Lil Durk

[fox69]

"One Night"

"One Night"


[Hook]
We don't love these hoes, I only want one night
Then pass her to my bros, I only want one night
These niggas lovin' hoes, I only want one night
These niggas cuffin' hoes, I only want one night
I only want one night [2x]
These niggas lovin hoes, I only want one night [3x]
These niggas cuffin' hoes, I only want one night

[Verse 1]
Fuck the bitch and passed her, got on my louie glasses
She just wanna fuck, I like my bitches nasty
Bankroll shawty, ain't no need for cracking
You need it when you done, you ain't gotta ask
I turned her to an eater, can't worry bout no bitch
We don't even need her, just one time with that bitch
I'm right here in the spot, can't worry about no bitch
300, OTF she gone fuck off strength
No sex, just neck, just pass her to my squad
Free bro, free rex, for them boys I go hard
You probably like the rest, we ain't like the rest
I'm leanin' everyday like I like to rest

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Stacks of hell of bands, do the money dance
She only got one dollar, that mean you gotta chance
Everybody up, bankcount plan
To do the president, she gotta do hell of friends
Fuck alot of these hoes, wifing hoes, don't do those
She thinking bout two nights, adios amigos
That turn down for what, I'm turned up, turnt up
Rob who? you crazy boy, don't get burned up
Strip club going up, bro nem' pouring up
Ten thousand ones, still bitches wanna fuck
Stripper bitches eat us, I know the hoes eat us
Black cards and visa's, foreign cars we keep coming by

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Party"

"Party"


[Intro: Lil Durk]
Yeah
Let's throw a party, let's throw a party (Let's get it)
Let's throw a party (a party a party party)

[Hook: Lil Durk]
Lets have a party
Invite the bad bitches
Invite the drug dealers
Bring the city out cause I'm that nigga
She wanna be famous
Just let me record her
Put grits in my water
We gonna turn up at this party like
Party party lets throw a party (x8)

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Party party lets throw a party
She geeking, she tweeking, she high off the molly
Bitches on bitches, she say she not gay if she kissing her body
Bring me Patron, I meant the designer
Pass me the hookah, pass me the 9
Pass me my mic, my show starts at 9
Let's party party party party
Lil bitch say she want me now, say my name bring the city out
She wanna fuck cause she see me at Diddy's house
Lil ho i can't go low,i can't go (let's get it)
Call DJ up, play me, block party
Glock 40 on me, cause these niggas hate me
Lil bitch she a head hunter (Say she a head hunter)
Wanna fuck cause my red bottoms (cause my red bottoms)
I'm turning up I'm a bread winner (Turning up I'm bread winner)
You can't come if you ain't getting money (She ain't getting no money)
I can't go, tryna get a bank roll (bank roll)
You ain't on the list should of never came ho
Get in free, if you do the Bang Bros

[Hook: Lil Durk]

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Party when I'm broke, party when I'm rich
Party in a coupe, party with your bitch
No candy see you later
We gorillas nigga, cage us
Party hard, I need more acres
No phone, I book on papers
You could say I'm in 3hunna the way I left the bitch in that dirt
I'm a King Slime, she walk off I'm going in her purse
Ooh she feeling me just like a nurse
Just because I'm a star don't mean she won't get burnt
Party!
Jiggle that, jiggle that, jiggle that baby
Party!
When I fucked you I came right back the next day
Party!
Nigga party big as a parade
Party!
I'm YSL, Durk, tell 'em whatcha bang

[Bridge: Lil Durk]
OTF, I do it for the fam
Pull out your phone and do it for the gram
Put ya hands up jump up and down and just jam (Jam)
Jump up and down and just jam
Yeah

[Hook: Lil Durk]

 

[fox69]

"Perfect Picture"

"Perfect Picture"


Yeah, (Yeah)
This nigga ain't really fuckin wit us man
Got this shit guaranteed on lock
Lets get it!
UhhhHH
That picture perfect shit like that

Iont think my shit don't sta-a-a-ank
Not picture perfect, shit like that
I'm on top of my city
Whoever thought some shit like that?
Now I be driving foreign cars
That picture perfect shit like that
Whoever thought I'd be a sta-a-a-a-ar?
Picture perfect shit like that
Ayy-a-a-ayy

Now dis ain't what you want
Only drop some shit like dat
Name an auto-tunin nigga
That'll drop some shit like dat
They say they snatch yo shit
I get yo shit right back
If you ain't with a 5s
I can't picture tha-a-a-a-ayy
Picture perfect panorama [?Porche?]
You a pussy, still on forces
Those are ghosts, I'm hearin voices
Made a "M" by makin choices
That make me see these hata's
Truest colors
Free my brothers
Die for them
Thats on my mother
Alot of kids before 21
(Whoever thought?)
Alot of niggas snake you for your mon'
(Whoever thought?)
I never thought
I buy the shit I never bought
Or them cases that I caught
If I never called

Iont think my shit don't sta-a-a-ank
Not picture perfect, shit like that
I'm on top of my city
Whoever thought some shit like that?
Now I be driving foreign cars
That picture perfect shit like that
Whoever thought I'd be a sta-a-a-a-ar?
Picture perfect shit like that
Ayy-a-a-ayy

Public houses, public schools
Only eatin public food
Really me but picture you
You can't walk up in my shoes
I'm that dude
(Whoever thought?)
Now sing this tune for whoever you lost
Lives
Ayy-ayy-ayy
Pray for em
Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayyyy
Pray for em
Ayy-ayy-ayyy
(For em)
Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayyyy
Model wants to get cuz
Ain't nobody believe me
Call me phony, call me greedy
Niggas mad cuz they ain't eating
I had to grind for it
Nobody had time for it
I had to put my mind to it

Iont think my shit don't sta-a-a-ank
Not picture perfect, shit like that
I'm on top of my city
Whoever thought some shit like that?
Now I be driving foreign cars
That picture perfect shit like that
Whoever thought I'd be a sta-a-a-a-ar?
Now picture perfect shit like that
Ayy-a-a-ayy

That picture perfect shit like that
(Shit like that)

 

[fox69]

"Perky's Calling (Remix)"

"Perky's Calling (Remix)"


Ay, I'm back on that '07 shit, ya hear me
I think I'm the only nigga that can turn ops to fans, ya hear me
Free 9

Me and Nuski swagged up in grad school
Remember when the homicide grabbed you
Boogieman had trap like a drive thru
The coke is goin' quick like it's fast food
Booka told me D-rose lost his 9-1
Appeal money for them killas when that time come
Sneak dissin' with these goofys, niggas dyin' for 'em
One call I'll make my TV it'll slide up
I press 1JB 'cause Zoo was callin'
I press 7 'cause these goofys callin' (Let's get It)
I fucked yo bitch and took her Louie shopping (Ain't Nun)
Fucked yo bitch and took her Louie shopping
I beat my case I keep my pistol on me (Let's Get It! Ls)
This nigga 'pose to been my man but he was snitchin' on me
And everytime he came around I was grippin on it
Like fuck yo life I won't think twice and I'll blink you homie
We a'll turn your IG to an obituary
I just took couple of yo homies to a cemetery (Let's get It)
And you know we did it you ain't did none (Bitch)
DD in the jam and he ain't said nothin'
Can't name a fucking nigga that I ran from
Just made 60 thousand off a Samsung
Just put a couple bodies on my damn gun
And we carry draco's like they hand guns
Bitches wanna glo wanna be famous
Cummed inside her mouth I make her taste dick (Eater)
Them skinny bitches whine I make em take dick
Might fuck her in the butt so she can stay thick
I lost my niggas to this shit that's why I'm solo homie gang)
Uptown Miami hood and I was dolo homie
The streets will pull you back and forth like yo-yo homie
Like we ain't kill your mans and I don't know your homie
I can hear Nuski calling
I can hear Yuyu calling (Chino)
I can hear LA calling
Yea I can hear Pluto calling
I can hear Irish calling
I can hear J Money calling
And I can hear O calling
Yea I can hear Mo calling
I was staying in Chicago cause I had to (Let's Get It! Ls)
Probation for my pistol it was bad news
All these niggas tried to diss me cause they had to (Gang)
Even if I was with my kids, know I had to
I got better fans I got better thoughts
Like shout out to them killas who was never caught
Niggas screaming gang gang yea they hella soft
I seen that shit happened that's a gimmick nigga (Fraud)
A hunnid for my jewelry for my image nigga (Let's get It)
In the field with my killas playing scrimmage nigga
That Timmy Turner won't none to my Timmy nigga
Tim-Tim gave a fifty in the city nigga
Nigga off Tremain I used to hang with (Bitch)
Now they want me dead on some fame shit (Bitch)
Or they want some people that's the same shit
And they call them people that's the same shit (Gang!)

 

[fox69]

"Pick Your Poison"

"Pick Your Poison"


I been running with that street vibe
I fell back off that love shit
You tryna play me for a goofy, that's that bullshit
I be with robbers like to mug shit
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
These niggas ain't real, niggas be actin' like homies
Screaming they gang, ain't put in work, that shit 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 shit
You tryna play me for a goofy, that's that bullshit
I be with robbers like to mug shit
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'm a 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 shit is mine

I been running with that street vibe
I fell back off that love shit
You tryna play me for a goofy, that's that bullshit
I be with robbers like to mug shit
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

 

[fox69]

"Pressure"

"Pressure"


Oouu
Superstar she got me feelin' so messed up
I be workin' on a lot of stuff
Pressure
These lil' bitches love 'em so extra

[Lil Durk (Young Thug):]
Pressure
I wanna be with you but they will not let us
My pride in the way and I can not help it
My name on the pussy baby don't sell it
Don't sell confessions
I will not lie to baby I swear
Accept me for your past baby I swear
You was right there when no one was there
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ooh ooh (Yah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ooh ooh (Yah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ooh ooh (Yah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah uh-huh
Durkio world

Baby momma want me to be with her (be with her)
Kept me with bitches I'm teachin (teachin')
I'm finally famous so bitches be plottin' on me (ay)
My hungry bro before I don't want no apologies (you ain't gotta tell me sorry)
You left me in the dark when you left you took a part of me

Fame in the way I couldn't see (oo ooh)
I ain't really where I wanna be (oo ooh)
Ohh (oo ooh)
When you left me in the dirt you took a part of me

Pressure
I wanna be with you but they will not let us
My pride in the way and I can not help it
My name on the pussy baby don't sell it
Don't sell confessions
I will not lie to baby I swear
Accept me for your past baby I swear
You was right there when no one was there
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ooh ooh (Yah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ooh ooh (Yah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ooh ooh (Yah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah uh-huh
Sleep in the dark

These bitches be blastin' up all of my texts (all of my texts)
Lyin', they sayin' they all was my ex (all was my ex)
The stories ain't and you gotta speak fast (fast)
I know they be frauds so baby don't sweat it
Nigga you trippin' and you lookin' pathetic (pathetic)
Gave you my heart so baby protect it (baby protect it)
Same broad vacation (same broad vacation)
Ain't brought the bag temptation (temptation)
So let me take the lead (take the lead)
I know you is proud of me (proud of me)

Fame in the way I couldn't see (oo ooh)
I ain't really where I wanna be (oo ooh)
Ohh (oo ooh)
When you left me in the dirt you took a part of me
(Hey!)

Pressure
I wanna be with you but they will not let us
My pride in the way and I can not help it
My name on the pussy baby don't sell it
Don't sell confessions
I will not lie to baby I swear
Accept me for your past baby I swear
You was right there when no one was there
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ooh ooh (Yah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ooh ooh (Yah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ooh ooh (Yah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah uh-huh

 

[fox69]

"Ready For Em"

"Ready For Em"


They hate all my niggas, they hate that I'm breathing
Shoutout to my squad, ya feel me? OTF Gang

Is it true you got shooters hangin' out the roof?
I'm just tryna' to do what I spit in the booth
Free Dada & Bodo, shooters on the loose
On the block earn stripes, squad full of troops
Call Zoo, he be ready every time I do
Shot clock but he ready every time to shoot
Ops route for a diss I just give 'em shots
I gotta chill cause the police posted on the block
D'Thang say we hot but it's easy to flop
I call Rod ‘cause he easy with mop
Niggas hating, just give my prop
Niggas say that I'm dumb when they see me with thots
But I tell 'em like, I can't get better with bitches
I’m so fed up with these snitches, smoke one for Pluto
I'mma put grass in these Swishers
And step on these pipes with my niggas, they killin' my prime
Bitches, they killin' my vibe
IG full of money but they askin' for rides
Not me, ask one of my guys
I kill for one of my guys, free bro from the drive
Remember them days I was starvin'
Empty stomach, no car, no money
These niggas be tweakin' that's why I got shooters on dummy
Let's get it

[Lennox:]
You want bombaclad war? hm? hm?
You wanna ramp wit me?
[gunshots]
Come on me say!
Me shot 61 people for fun!
Who want test me?
Come on, come on!
Do you know who ya bombaclad ramp wit?
You don’t know me, I’m the original Jamaican dandatta!
You understand, Jamaican Rude Boy!

Got Broski on point like Kyrie
Don’t fear no man that can die like me
I done dodged doin' hits
I dodged my momma told me get out Dodge, I can't sleep
I can't mob, cause I’m in too deep
It’s to the point where my nigga only kin to me
Fuck a homie cause a homie don't think like Tony
Montana cause the chopper for shorty, ohh
Lost J-Money and Tay, shit happen
No Drake, but nigga we made it
Called Dede he ready, he slingin' impatient, got killers like Hatians
I land in Miami, call Dada, we go and take off to Lil Haiti
Got shooters on shooters who shoot to kill shooters, ain’t talkin' no navy
Sneak dissin' on the squad, we send shots at that boy and Broski be facin'
Pillowtalkin' to bitches, I see if she bad, but nigga she basic
I ain't hearin' 'bout niggas, and I ain't worried 'bout niggas
Street sweepers, hit the streets up, and I care ‘bout a nigga, let’s get it

 

[fox69]

"Real"

"Real"


Pour a cup of that dirty
Might take me a perc 30
Gotta watch out for who love me and the same people who hurt me
Gotta watch out for who love me and the same people who hurt me
My momma said I might OD
I'ma a drinker ma I ain't worried
Gotta watch out in these streets
I'ma a thinker ma I ain’t worried
Can't trust none of these niggas
Don't love none of these bitches
How they judging me nigga
I came up from these trenches
I might roll a blunt up for my people
I might pour a cup up for my people

Baby momma actin' evil
Uncle still playin' wit them needles
New car gas diesel
New money cash Visa
Nuski died what they believin'
Brotha muslim to my pops too
Tell 'em pigs no pork needed
We ain't tryna talk no agreements
Beat my case wit the best lawyer
Told my sister I want the best for ya
Fuck a strippa go invest money
IG hoes that's a test for ya
Devil workin' want the best of ya
Street niggas make a mess of ya
Lil niggas put stress on ya
Yea yea yea
Start them killas off of guns, start the traphouse off of pounds
Bitch you know I love my son, boy my back was on the ground
Who love you when no one there, who love you when no one care

Pour a cup of that dirty
Might take me a perc 30
Gotta watch out for who love me and the same people who hurt me
My momma said I might OD
I'ma a drinker ma I ain't worried
Gotta watch out in these streets
I'ma a thinker ma I ain’t worried
Can't trust none of these niggas
Don't love none of these bitches
How they judging me nigga
I came up from these trenches
I might roll a blunt up for my people
I might pour a cup up for my people

Close homie tried to kill me
I'm just givin' y'all that's the real me
Real niggas gotta feel me
Station tryna they tryna wheel me
Couple big niggas tried to lil me
I got more power so don't try me
I got missed call from my granny
Gotta get back wit the family
Streets say I need old me
Nappy dreads off the codeine
Block niggas servin' dope fiend
Gold rollies to a trophy
Fuck a deal I got street money
Keep money plug keep comin'
Comin' strong nothin' weak to me
Nick Cannon Glocks keep drummin'
In the streets wit me it ain't nowhere
Got all of these money I'mma show it
So who love you when no one there, who love you when no one care

Pour a cup of that dirty
Might take me a perc 30
Gotta watch out for who love me and the same people who hurt me
My momma said I might OD
I'ma a drinker ma I ain't worried
Gotta watch out in these streets
I'ma a thinker ma I ain’t worried
Can't trust none of these niggas
Don't love none of these bitches
How they judging me nigga
I came up from these trenches
I might roll a blunt up for my people
I might pour a cup up for my people

 

[fox69]

"Remember My Name"
(feat. King Popo)

"Remember My Name"
(feat. King Popo)



[Hook: King Popo]
Don't forget about me
This bigger than money, this bigger than fame
Remember everything that I did to get where I'm at
Please don't take it from me
Said I wouldn't change
I'm still the same, and they love it
You can hate me or love me
But I bet you remember, I bet you remember
Remember my name...

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
They never remember
I did time for a gun, that I never remember
Did time with my son been delivered
I cried tears, I couldn't show em my position
No sleep in the hallways
Me being me sipping lean with a 30 like always
Couldn't afford Trues now I sleep with Versace and Balmain
Then I hit the streets with lights on
Still slept with the rats and the cockroaches
Lost niggas , I lost bitches, I lost time
But I'm back on the block though
Gang with me also but its bigger than money
[?]
They say I won't make it
Now they favor, I got 20 to play with
Grew up on Chicago South side, where you get killed if you outside
And I made it out, and I'm outside
Name hold weight like a motherfucker
And I love my niggas like blood brothers
Same niggas, same gang can't change on em
One time, don't move it
But I bet that clip gon hang though

[Hook: King Popo]

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Real street nigga, made it from the bottom
Coming up as a kid niggas gave him nothing
12 years old knew I was a problem
All I wanted was money and the fame
Cars, cribs, and bitches wouldn't name
I can't change for nothing in this world
Lord blessed me two boys and a girl
Two dead cousins I lost to this world
Crossed over like Flo Rida
Only my squad they both sliding
Money and power they both riding
Caught him and him and they both sliding
Trap house, block party, niggas doing the same shit
They got nothing
And niggas try me and that Mac bust
And they remember my name...

[Hook: King Popo]

 

[fox69]

"Resume"

"Resume"


We sell liquid dope (gang!)
The weed man online (Let's get it!)
Damn...

I was deep in the field on this street shit
Late night I was starving ain't eat shit
Studio thinking hits, tryna get rich
Hanging with a lot of niggas that was counterfeit
I was too real tote a blue steel
Had a deal, had a deagle
No deal, I was breaking packs
Had to feed and go kill, post till I had M's
Then I had to go chill with a couple racks
I'm a real man
Studio 24 like a Laker fan
Street shit, had to take it in
One time out late I ain't take it in
I had to make amends
See you the red light
Creep on you with the red light
Strip a forty, getcha head right
I'ma side slide
Ion't know nothing I was on the road doing shows so bye bye
We're connected like WiFi
Ion't know shit I can't tell on my guys
Smoking on this spinach game, Popeye
And my niggas do a drill
Nigga up pipe call it show and tell
Light a nigga brain like emmit till
Do a drill, they for real, they'll kill
Going outside to these streets, yeah

This street shit ain't for everybody (no, no, no, no, no)
So I'm tell this shit to everybody (no, no, no, no, no)
So stay in yo lane (stay in yo lane)
You can't fit in with this crowd (nah)
Whats yo resume nigga? (what's your resume?)
You ain't no killer (you ain't no killer nigga)
I'm asking what's your resume nigga? (what's your resume nigga?)
I heard you ain't no killer (nah, nah, nah, nah)
Who with this street shit?

We was hugging them corners
Niggas snitching they informing
Street shit was important
Back then I couldn't afford it
Yellow ice bitch stone Jeff Ford shit
They see how he spending them forges
Tryna rob me M and place
With no face
I'm talking 'bout arm and hammer baking soda
If the block dry then I'm taking over
Police they take it I'ma make it over
Give me a brick and I'ma break it over
You ready, I'm ready
You with it, I'm with it
Let's get it, you talk but don't get it
Put D in that skillet
I'm tryna get millions
I'm tryna get rich
Shit rich
Talking drug money, blood money
I love money, I wanna hug money