niggas overdosin'
Lil' bro ran off with a Glock and weed, that lil' boy know he bogus
I come from the bottom, smokin' top notch, you know I'm chokin'
I'm just smokin', thinkin' to myself, damn, I need y'all
I'm just smokin', ridin' by myself, damn, I need y'all
I'm just smokin', I'm just-
I'm just smokin', thinkin' 'bout my-, need
I'm just smokin', thinkin' 'bout my kids, man, I need y'all
I'm just smokin', thinkin' 'bout my life like damn, I'm T'd, y'all
I'm just smokin', why y'all let him die? I can't believe y'all
I'm just smokin', I'm just ridin', smokin'
Writer: Cameron Hubler, David Cabral, Devonte Richmond, Durk D. Banks, Gabriel Kerr, Maliki Decampos
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Blocklist
(DJ FMCT)
(DJ Bandz, aw, man)
Before you block me I'm tryna text you, "I'm sorry that I hurt you"
I'm a street nigga with a name but certain shit just ain't worth it
And I'm sorry what I did to you, I know you didn't deserve it (didn't deserve it)
I told you 'bout all the hoes I f*cked, you got a little discouraged (little discouraged)
Told your friends about our problems, shit made me nervous
Please don't put me on that block list 'cause I don't deserve it
I gotta answer the private call 'cause you might call restricted
And I say you my prize possession 'cause I had to earn you (had to earn you)
I bring yo' laughs out
I send you money whenever you need, I send you Cash App
I call yo' phone, I can't get through, I make a text app
Pull up to your OG crib, that's the next step (oh)
The worst feelin' to be on that block list (block list)
I thought it was fun and games to be toxic
Came in the crib, my clothes in boxes (in boxes)
I grab her hand like, "Could you stop it?" (No)
Don't feel good to be on that block list (block list)
Why you put me on that block list? (Block list)
I can't get through, I'm on that block list (block list)
I'm tryna talk to you, I'm on that block list (block list)
I don't even answer for all of my guys
They talkin' 'bout bitches all on my line
I talk about street shit all the time
I don't talk about hoes all on my live
One time she had made me cry
And I'm like, "Some shit had got in my eye"
I ain't gon lie, I love the fact that she don't be kickin' it 'round my guys
Loyal, she gon' tell me like, "One of them niggas tried"
Love you, if I tell you that, I'ma tell you a hundred times
Gullible, told me if I ever cheat, "Don't be with strags"
Comfortable, she one hunnid, I put a hunnid in her bag
Perfect timin', I had to give her diamonds (oh-oh)
I be vibin', this loyal shit is timeless (oh-oh)
She like curry chicken bird, I like salmon (oh-oh)
Every time I'm freakin' her, I give her allowance (oh-oh)
Don't feel good to be on that block list (block list)
Why you put me on that block list? (Block list)
I can't get through, I'm on that block list (block list)
I'm tryna talk to you, I'm on that block list (block list)
(DJ Bandz, aw, man)
Before you block me I'm tryna text you, "I'm sorry that I hurt you"
I'm a street nigga with a name but certain shit just ain't worth it
And I'm sorry what I did to you, I know you didn't deserve it (didn't deserve it)
I told you 'bout all the hoes I f*cked, you got a little discouraged (little discouraged)
Told your friends about our problems, shit made me nervous
Please don't put me on that block list 'cause I don't deserve it
I gotta answer the private call 'cause you might call restricted
And I say you my prize possession 'cause I had to earn you (had to earn you)
I bring yo' laughs out
I send you money whenever you need, I send you Cash App
I call yo' phone, I can't get through, I make a text app
Pull up to your OG crib, that's the next step (oh)
The worst feelin' to be on that block list (block list)
I thought it was fun and games to be toxic
Came in the crib, my clothes in boxes (in boxes)
I grab her hand like, "Could you stop it?" (No)
Don't feel good to be on that block list (block list)
Why you put me on that block list? (Block list)
I can't get through, I'm on that block list (block list)
I'm tryna talk to you, I'm on that block list (block list)
I don't even answer for all of my guys
They talkin' 'bout bitches all on my line
I talk about street shit all the time
I don't talk about hoes all on my live
One time she had made me cry
And I'm like, "Some shit had got in my eye"
I ain't gon lie, I love the fact that she don't be kickin' it 'round my guys
Loyal, she gon' tell me like, "One of them niggas tried"
Love you, if I tell you that, I'ma tell you a hundred times
Gullible, told me if I ever cheat, "Don't be with strags"
Comfortable, she one hunnid, I put a hunnid in her bag
Perfect timin', I had to give her diamonds (oh-oh)
I be vibin', this loyal shit is timeless (oh-oh)
She like curry chicken bird, I like salmon (oh-oh)
Every time I'm freakin' her, I give her allowance (oh-oh)
Don't feel good to be on that block list (block list)
Why you put me on that block list? (Block list)
I can't get through, I'm on that block list (block list)
I'm tryna talk to you, I'm on that block list (block list)
Writer: Devonte Richmond, Durk Banks, Jarvis Adams Jr., Maliki Decampos
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Difference Is
[ Featuring Summer Walker ]
(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it)
Pussy drippin' on the dick, bitch tryna get nasty
When you spendin' six figures in a store they gotta bag it
You can't blame me, the shit you doin', it got me braggin'
When I touch her hair when you get it done, you turnin' ratchet, hmm
Mmm, and the difference is
My bitch bad and she killin' them
Mmm, and the difference is
We don't put the world in our business still
And they keep askin'
Sexy lil' bitch put on her mink lashes
I'm talkin' Gucci glasses or Chanel team jacket
She gon' get it without askin', she on queen status
You ridin' solo in that foreign, no need to pass the blunt
I know them niggas feelin' stupid, whoever passed you up
I put my fingers in her private in the restaurant
And she get mad when I'm off them drugs 'cause I don't cum fast enough
I'm in her tummy, steady cummin', I give her another liter
She steady runnin', pussy yummy, cut on that Justin Bieber
When I was nothin', gave her a hunnid, I did a couple features
Don't let her see the other side, I be with them demons
Mmm, and the difference is
My bitch bad and she killin' them
Mmm, and the difference is
We don't put the world in our business still
My bitch a rider (my bitch a rider)
My bitch a rider (my bitch a rider)
My bitch a rider (my bitch a rider)
My bitch a rider (my bitch a rider)
My bitch a rider (my bitch a rider)
My bitch a rider (my bitch a rider)
My bitch a rider
My bitch a rider
My bitch a rider
My bitch a rider (my bitch a rider)
My bitch a rider (she a rider) (oh no, no, no)
My bitch a rider (she a rider, rider, rider)
My bitch a-
I'ma ride for my baby
There ain't nothin' I wouldn't do for you
I pull up, won't leave you hangin'
You know I'll get mine, boy, if I'm comfortable
And you know how I get, boy, I'm possessive
I don't want no other bitch to touch up on my best friend
You show me how it feels when they deserve you and cherish each moment
That's what he wanted
'Cause the difference is
You ain't no f*ck nigga and I'm feelin' it
I'ma ride out, whip it
Play and I'll flip it
We got forever to go, oh, oh-oh
Mmm, and the difference is (difference is)
My bitch bad and she killin' them (killin' them)
Mmm, and the difference is
We don't put the world in our business still
My bitch a rider (my bitch a rider) (rider)
My bitch a rider (my bitch a rider) (rider)
My bitch a rider (my bitch a rider)
My bitch a rider (my bitch a rider)
My bitch a rider (my bitch a rider) (ah, ah, ah)
My bitch a rider
My bitch a rider
My bitch a rider (rider, rider)
My bitch a rider
My bitch a rider (my bitch, she a rider)
My bitch a rider (she a rider) (rider, rider)
My bitch a rider (ah, ah, ah)
My bitch a-
Writer: Durk Banks, Jocelyn Donald, Summer Walker, Thomas Moore, Trenton Turner
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Federal Nightmares
(Tahj Money)
Feel like I don't be havin' nobody to vent to
So I come to the studio, I just
Talkin' my thoughts
(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it)
Delete my iCloud if I think they really on me though
When trial come, it ain't your phone, it be your homie though
He on the stand with his head down like he don't know me though
It ain't no point in gettin' no lawyer if your homie told
He was with you on them late nights and them fast cars and them ski masks
If you mad, then I'm mad, then he mad, then he blam
Incredible witness, got every code to my keypad
Couldn't hold it down, a nigga jumped right off the deep end
Now I'm havin' federal nightmares
I'm havin' federal nightmares
Havin' federal nightmares
I'm havin' federal nightmares
They love you, then when you get booked, then it's f*ck you
Mama need half on rent, they treat her like she nothin'
That gang shit be cool, in reality it ain't nothin'
They know she hold you down, but your dog a still f*ck her
See that, see that shit hurt me the worst
And I ain't understand life, so it ain't hurt me at first
And I was tryna buy they loyalty, I was thirsty at first
Even though I'm doin' good, I'm still thirsty for Percs
Now I'm havin' federal nightmares
I'm havin' federal nightmares
Havin' federal nightmares
I'm havin' federal nightmares
I popped a pill one day and thought about a suicide
I was feelin' like nobody really loved me
Like the bitch I loved really tried to dub me
As a kid, a grown lady tried to rub me
I see my niece and tell her her daddy was a rider
Provider, and he advised us to rise up
I can't wife a bitch who ever hit my guys up
I pay two hundred cash for gang, it'll tie my thighs up
Now I'm havin' federal nightmares
I'm havin' federal nightmares
Havin' federal nightmares
I'm havin' federal nightmares
Feel like I don't be havin' nobody to vent to
So I come to the studio, I just
Talkin' my thoughts
(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it)
Delete my iCloud if I think they really on me though
When trial come, it ain't your phone, it be your homie though
He on the stand with his head down like he don't know me though
It ain't no point in gettin' no lawyer if your homie told
He was with you on them late nights and them fast cars and them ski masks
If you mad, then I'm mad, then he mad, then he blam
Incredible witness, got every code to my keypad
Couldn't hold it down, a nigga jumped right off the deep end
Now I'm havin' federal nightmares
I'm havin' federal nightmares
Havin' federal nightmares
I'm havin' federal nightmares
They love you, then when you get booked, then it's f*ck you
Mama need half on rent, they treat her like she nothin'
That gang shit be cool, in reality it ain't nothin'
They know she hold you down, but your dog a still f*ck her
See that, see that shit hurt me the worst
And I ain't understand life, so it ain't hurt me at first
And I was tryna buy they loyalty, I was thirsty at first
Even though I'm doin' good, I'm still thirsty for Percs
Now I'm havin' federal nightmares
I'm havin' federal nightmares
Havin' federal nightmares
I'm havin' federal nightmares
I popped a pill one day and thought about a suicide
I was feelin' like nobody really loved me
Like the bitch I loved really tried to dub me
As a kid, a grown lady tried to rub me
I see my niece and tell her her daddy was a rider
Provider, and he advised us to rise up
I can't wife a bitch who ever hit my guys up
I pay two hundred cash for gang, it'll tie my thighs up
Now I'm havin' federal nightmares
I'm havin' federal nightmares
Havin' federal nightmares
I'm havin' federal nightmares
Writer: Braylen Rembert, Durk D Banks, Jaden Howell, Tahj Javal Vaughn, Trenton D. Turner
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Love Dior Banks
I love my daddy
I miss my daddy
He was so special to me
He took me shopping, bought me everything
I follow his footsteps and bigger dreams
That's my daddy, that's my king
(Turn Me Up Josh)
(J Thrash On The Track)
(Ayo Bleu)
Ask me how I feel inside my mind, but I'm okay, for real
Never ever ask me about my life or about my case, for real
What you know 'bout sellin' everything you got 'cause you gotta pay the bills?
I just drove two hours to get some drank, I feel like a J, for real
Got some shooters comin' out that cut, they move like Navy SEALs
I will never vouch to pay for pussy, I'd rather pay appeals
Ask me for some cash, I'll give it to you, I'm like the bank, for real
What you know 'bout bein' around all them drugs? That shit stink, for real
Whenever that cash involved, them niggas gon' go race to kill
Sometimes I leave the Perc' on my tongue just to taste a pill
And he on papers, he tryna slide, I gotta make him chill
I be havin' deep talks with my dawgs, I gotta make 'em feel
Yeah
Look up and pray in my palms
Hold your brother in your arms, never let him go
Yeah
This shit ain't promised tomorrow
If you get him in your arms, never let him go
Yeah
And I love you for life
Hold him close, and you let him know
Yeah
It's too many homicides
Hold him close and you let him know
We see niggas f*ckin' with other niggas, they out-of-towners
You come around 'cause you got the drugs, you know I won't allow it
Plenty nights I ain't talk to my son, I had to call 'em private
Sometimes I'm mad I picked up a cup, I tried to really fight it
And I'ma react if you play with my bitch, you know that's really wifey
Say somethin' 'bout Tay Town, I'ma react 'cause you know you reunited
I'm from the Lam, I've been 300, I feel like Leonidas
Never call my phone 'bout murders, you know they still indictin'
I got a feelin' I'm beatin' my case 'cause I ain't even been indicted
They say I'm steady climbin' the charts and they ain't even too excited
He told me he fightin' like two, three murders, I told him keep on fightin'
Up to the point I'll send you money 'cause I ain't gon' keep on writin'
Get fresh as hell, take care of the opps, that shit that I be on
Got in my feelings, so they put V. Roy on my Styrofoam
I'm The Voice, cut on my music, they gon' sing along
And when I got on my feet, I put my people on
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh
Yeah
Look up and pray in my palms
Hold your brother in your arms, never let him go
Yeah
This shit ain't promised tomorrow
If you get him in your arms, never let him go
Yeah
And I love you for life
Hold him close, and you let him know
Yeah
It's too many homicides
Hold him close and you let him know
I miss my daddy
He was so special to me
He took me shopping, bought me everything
I follow his footsteps and bigger dreams
That's my daddy, that's my king
(Turn Me Up Josh)
(J Thrash On The Track)
(Ayo Bleu)
Ask me how I feel inside my mind, but I'm okay, for real
Never ever ask me about my life or about my case, for real
What you know 'bout sellin' everything you got 'cause you gotta pay the bills?
I just drove two hours to get some drank, I feel like a J, for real
Got some shooters comin' out that cut, they move like Navy SEALs
I will never vouch to pay for pussy, I'd rather pay appeals
Ask me for some cash, I'll give it to you, I'm like the bank, for real
What you know 'bout bein' around all them drugs? That shit stink, for real
Whenever that cash involved, them niggas gon' go race to kill
Sometimes I leave the Perc' on my tongue just to taste a pill
And he on papers, he tryna slide, I gotta make him chill
I be havin' deep talks with my dawgs, I gotta make 'em feel
Yeah
Look up and pray in my palms
Hold your brother in your arms, never let him go
Yeah
This shit ain't promised tomorrow
If you get him in your arms, never let him go
Yeah
And I love you for life
Hold him close, and you let him know
Yeah
It's too many homicides
Hold him close and you let him know
We see niggas f*ckin' with other niggas, they out-of-towners
You come around 'cause you got the drugs, you know I won't allow it
Plenty nights I ain't talk to my son, I had to call 'em private
Sometimes I'm mad I picked up a cup, I tried to really fight it
And I'ma react if you play with my bitch, you know that's really wifey
Say somethin' 'bout Tay Town, I'ma react 'cause you know you reunited
I'm from the Lam, I've been 300, I feel like Leonidas
Never call my phone 'bout murders, you know they still indictin'
I got a feelin' I'm beatin' my case 'cause I ain't even been indicted
They say I'm steady climbin' the charts and they ain't even too excited
He told me he fightin' like two, three murders, I told him keep on fightin'
Up to the point I'll send you money 'cause I ain't gon' keep on writin'
Get fresh as hell, take care of the opps, that shit that I be on
Got in my feelings, so they put V. Roy on my Styrofoam
I'm The Voice, cut on my music, they gon' sing along
And when I got on my feet, I put my people on
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh
Yeah
Look up and pray in my palms
Hold your brother in your arms, never let him go
Yeah
This shit ain't promised tomorrow
If you get him in your arms, never let him go
Yeah
And I love you for life
Hold him close, and you let him know
Yeah
It's too many homicides
Hold him close and you let him know
Writer: Braylen Rembert, Durk D Banks, Jeremiah Thrasher, Joshua Luellen, Saad Ghallab
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Pissed Me Off
(Wait, Matthew did you make this?)
Long live DThang, nigga
They gave you back a bow, bro, you hear me? (Man, what?)
You ain't get back for your mans, you in the club like he ain't dead (let's get it)
Nike ski mask for the COVID, the only time you niggas wear it (yeah)
Niggas ran inside my crib, but the Glock 10 was by the bed
I'll give my gun to India before I put it in your hand (man, what?)
I lost bro, I can't be happy 'til we creep up on the score
I know niggas act like they with it, but they bitches on the low
Why you niggas postin' son-son? Why you niggas postin' True?
Why you act like you support us? If you do, hop in that coupe
Grab a gun if you ain't with it, put up money for a gun (let's get it)
Put up money for a hot car, put up money for a bond (damn)
I don't see you on the regular, but I see you screamin', "Von" (Von, Von)
Uh, uh, but I see you screamin' (Von, Von, Von)
Boy, no cap, I got killers that I love, and they don't rap (let's get it)
Boy, no cap (no cap), I got rappers that I love, and they gon' splat (gon' splat)
If I die, just don't lie, man, you niggas better slide (you niggas better slide)
If you can't get the main nigga, then you better get his guy (grrah)
I pop pills until I pass out, I'm 'bout to crash out ('bout to crash out)
Mention bronem on your Live now, now he can't laugh now (he can't laugh now)
And my favorite gun the switch, you know that shit a kind now (brr, brr)
I don't care 'bout who you with, lil' nigga, nobody can time out (time out)
Foenem slide the next day, this shit cannot die down
Bronem from a different state, act like they from the 'Raq now (haha)
Oh, he got switches, oh, he got bitches? (He got bitches?)
You know that shit be for the 'Gram, I keep my distance (I keep my, man, what?)
Long live DThang, nigga
They gave you back a bow, bro, you hear me? (Man, what?)
You ain't get back for your mans, you in the club like he ain't dead (let's get it)
Nike ski mask for the COVID, the only time you niggas wear it (yeah)
Niggas ran inside my crib, but the Glock 10 was by the bed
I'll give my gun to India before I put it in your hand (man, what?)
I lost bro, I can't be happy 'til we creep up on the score
I know niggas act like they with it, but they bitches on the low
Why you niggas postin' son-son? Why you niggas postin' True?
Why you act like you support us? If you do, hop in that coupe
Grab a gun if you ain't with it, put up money for a gun (let's get it)
Put up money for a hot car, put up money for a bond (damn)
I don't see you on the regular, but I see you screamin', "Von" (Von, Von)
Uh, uh, but I see you screamin' (Von, Von, Von)
Boy, no cap, I got killers that I love, and they don't rap (let's get it)
Boy, no cap (no cap), I got rappers that I love, and they gon' splat (gon' splat)
If I die, just don't lie, man, you niggas better slide (you niggas better slide)
If you can't get the main nigga, then you better get his guy (grrah)
I pop pills until I pass out, I'm 'bout to crash out ('bout to crash out)
Mention bronem on your Live now, now he can't laugh now (he can't laugh now)
And my favorite gun the switch, you know that shit a kind now (brr, brr)
I don't care 'bout who you with, lil' nigga, nobody can time out (time out)
Foenem slide the next day, this shit cannot die down
Bronem from a different state, act like they from the 'Raq now (haha)
Oh, he got switches, oh, he got bitches? (He got bitches?)
You know that shit be for the 'Gram, I keep my distance (I keep my, man, what?)
Writer: Durk Banks, Matthew Fontanilla Manuel
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Broadway Girls
[ Featuring Morgan Wallen ]
[Morgan Wallen & Lil Durk]
2 AM at a Broadway bar
She's puttin' her number in my phone (Broadway girls alone)
Two Bud Lights deep, and she's sayin' things she don't mean
And you know
[Morgan Wallen]
I met her down at Aldean's
She said she that saw me walkin' in about a mile away
Bean just had to take her phone and that just took her smile away
She said I'm too drunk and crazy, she don't like the way I dance
I said, "You don't have to join in," she said she'd take a chance
I've been kinda crazy ever since it went down
I get kind of lost, and, baby, this what I found
Girls like you just wanna take me around, around and around
[Morgan Wallen & Lil Durk]
Oh, there's two things that you're gonna find out
They don't love you and they only love you right now
If I was smarter, I'da stayed my ass at home
And leave them Broadway girls alone (Leave 'em alone, leave 'em alone)
Them Broadway girls alone (Leave 'em alone, leave 'em alone)
Leave them Broadway girls alone
[Lil Durk]
They town just told me, "Don't trust 'em"
Broadway girls a trap
They on me, they tryna finesse me
They see me with Morgan and know that I rap
My horse is Porsches, turnin' me on
I jump on a horse, she get on the back
I went to the bar to go buy her a drink
She listen to P!nk, she told me she not into rap
I can't run out of money
The trenches love me forever
They treat me like Ed in London
Take her to pool, then got a beer for nothin'
Tecovas boots, guitar, cigar, the bar
She ridin' a bull like cars, she usually don't cool with stars
[Morgan Wallen]
Now, there's two things that you're gonna find out
They don't love you and they only love you right now
If I was smarter, I'da stayed my ass at home
And leave them Broadway girls alone
Broadway girls, Broadway girls
Them Broadway girls alone
Broadway girls, Broadway girls
Them Broadway girls alone
[Morgan Wallen & Lil Durk]
Oh, think I oughta settle down
And find me somethin' I can take back to my hometown, oh
But I told 'em that I'm savage
They just tryna tell me there's
[Morgan Wallen]
There's two things that you're gonna find out
They don't love you and they only love you right now
If I was smarter, I'da stayed my ass at home
And leave them Broadway girls alone
Two things that you're gonna find out
They don't love you and they only love you right now
If I was smarter, I'da stayed my ass at home
And leave them Broadway girls alone
Broadway girls, Broadway girls
Them Broadway girls alone
Broadway girls, Broadway girls
Leave them Broadway girls alone
[Morgan Wallen]
'Lone, 'lone, Broadway girl
'Lone, 'lone, Broadway girls alone
'Lone, 'lone, Broadway girls
Broadway girls, Broadway girls alone
Writer: Alexander Izquierdo, Durk D. Banks, Ernest Keith Smith, Grady Block, Joe Reeves, Morgan Wallen, Rocky Block, Ryan Vojtesak
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
7220 is the seventh studio album by American rapper Lil Durk. It was released through Only the Family, Alamo Records, and Sony Music on March 11, 2022. The album features guest appearances from Future, Gunna, Summer Walker, and Morgan Wallen. The reloaded edition was released on March 18, 2022, exactly one week after its release. The deluxe edition of the album was released on June 24, 2022 and features additional appearances from Moneybagg Yo, EST Gee, Doodie Lo, Ella Mai and A Boogie wit da Hoodie.
7220 received generally positive reviews from music critics. It debuted at number one on the US Billboard 200 chart, earning 120,500 album-equivalent units in its first week.
Performed By:
Lil Durk7220 received generally positive reviews from music critics. It debuted at number one on the US Billboard 200 chart, earning 120,500 album-equivalent units in its first week.
Genre(s): Drill
Producer(s): Aye Peewee, AyeTM, Ayo Bleu, Beezo, Charlie Handsome, Chase Davis, Chopsquad DJ, Coco, Cubeatz, David Morse, DB, DJ Bandz, DJ FMCT, DJ Mxngo, DJ Young Pharaoh, DKeyz, Dmac, Faatkid Goin Crazy, Grayson, Gxsha, Harto Beats, Haze, Hitmaka, Hoops, Irocconthebeat, J Thrash On The Track, JahDaGod, JiggaSosa, Jimmy Meech, Joe Reeves, John Lam, John Luther, K1ngm3, Louie Montana, LowLowTurnThatUp, Marko Lenz, MatthewFM, NFE Paris, Nuki, Oz on the Track, Pluto Brazy, Real Red, Shaad K'Rounds, SirFredo, Southside, Stg2x, Tahj Money, TM88, Too Dope, Touch of Trent, Trill Bans, TurnMeUpJosh, Uncle Cameron, Wheezy, Will-A-Fool, YC, YodaYae1K, Young T, Zypitano
Length: 47:55
Released: March 11th, 2022
Year: 2022