Bismillaahir Rahmaanir Raheem
Alhamdu lillaahi Rabbil 'aalameen
Ar-Rahmaanir-Raheem
Maaliki Yawmid-Deen
Iyyaaka na'budu wa lyyaaka nasta'een
Ihdinas-Siraatal-Mustaqeem
Siraatal-lazeena an'amta 'alaihim ghayril-maghdoobi 'alaihim wa lad-daaalleen
Amen
(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it)
Check your texts, Smurk, my phone been dead for a week
Check your net worth, three million, I spent that shit at Uber Eats
I know I'm past it, but I get mad when they say I don't do shit for the streets
I pay cash and I feel good to do it, I grew up off Link
I like my Xans blue, my Percs white, my Sprite Easter pink
I was salty when Nuski passed, so I couldn't imagine what Vita think
I got a cousin in Jojo World, so I couldn't imagine what he'd think
I'm so cool, like CJ, I could tell the DJ, "Play some Tink"
I'm so happy, I'm fully focused, I had to slow down off the drink
I was in Cleveland Clinic, I almost met up with God for the week
The same place Damar Hamlin went, that shit ain't cheap
I went rose Patek 2023, Phillipe
That's a closed casket, why that bastard lookin' like he sleep?
I told brodie, do it for molly, he fall, he turnt up as we speak
I told Herm I need more horses, I ain't jump up out the Jeep
Well, I did, when I seen- shh, I jumped up out the seat
I be shakin' when I pray 'cause I don't be stretchin' out my knee
I had brought a pair of Buffs 'cause I was in Detroit for a week
I'm went Johnny on the grill, open my mouth and get that glee
Now you Shiesty in your hood, they pop outside to get that ski (phew)
Oh, they my rival
Oh, they'll do anything to go viral
Oh, like what? They'll kill your idol
Oh, you ain't even got a title
Fee-fi-fo-fum, all the opps, they no fun
Two in the car, niggas ridin' 'round with-
Street niggas winnin', I just had me a foursome
Never leave inside that jam if they know somethin'
Still free my opps, they gon' get life when that Glock torch
Could've have caught me, bro 'nem had snuck on my back porch
Brodie got dummy bags, had the drug dealers act up
Brodie don't hustle, off the muscle, go get a Mack truck
Brodie don't hustle, off the muscle, go get a Mack truck
All of this bappin', cappin', rappin' all for a camera
Only The Family, in my eyes, worser than the cancer
Oh, they my rival
Oh, they'll do anything to go viral
Oh, like what? They'll kill your idol
Oh, you ain't even got a title
Lil Durk - Deep Thoughts Album Lyrics
Lil Durk - Deep Thoughts Lyrics
(Featuring Future, Lil Baby, Hunxho, Jhené Aiko)
Writer: Durk Banks, Isaiah Valmont, Trenton Turner, Vincent Desrosiers
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Keep On Sippin'
(TouchofTrent be wildin' with it)
I done gave you everything, how you gon' keep on trippin'?
I gave my word to my higher self, say, "I ain't gon' keep on sippin'"
I know how love is, so therefore I'ma keep my distance
I know how love is, when I stay away, that's when I'm the richest
Wish I keep on sippin'
When you damn near goin' broke you wanna keep on sippin'
I made a promise to myself, I ain't gon' keep on sippin'
When my girl had broke my heart, it made me keep on sippin'
Thinkin' 'bout bronem on that deathbed, I keep on sippin'
Them Percocets and Xannies made me wanna keep on sippin'
Before I threat you, I'll keep it in and keep on sippin'
Pass me my cup so I-I keep on sippin'
Pass me my cup so I-I-I-
She told me that she had my back when I did my time
But I know that she lyin', she lyin', she lyin'
First day up in rehab, I was actin' like I was in deep now, I lied, lied, lied, lied
When you cash out on a pornstar, you put your lifestyle on the line
I told 'em I'll stop drinkin', they instantly knew I was lyin'
You dance around with the demons, you spirititual take a bath
If you tapped in with the higher power, you don't need to be embarrassed
She told me if I keep sippin', ain't no need in gettin' married
My first day, havin' withdrawals, couldn't believe, it was scary
Visine, it was blurry, in the deep, you witnessed murder
I damn near couldn't believe all the things I done heard of so I-
Keep on sippin'
When you damn near goin' broke you wanna keep on sippin'
I made a promise to myself, I ain't gon' keep on sippin'
When my girl had broke my heart, it made me keep on sippin'
Thinkin' 'bout bronem on that deathbed, I keep on sippin'
Them Percocets and Xannies made me wanna keep on sippin'
Before I threat you, I'll keep it in and keep on sippin'
Pass me my cup so I-I keep on sippin'
Pass me my cup so I-I-I-
Dead and gone, they gon' show you love just with hashtag
You say that we family, you not around, that shit a red flag (yeah, yeah)
Tell 'em that you love me, don't say it back, that shit a red flag (hmm)
This new generation don't show you love, just with a head tap (yeah)
Say it to my face, you basically tellin' me on the-, federal
You ain't never speak your mind before you hear jap, terrible
Test my gangsta like you said you was, I'm darin' you
I see them memes, boy, you scarin' who?
I don't need a big gun, I got my big palms (yeah)
I'm tryna get shit done, but that's the Sheitan (Sheitan)
I turned my life around, I gave it to Islam (yeah)
I wanna drink your lean, but I ain't get none
Keep on sippin'
When you damn near goin' broke you wanna keep on sippin'
I made a promise to myself, I ain't gon' keep on sippin'
When my girl had broke my heart, it made me keep on sippin'
Thinkin' 'bout bronem on that deathbed, I keep on sippin'
Them Percocets and Xannies made me wanna keep on sippin'
Before I threat you, I'll keep it in and keep on sippin'
Pass me my cup so I-I keep on sippin'
Pass me my cup so I-I-I-
There's a stigma in the inner cities (yeah)
For young, Black boys and young Black women to (yeah), to go to rehab (yeah)
To seek therapy, to seek help (yeah)
This for the youth, or this for the older people who wanna
Who wanna do better (Of course)
And, and feel like they embarrassed
Or feel like a lot goin' on or people gon' talk about 'em
If I do it, they gon' do it
I done gave you everything, how you gon' keep on trippin'?
I gave my word to my higher self, say, "I ain't gon' keep on sippin'"
I know how love is, so therefore I'ma keep my distance
I know how love is, when I stay away, that's when I'm the richest
Wish I keep on sippin'
When you damn near goin' broke you wanna keep on sippin'
I made a promise to myself, I ain't gon' keep on sippin'
When my girl had broke my heart, it made me keep on sippin'
Thinkin' 'bout bronem on that deathbed, I keep on sippin'
Them Percocets and Xannies made me wanna keep on sippin'
Before I threat you, I'll keep it in and keep on sippin'
Pass me my cup so I-I keep on sippin'
Pass me my cup so I-I-I-
She told me that she had my back when I did my time
But I know that she lyin', she lyin', she lyin'
First day up in rehab, I was actin' like I was in deep now, I lied, lied, lied, lied
When you cash out on a pornstar, you put your lifestyle on the line
I told 'em I'll stop drinkin', they instantly knew I was lyin'
You dance around with the demons, you spirititual take a bath
If you tapped in with the higher power, you don't need to be embarrassed
She told me if I keep sippin', ain't no need in gettin' married
My first day, havin' withdrawals, couldn't believe, it was scary
Visine, it was blurry, in the deep, you witnessed murder
I damn near couldn't believe all the things I done heard of so I-
Keep on sippin'
When you damn near goin' broke you wanna keep on sippin'
I made a promise to myself, I ain't gon' keep on sippin'
When my girl had broke my heart, it made me keep on sippin'
Thinkin' 'bout bronem on that deathbed, I keep on sippin'
Them Percocets and Xannies made me wanna keep on sippin'
Before I threat you, I'll keep it in and keep on sippin'
Pass me my cup so I-I keep on sippin'
Pass me my cup so I-I-I-
Dead and gone, they gon' show you love just with hashtag
You say that we family, you not around, that shit a red flag (yeah, yeah)
Tell 'em that you love me, don't say it back, that shit a red flag (hmm)
This new generation don't show you love, just with a head tap (yeah)
Say it to my face, you basically tellin' me on the-, federal
You ain't never speak your mind before you hear jap, terrible
Test my gangsta like you said you was, I'm darin' you
I see them memes, boy, you scarin' who?
I don't need a big gun, I got my big palms (yeah)
I'm tryna get shit done, but that's the Sheitan (Sheitan)
I turned my life around, I gave it to Islam (yeah)
I wanna drink your lean, but I ain't get none
Keep on sippin'
When you damn near goin' broke you wanna keep on sippin'
I made a promise to myself, I ain't gon' keep on sippin'
When my girl had broke my heart, it made me keep on sippin'
Thinkin' 'bout bronem on that deathbed, I keep on sippin'
Them Percocets and Xannies made me wanna keep on sippin'
Before I threat you, I'll keep it in and keep on sippin'
Pass me my cup so I-I keep on sippin'
Pass me my cup so I-I-I-
There's a stigma in the inner cities (yeah)
For young, Black boys and young Black women to (yeah), to go to rehab (yeah)
To seek therapy, to seek help (yeah)
This for the youth, or this for the older people who wanna
Who wanna do better (Of course)
And, and feel like they embarrassed
Or feel like a lot goin' on or people gon' talk about 'em
If I do it, they gon' do it
Writer: Durk D. Banks
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
They Want To Be You
[ Featuring Future ]
Pluto
You know I'm sayin'?
Say, say what you want
Say, say what you want
Real nigga idol, man, they wanna be just like you
You trainin' hoes to stay on go, I'm just like you
Get plenty women, plenty money, just like you
Bitch dressed in Fendi and designer just like you
Totin' the semi', it's extended, I'm just like you
Made it out the bottom, ex-pill poppers, I'm just like you
Before I made a million dollars, I paid my dues
I can't be stopped, I can't be stopped, I just refuse
Took my time with it, I had to grind for this
Out of my mind for this, canary diamonds
Trust, I'm climbin', got it down to a science
G6, global, that's what I'm flyin' in
I had to change my mindset, that's where you decline at
You don't know if that's your baby yet, which your lil' lyin' ass
They ain't even hook up my cable yet, my shit was down bad
Bales bond, says I can't link with Von, but brodie'll ride past
How you take her to Louis Vuitton but leave your dogs with all tabs?
Took a champagne shower, now she take it all baths
See I rather pay scammers, I had to pay them all half
If you told, you a coward, you gon' hang with all rats
Hey Smurk, all the kids rap, they wanna be just like you
Hey Durk, my family hurt me, they did me just like you
Hey rapper, I know a street nigga live just like you
The name, the fame, the game, they just like you
When I'm hurt, I don't wanna vent, mama, I'm just like you
Took my uncle watch to a pawn shop, I'm just like you
Hey rappy, just keep your mouth closed, there's somethin' to lose, nothin' to prove
Unfortunately somethin' to you
Real nigga idol, man, they wanna be just like you
You trainin' hoes to stay on go, I'm just like you
Get plenty women, plenty money, just like you
Bitch dressed in Fendi and designer just like you
Street nigga livin' like he rap, just like you
I put my family on the map, just like you
Money, bitches, fame, made a name, just like you
Smashin' exotics for a hobby, I'm just like you
Hey Smurk, all the kids rap, they wanna be just like you
Hey Durk, my family hurt me, they did me just like you
Hey rapper, I know a street nigga live just like you
The name, the fame, the game, they just like you
Writer: Durk D. Banks, Nayvadius Demun Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Soul Bleed
(Ayy, pull up, Lam)
If I can't vibe with you, I can't be the one to save your dreams
If I love you and you tryna detox, I can't be the one that sell you lean
A street nigga with all my love, he never told what all he seen
I'd drop all my hoes, you could never match up with my queen
And I've been slackin' lately, I've been studyin' judgement for my dīn
I've been slackin' lately, I've been puttin' niggas before my team
Ten toes, ask the county how many times my phone ring
You be sniffin' around my business, that's gon' make your nose bleed
My soul bleeding
My soul bleeding
He don't want that money, he want that pleasure
Never caught him out, have a deep talk, make him better
And she like Derrick, got her a rose, now she wetter
When my homie die, then I fantasize, it make me madder
That make my soul bleed
And I don't be feelin' like nobody on my side
When you be up, you get locked up, that's not a vibe
Messed up with my kids, now I'm locked in and I provide
All of them my twin, no, I can't deny
No, I can't
And I laid in bed with a bitch who bashed me, want my money now
Told me, "Cash out money," she ain't got money, she ain't got no account (ayy, pull up, Lam)
Legal money
Go in my drawer when I be sleep, that ho be sneakin' money
I bonded- out from the county jail with my feature money
I'd been with him through his whole bid, now he ain't speakin' to me
(Now he ain't speakin' to me)
My soul bleeding
My soul bleeding
My soul bleeding
My soul bleeding
(Ayy, pull up, Lam)
If I can't vibe with you, I can't be the one to save your dreams
If I love you and you tryna detox, I can't be the one that sell you lean
A street nigga with all my love, he never told what all he seen
I'd drop all my hoes, you could never match up with my queen
And I've been slackin' lately, I've been studyin' judgement for my dīn
I've been slackin' lately, I've been puttin' niggas before my team
Ten toes, ask the county how many times my phone ring
You be sniffin' around my business, that's gon' make your nose bleed
My soul bleeding
My soul bleeding
He don't want that money, he want that pleasure
Never caught him out, have a deep talk, make him better
And she like Derrick, got her a rose, now she wetter
When my homie die, then I fantasize, it make me madder
That make my soul bleed
And I don't be feelin' like nobody on my side
When you be up, you get locked up, that's not a vibe
Messed up with my kids, now I'm locked in and I provide
All of them my twin, no, I can't deny
No, I can't
And I laid in bed with a bitch who bashed me, want my money now
Told me, "Cash out money," she ain't got money, she ain't got no account (ayy, pull up, Lam)
Legal money
Go in my drawer when I be sleep, that ho be sneakin' money
I bonded- out from the county jail with my feature money
I'd been with him through his whole bid, now he ain't speakin' to me
(Now he ain't speakin' to me)
My soul bleeding
My soul bleeding
My soul bleeding
My soul bleeding
(Ayy, pull up, Lam)
Writer: Durk Banks, John Lam, William Ramos
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
1000 Times
[ Featuring Lil Baby ]
That's crazy, um
You know Doggpound was-
That's a block from my granny crib, you know?
That's where I met BJ and 'em
Shout out to Pound
My heart was poundin', it's crazy as it's soundin'
Nigga I used to f*ck wit' in the hood left me drownin'
Went to jail, ain't even have a bond, I gave him thousands
BM bitchin' over pics I liked, that shit was childish
Funeral homes and trial dates, nowadays that shit be crowded
Postin' guns, them bitches ain't gettin' used, them niggas cowards
Niggas 'round the way just show they fake, them niggas sour
I be googlin' Von pics everyday, just check my browser
Bitches high as niggas nowadays, they f*ck for hours now
The hoes ain't come outside back in the day, they f*ck for thousands now
First they want the weed, then the lean, they want the powder now
One of my brothers popped too many pills, can't come around me high
When I was down you wasn't on my side, can't come around me now
Thought you was slick, I seen that shit come from a thousand miles
I sat in the courtroom for a day, I seen a thousand trials
And I'm around the same niggas who I started with
And I support the same hood who I started with
And I'ma stand on all ten who I'm startin' with
You proud of me
Me, I'm proud of you, them shorties proud to shoot
You a clown to me, you told me you never told, I went and found the truth
Chain drownin' me, I look at foenem the wrist, look like they drownin' too
Street nigga had came to me with nothin', I gave him a pound or two
My heart was poundin', it's crazy as it's soundin'
Nigga I used to f*ck wit' in the hood left me drownin'
Went to jail, ain't even have a bond, I gave him thousands
BM bitchin' over pics I liked, that shit was childish
Funeral homes and trial dates, nowadays that shit be crowded
Postin' guns, them bitches ain't gettin' used, them niggas cowards
Niggas 'round the way just show they fake, them niggas sour
I be googlin' Von pics everyday, just check my browser
Started young, I seen a lot
Checkin' in on ya, don't want nothin', that shit mean a lot
Ain't nothin' at home for him, so he think the block is all he got
Told Smurk the beefin' route got numbers down in Hip-Hop
This ain't entertainment, this shit real like Big and Tupac
The trolls got you feelin' like you got somethin' to prove
Prove it, they gon' have somethin to say, lose-lose
Told my youngins, "I hope y'all know gettin' a life sentence ain't cool"
I tell everybody just know what you doin' when you do it
Streets ain't what it was, they f*cked it up, this shit a dub
Young niggas run the old heads out the way
Ones who had the plug, they got the restaurants and clubs now
Youngin's don't want money, all they care about is guns
In order to win the war you gon' have to have your funds right
We used to be a hunnid deep back then, we had fun nights
Forty went to jail, twenty straight, the rest done lost they life
I had 2K to my name, I have gave him a thousand
Bro got twenty years, he shed for like a thousand
She finna get on OnlyFans and charge a thousand
He wanted 2K for a Drac, I gave him a thousand
Told you my word one thousand
I told you my word one thousand
I told you my word one thousand
I told you my word one thousand
My heart was poundin', it's crazy as it's soundin'
Nigga I used to f*ck wit' in the hood left me drownin'
Went to jail, ain't even have a bond, I gave him thousands
BM bitchin' over pics I liked, that shit was childish
Funeral homes and trial dates, nowadays that shit be crowded
Postin' guns, them bitches ain't gettin' used, them niggas cowards
Niggas 'round the way just show they fake, them niggas sour
I be googlin' Von pics everyday, just check my browser
Writer: Durk D. Banks, Dominique Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Turn Up a Notch
The big Durkio, though
Nigga been bumpin' this shit since I was seven years old, man
And I got with Durkio
It hurts you the worst when your brothers don't turn you up
It hurts you the worst when your brothers don't turn you up
(808 Mafia)
Back in 2012, they counted me out
I had to turn up a notch
Back then, them hoes f*ckin' for clout
I had to turn up a notch
I'm thinkin' you happy, but lowkey you doubted me
I had to turn up a notch
Sleepin' on porches, I served off the balcony
I had to turn up a notch
Bro in the kitchen, fell asleep off Percocets
Wifey text me like, "Turn off the pot"
Thinkin' 'bout bro, doin' the dash in the Ghost
Off a four, shit had me swervin' a lot
Hit him with perjury, he kept it a hundred through burglary
I send him money a lot
Wishin' he made it through surgery
Doctors' and nurses' faces tellin' a lot
Shout-out brodie, he made it out of the drug game
You'd be blessed if he serve you an ounce
I f*ck your bitch, I'm not throwin' no shade up
I'm the type to just f*ck her and bounce
Seen my uncle actually reactin' off coke
Won a Grammy, sent my picture to bro
Breezy, Wicked and Chuckyy my woe
Them not the niggas you send to the store
Breakin' news, the trenches a zoo
Just don't move, get shot out your shoes
Tell on who? I don't have a clue
Flew her out and she stayed in the room (woah, woah)
Murder cases, I watch it from Zoom (woah, woah)
Ice from Izzy, my shit like a pool (woah, woah)
Give me lean, I don't want no Azul (woah, woah)
All my savages family too (woah, woah, woah)
Back in 2012, they counted me out
I had to turn up a notch
Back then, them hoes f*ckin' for clout
I had to turn up a notch
I'm thinkin' you happy, but lowkey you doubted me
I had to turn up a notch
Sleepin' on porches, I served off the balcony
I had to turn up a notch
My savages, my savages, my savages
It hurts you the worst when your brothers don't turn you up
My savages, my savages, my savages
It hurts you the worst when your brothers don't turn you up
My savages, my savages, my savages
It hurts you the worst when your brothers don't turn you up
My savages, my savages, my savages
It hurts you the worst when your brothers don't turn you up
Nigga been bumpin' this shit since I was seven years old, man
And I got with Durkio
It hurts you the worst when your brothers don't turn you up
It hurts you the worst when your brothers don't turn you up
(808 Mafia)
Back in 2012, they counted me out
I had to turn up a notch
Back then, them hoes f*ckin' for clout
I had to turn up a notch
I'm thinkin' you happy, but lowkey you doubted me
I had to turn up a notch
Sleepin' on porches, I served off the balcony
I had to turn up a notch
Bro in the kitchen, fell asleep off Percocets
Wifey text me like, "Turn off the pot"
Thinkin' 'bout bro, doin' the dash in the Ghost
Off a four, shit had me swervin' a lot
Hit him with perjury, he kept it a hundred through burglary
I send him money a lot
Wishin' he made it through surgery
Doctors' and nurses' faces tellin' a lot
Shout-out brodie, he made it out of the drug game
You'd be blessed if he serve you an ounce
I f*ck your bitch, I'm not throwin' no shade up
I'm the type to just f*ck her and bounce
Seen my uncle actually reactin' off coke
Won a Grammy, sent my picture to bro
Breezy, Wicked and Chuckyy my woe
Them not the niggas you send to the store
Breakin' news, the trenches a zoo
Just don't move, get shot out your shoes
Tell on who? I don't have a clue
Flew her out and she stayed in the room (woah, woah)
Murder cases, I watch it from Zoom (woah, woah)
Ice from Izzy, my shit like a pool (woah, woah)
Give me lean, I don't want no Azul (woah, woah)
All my savages family too (woah, woah, woah)
Back in 2012, they counted me out
I had to turn up a notch
Back then, them hoes f*ckin' for clout
I had to turn up a notch
I'm thinkin' you happy, but lowkey you doubted me
I had to turn up a notch
Sleepin' on porches, I served off the balcony
I had to turn up a notch
My savages, my savages, my savages
It hurts you the worst when your brothers don't turn you up
My savages, my savages, my savages
It hurts you the worst when your brothers don't turn you up
My savages, my savages, my savages
It hurts you the worst when your brothers don't turn you up
My savages, my savages, my savages
It hurts you the worst when your brothers don't turn you up
Writer: Durk Banks, Joshua Howard Luellen, Matthew-Kyle Adrian Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Vanish Mode
I'm givin' bitches a band a piece
Trick off, you f*cked up the recipe
Bitches know ain't no finessin' me
Arrogant, my bitch a masterpiece
Famous bitches was harassin' me
Freaky bitches want a line a piece
F*cked her good, I couldn't find the keys
Bitch say she love me, she lyin' to me
Vanish mode, she hit the silent approach
I'm from the trenches, I'm signin' her throat
Adderall, I am not drivin' the boat
Ride with my niggas, I'm in Cali, let's go
Insecure bitches, they cryin' the most
Out of these rappers, my shit shine the most
After the f*ck, I gave her to bro
My bitch at the crib, I ain't savin' a ho
I leave the crib and she use her rose
Can't come around, I'm approvin' hoes
Off these drugs, on cruise control
Knowin' me, I'll lose control
Say she ain't never had a dick in her mouth
Only reason she did it 'cause a nigga like me
Say she can't do it with the kids in the house
But she told me pull up when they goin' to sleep
Remember, I ain't have none to eat, now all my cars a million a piece
I took my Shahada, I pray on my knees
Don't f*ck when you drunk, don't prey on the weak
Fresh after sex, she gone put on my briefs
First thing I look at is nails and teeth
I can't be seen with you, order and eat
You keep on a ski-mask more than Yeat
How I take pills, I need more than three
She left you in jail, she knowin' you weak
I move to cover, I know that she skeet
She waxin' her pussy, it's better to eat
She text me, she told me, she gon' me in Florida
One of the baddest, I never record her
Barbie, treat the bitch just like my daughter
She know damn well she don't come in that order
I'm givin' bitches a band a piece
Trick off, you f*cked up the recipe
Bitches know ain't no finessin' me
Arrogant, my bitch a masterpiece
Famous bitches was harassin' me
Freaky bitches want a line a piece
F*cked her good, I couldn't find the keys
Bitch say she love me, she lyin' to me
Vanish mode, she hit the silent approach
I'm from the trenches, I'm signin' her throat
Adderall, I am not drivin' the boat
Ride with my niggas, I'm in Cali, let's go
Insecure bitches, they cryin' the most
Out of these rappers, my shit shine the most
After the f*ck, I gave her to bro
My bitch at the crib, I ain't savin' a ho
Trick off, you f*cked up the recipe
Bitches know ain't no finessin' me
Arrogant, my bitch a masterpiece
Famous bitches was harassin' me
Freaky bitches want a line a piece
F*cked her good, I couldn't find the keys
Bitch say she love me, she lyin' to me
Vanish mode, she hit the silent approach
I'm from the trenches, I'm signin' her throat
Adderall, I am not drivin' the boat
Ride with my niggas, I'm in Cali, let's go
Insecure bitches, they cryin' the most
Out of these rappers, my shit shine the most
After the f*ck, I gave her to bro
My bitch at the crib, I ain't savin' a ho
I leave the crib and she use her rose
Can't come around, I'm approvin' hoes
Off these drugs, on cruise control
Knowin' me, I'll lose control
Say she ain't never had a dick in her mouth
Only reason she did it 'cause a nigga like me
Say she can't do it with the kids in the house
But she told me pull up when they goin' to sleep
Remember, I ain't have none to eat, now all my cars a million a piece
I took my Shahada, I pray on my knees
Don't f*ck when you drunk, don't prey on the weak
Fresh after sex, she gone put on my briefs
First thing I look at is nails and teeth
I can't be seen with you, order and eat
You keep on a ski-mask more than Yeat
How I take pills, I need more than three
She left you in jail, she knowin' you weak
I move to cover, I know that she skeet
She waxin' her pussy, it's better to eat
She text me, she told me, she gon' me in Florida
One of the baddest, I never record her
Barbie, treat the bitch just like my daughter
She know damn well she don't come in that order
I'm givin' bitches a band a piece
Trick off, you f*cked up the recipe
Bitches know ain't no finessin' me
Arrogant, my bitch a masterpiece
Famous bitches was harassin' me
Freaky bitches want a line a piece
F*cked her good, I couldn't find the keys
Bitch say she love me, she lyin' to me
Vanish mode, she hit the silent approach
I'm from the trenches, I'm signin' her throat
Adderall, I am not drivin' the boat
Ride with my niggas, I'm in Cali, let's go
Insecure bitches, they cryin' the most
Out of these rappers, my shit shine the most
After the f*ck, I gave her to bro
My bitch at the crib, I ain't savin' a ho
Writer: Durk D. Banks
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Monitoring Me
He said some in public, I got in his DM and made him apologize
I can't tell you what I had told him for real, my shit be monetized
Lil' bro want that fast shit, when he go to Six Flags, he don't get on rides
I be with the niggas who take the rapper's shit and make 'em buy it back
I done charged a ball player a thousand dollar line just to say he drinking Act'
Half the niggas who rap that be in the 'Raq don't even be in the 'Raq
One of the opps lil' fast that you can tell his ass used to run laps
I can merch on all my kids, lil' boy, you ain't make a gun clap
You can't tell me shit, even though we cool, I can't tell him give yo' gun back
I can't send no money on my name 'cause lil' bro a killer, he killed his gump ass
I don't even know if the feds tryna set me up 'cause you woofin' with yo' lil' gump ass
Ain't no killer said that they seen't you kill, yo' lil' ass just a stunt man
You know brodie got shot in his arm, that micro mini get shot with one hand
I ain't gon' say he gon' miss his target 'cause he up too close to miss his one man
I just did it just 'cause I f*ck with 'em, I'll air one before Jumpman
How you gon' tell a nigga, don't f*ck with another nigga and you ain't done shit?
How you gon' tell a nigga he safe when he in yo' city? You ain't even the gunman
How you gon' tell the killer you can't send him none 'cause you bought a bitch a lil' something?
You know that money be different, they come to your building to kill you and the doorman
I was a Jeezy fan, but I was seein' red, ain't build me a snowman
You put a switch on a new Glock, bet the lil' bitch'll start jammin'
I don't even got to pay a nigga to do none, I got killers, all my friends
Name the top five bitches out right now, I had ass all in my hand
I ain't gon' say the name right now, it's a possibility you they man
That's on Pluto grave, lil' bitch, yo' bitch ass ain't gettin' in that van
How you gon' wipe my ass when you see me? When yo' lil' bitch ass wipe the stand
I know he was a real killer 'cause I seen 'em do it, he ain't even wipe off his hand
I ain't ever see you do nothin', I ain't ever see you shoot shit up
I ain't ever hear you say nothin', but I heard you told dude, "Get up"
If you post in the hood, we gon' get up wit' you
If you post, you gotta show, we gon' get up wit' you
Man, the nigga I love'll get hit up wit' you
See, Boona a bug, he gon' up wit' you
See, I pay 'em just not to get rid of niggas
Talkin' 'bout the ones with Twitter fingers
Bro body came straight from a misdemeanor
How he put on that switch? You a pistol cleaner
Keep your mouth closed, you won't get subpoenaed
Feds watch FaceTime wit' a lip reader
You know Varney, he the one with the tooth missin'
You know shorty gon' leave your roof missin'
Why the f*ck you gon' ride wit' a new nigga?
I done mixed my Tris with a root beer
F*ck Wock' 'cause it make me take two shits
She be suckin' my dick at Ruth's Chris
Can't tell me what you did 'cause you ain't do shit
I can't tell you what I had told him for real, my shit be monetized
Lil' bro want that fast shit, when he go to Six Flags, he don't get on rides
I be with the niggas who take the rapper's shit and make 'em buy it back
I done charged a ball player a thousand dollar line just to say he drinking Act'
Half the niggas who rap that be in the 'Raq don't even be in the 'Raq
One of the opps lil' fast that you can tell his ass used to run laps
I can merch on all my kids, lil' boy, you ain't make a gun clap
You can't tell me shit, even though we cool, I can't tell him give yo' gun back
I can't send no money on my name 'cause lil' bro a killer, he killed his gump ass
I don't even know if the feds tryna set me up 'cause you woofin' with yo' lil' gump ass
Ain't no killer said that they seen't you kill, yo' lil' ass just a stunt man
You know brodie got shot in his arm, that micro mini get shot with one hand
I ain't gon' say he gon' miss his target 'cause he up too close to miss his one man
I just did it just 'cause I f*ck with 'em, I'll air one before Jumpman
How you gon' tell a nigga, don't f*ck with another nigga and you ain't done shit?
How you gon' tell a nigga he safe when he in yo' city? You ain't even the gunman
How you gon' tell the killer you can't send him none 'cause you bought a bitch a lil' something?
You know that money be different, they come to your building to kill you and the doorman
I was a Jeezy fan, but I was seein' red, ain't build me a snowman
You put a switch on a new Glock, bet the lil' bitch'll start jammin'
I don't even got to pay a nigga to do none, I got killers, all my friends
Name the top five bitches out right now, I had ass all in my hand
I ain't gon' say the name right now, it's a possibility you they man
That's on Pluto grave, lil' bitch, yo' bitch ass ain't gettin' in that van
How you gon' wipe my ass when you see me? When yo' lil' bitch ass wipe the stand
I know he was a real killer 'cause I seen 'em do it, he ain't even wipe off his hand
I ain't ever see you do nothin', I ain't ever see you shoot shit up
I ain't ever hear you say nothin', but I heard you told dude, "Get up"
If you post in the hood, we gon' get up wit' you
If you post, you gotta show, we gon' get up wit' you
Man, the nigga I love'll get hit up wit' you
See, Boona a bug, he gon' up wit' you
See, I pay 'em just not to get rid of niggas
Talkin' 'bout the ones with Twitter fingers
Bro body came straight from a misdemeanor
How he put on that switch? You a pistol cleaner
Keep your mouth closed, you won't get subpoenaed
Feds watch FaceTime wit' a lip reader
You know Varney, he the one with the tooth missin'
You know shorty gon' leave your roof missin'
Why the f*ck you gon' ride wit' a new nigga?
I done mixed my Tris with a root beer
F*ck Wock' 'cause it make me take two shits
She be suckin' my dick at Ruth's Chris
Can't tell me what you did 'cause you ain't do shit
Writer: Durk Banks, Joshua Howard Luellen
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Untouchable
You live, you die
These niggas do ho shit, them blame it on bein' high
See me, I ride around lowkey
I'm a real P, like Ski
Two million up like Yeezy
My ex-hoes all need me
Any niggas I cut ties with, I feel like I need it
He went big on Instagram for likes, now he pleadin'
These niggas think shit sweet
I hustle when I get a chance
Fill the IV up with codeine
I can barely hold my stance
Got a PT in my pants
I can count the M's, half sleep
I'll pull up on you, two deep
Real nigga, I ain't afraid to lose
Don't pull up on me with a friend, 'cause I ain't gon' choose unless you sharin'
They confused on what I'm wearin', these VV's got a bitch starin'
Ayy, get these niggas out my section
Ridin' 'round in Prestos, color like my complexion
Pills from Ernesto, geek up like a reverend
Yes, I talk to God, I been high since like eleven
Ayy, mm, f*ck what he talkin' about, I pull up trim
Niggas tryna f*ck with me, but f*ck 'em all, I'm him
They say I'm untouchable, I pull up with them Ms
You live, you die
These niggas do ho shit, them blame it on bein' high
See me, I ride around lowkey
I'm a real P, like Ski
Two million up like Yeezy
My ex-hoes all need me
Any niggas I cut ties with, I feel like I need it
He went big on Instagram for likes, now he pleadin'
These niggas think shit sweet
I hustle when I get a chance
Fill the IV up with codeine
I can barely hold my stance
(Mm, f*ck what he talkin' about, I pull up trim)
(They say I'm untouchable, I pull up with them Ms)
These niggas do ho shit, them blame it on bein' high
See me, I ride around lowkey
I'm a real P, like Ski
Two million up like Yeezy
My ex-hoes all need me
Any niggas I cut ties with, I feel like I need it
He went big on Instagram for likes, now he pleadin'
These niggas think shit sweet
I hustle when I get a chance
Fill the IV up with codeine
I can barely hold my stance
Got a PT in my pants
I can count the M's, half sleep
I'll pull up on you, two deep
Real nigga, I ain't afraid to lose
Don't pull up on me with a friend, 'cause I ain't gon' choose unless you sharin'
They confused on what I'm wearin', these VV's got a bitch starin'
Ayy, get these niggas out my section
Ridin' 'round in Prestos, color like my complexion
Pills from Ernesto, geek up like a reverend
Yes, I talk to God, I been high since like eleven
Ayy, mm, f*ck what he talkin' about, I pull up trim
Niggas tryna f*ck with me, but f*ck 'em all, I'm him
They say I'm untouchable, I pull up with them Ms
You live, you die
These niggas do ho shit, them blame it on bein' high
See me, I ride around lowkey
I'm a real P, like Ski
Two million up like Yeezy
My ex-hoes all need me
Any niggas I cut ties with, I feel like I need it
He went big on Instagram for likes, now he pleadin'
These niggas think shit sweet
I hustle when I get a chance
Fill the IV up with codeine
I can barely hold my stance
(Mm, f*ck what he talkin' about, I pull up trim)
(They say I'm untouchable, I pull up with them Ms)
Writer: Durk D. Banks
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Notebook (No Hook)
(Ayy, pull up, Lam)
I'm so tired of you tellin' me that he sorry (Sorry)
Missin' my shows and meet and greets like I ain't an artist (Artists)
Love to take drugs to keep me above, I'm just honest (Honest)
They know who I am, they make up rumors, I'm honest (Honest)
He ain't support like he used to, he said I'm garbage (Garbage)
Now he at my shows, askin' for tickets like we partners
I'll check on my partner mom before I ever check on my followers
I f*ck with a throat GOAT, but she graduated to a swallower
You know who you is, you know what you did
You know who you was, you know, dirty bitch
You know goofy niggas, you know different cliques
You know how you mad, you know I'm the shit
You ain't support me at all
How you say you my dog?
Told you, I lost it all
You ain't even come call
Watchin' story from a fake page and I seen 'em shoppin' at the mall
Told him I need a handout, he ain't respond to me at all
Four pockets full, full of hundreds
Forty million cash from a label
I ain't fallin' out with my homies
Call 'em, tell 'em put it on the table
Before it was bails, bonds, I paid cash, I ain't never say I ain't able
Broke bitch asked for a crib, petty ass, got the bitch a craddle
I know what you did, so I hate you
I know what you did for the paper
Why you called the police on your man?
He on papers, you know they gon' take him
Put a four of Pai in my Crush
I ain't f*ck online with my nuts
Wuk shoot, I rely on his guts
Benji boys, I know he gon' clutch
Trench baby, dirty little bastard
Soul hurt, ain't walk up to the casket
Why I pour a cup and I'm fastin'?
I just tucked the Drac' in my jacket
Industry puttin' me in beef
Why do that? I'm signed to the streets
Pull up on 'em, frrt, frrt, frrt (Baow)
Why the f*ck I'm arguin' over beats?
Brodie pulled up in a steamer
It's stolen 'cause he ain't even got the key
Thought about puttin' pounds on the jet, I ain't do it 'cause they was checkin' IDs
Thought about puttin' pounds on the jet, I ain't do it 'cause they gon' put it on me
Thought about puttin' pounds on the jet, but the Juice WRLD shit be scarin' me (Uh)
Put this in my notebook (Woah-woah, woah-woah, woah-woah)
This shit right here, no hook (Woah-woah, woah-woah, woah-woah)
Put this in my notebook (Woah-woah, woah-woah, woah-woah)
This shit right here, no hook
I'm so tired of you tellin' me that he sorry (Sorry)
Missin' my shows and meet and greets like I ain't an artist (Artists)
Love to take drugs to keep me above, I'm just honest (Honest)
They know who I am, they make up rumors, I'm honest (Honest)
He ain't support like he used to, he said I'm garbage (Garbage)
Now he at my shows, askin' for tickets like we partners
I'll check on my partner mom before I ever check on my followers
I f*ck with a throat GOAT, but she graduated to a swallower
You know who you is, you know what you did
You know who you was, you know, dirty bitch
You know goofy niggas, you know different cliques
You know how you mad, you know I'm the shit
You ain't support me at all
How you say you my dog?
Told you, I lost it all
You ain't even come call
Watchin' story from a fake page and I seen 'em shoppin' at the mall
Told him I need a handout, he ain't respond to me at all
Four pockets full, full of hundreds
Forty million cash from a label
I ain't fallin' out with my homies
Call 'em, tell 'em put it on the table
Before it was bails, bonds, I paid cash, I ain't never say I ain't able
Broke bitch asked for a crib, petty ass, got the bitch a craddle
I know what you did, so I hate you
I know what you did for the paper
Why you called the police on your man?
He on papers, you know they gon' take him
Put a four of Pai in my Crush
I ain't f*ck online with my nuts
Wuk shoot, I rely on his guts
Benji boys, I know he gon' clutch
Trench baby, dirty little bastard
Soul hurt, ain't walk up to the casket
Why I pour a cup and I'm fastin'?
I just tucked the Drac' in my jacket
Industry puttin' me in beef
Why do that? I'm signed to the streets
Pull up on 'em, frrt, frrt, frrt (Baow)
Why the f*ck I'm arguin' over beats?
Brodie pulled up in a steamer
It's stolen 'cause he ain't even got the key
Thought about puttin' pounds on the jet, I ain't do it 'cause they was checkin' IDs
Thought about puttin' pounds on the jet, I ain't do it 'cause they gon' put it on me
Thought about puttin' pounds on the jet, but the Juice WRLD shit be scarin' me (Uh)
Put this in my notebook (Woah-woah, woah-woah, woah-woah)
This shit right here, no hook (Woah-woah, woah-woah, woah-woah)
Put this in my notebook (Woah-woah, woah-woah, woah-woah)
This shit right here, no hook
Writer: Durk D. Banks
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Can't Hide It
[ Featuring Jhené Aiko ]
So like, relationship status
'Cause the ladies will not be happy with me
So like, how's the relationship status?
Married
Married? Woo
Call you out the blue 'cause she don't send nudes, I wanna see your body again
And I'm so selfish, I cannot deny it, that's why I don't trust none of your friends
Turn your location on just for safety reasons or I'ma start callin' your friends
I'm too insecure, I'm not crazy, I be tellin' 'her to change her pants
No NDA, then she probably gon' tell
Touch her private at a private hotel
We can f*ck but I'ma leave with bro'nem
Respectfully, baby, that's how I'm programmed
Like pretty feet, so I kiss on her toenails
Cool with the owner, they open the store still
Cover the door when you smoke in the hotel
You f*ck with a trapper, you know how the dope smell
I don't usually be apologizin'
For some reason you got me smilin'
This is how I was raised so tell your parents I'm not violent
This is how I was raised I'm from the trenches, I can't hide it
I'm so sorry, I can't hide it
I'm sorry, I can't hide it
I'm so sorry, I can't hide it
Sorry, I can't hide it
I'm so sorry, I can't hide it
Sorry, I can't hide it
Sorry, I can't hide it
I'm sorry, I can't hide it
Either way it goes, I want you to know
I'ma tryna see what that's hittin' for
No need in makin' it difficult
Just say the word and it is a go
I'll be on the way, open up the gate
Can't even wait, baby, rip my clothes
F*ck me outside on my tippy-toes
I'm just tryin' give you a visual
And if that's soundin' like somethin' you would like
It ain't really nothin', I could come over tonight
You been heavy on my mind and I cannot deny it
I can't even lie
I'm so sorry, I can't hide it
I'm sorry, I can't hide it
I'm so sorry, I can't hide it
Sorry, I can't hide it
I'm so sorry, I can't hide it
Sorry, I can't hide it
Sorry, I can't hide it
I'm sorry, I can't hide it
I'm so sorry, I can't hide it
Sorry, I can't hide it
Sorry, I can't hide it
Sorry, I can't hide it
I'm so sorry, I can't hide it
I'm so sorry, I can't hide it
Sorry, I can't hide it
Writer: Aidan Crotinger, Benjamin Levin, Durk Banks, Hakan Aykol, Jhene Aiko Efuru Chilombo, Magnus August Hoiberg, Matty Michna, Mino Drerup, steven shaeffer
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Wonderin' Again
Hide my tears
(Ayo, Bleu)
I had to learn to keep my distance from my friends, huh
Had to separate my real life from a lens, huh
Certain death ain't phased me heavy 'cause I ain't attend, huh
Don't take that shit out on me, bro, go get revenge, huh (yeah)
Emotions flowin' through my head, I held 'em back for years (yeah)
Live TV, you see my pain, I gotta hide the tears
Tee-tee trippin', whenever she drunk, I had to hide the beers
My life for real, a couple nights, I felt like dyin' for real (yeah)
And if I die today, my family really gon' be ashamed (ashamed, ashamed)
We wasn't talkin' on the daily, but some vibes can't change
I can't make nobody love me, I know you feel the same (I know you feel the same)
Black cloud over my city, ninety percent of chance to rain (yeah)
I was wonderin', would you ever love me again? (Love me)
I know I hurt you from my past, send your number again (again)
I believe in second chances, I won't be a dummy again (a dummy)
I'ma love you for who you is, and not your money again
(Could you love me?)
Again, again, again (could you love me?), again, again
(Could you love me?)
Again, again, again (could you love me?), again, again
Takin' them drugs make my life feel better (my life feel better)
If you know we ain't talk in a while, why you ain't tryna fit in my schedule?
If it's an aftermarket band, can't put that bitch on my bezel
Brodie fightin' a state case, but the state was turnin' it federal
I can't lie, these nights, I been so lonely
I can't lie, my dogs is turnin' phony
I can't lie, I wish you was here to hold me
I can't lie, I wish you was here to hold me
I was wonderin', would you ever love me again? (Love me)
I know I hurt you from my past, send your number again (again)
I believe in second chances, I won't be a dummy again (a dummy)
I'ma love you for who you is, and not your money again
(Could you love me?)
Again, again, again (could you love me?), again, again
(Could you love me?)
Again, again, again (could you love me?), again, again
Could you love me? (Again, again, again)
Could you love me again?
Again, again, again
(Ayo, Bleu)
I had to learn to keep my distance from my friends, huh
Had to separate my real life from a lens, huh
Certain death ain't phased me heavy 'cause I ain't attend, huh
Don't take that shit out on me, bro, go get revenge, huh (yeah)
Emotions flowin' through my head, I held 'em back for years (yeah)
Live TV, you see my pain, I gotta hide the tears
Tee-tee trippin', whenever she drunk, I had to hide the beers
My life for real, a couple nights, I felt like dyin' for real (yeah)
And if I die today, my family really gon' be ashamed (ashamed, ashamed)
We wasn't talkin' on the daily, but some vibes can't change
I can't make nobody love me, I know you feel the same (I know you feel the same)
Black cloud over my city, ninety percent of chance to rain (yeah)
I was wonderin', would you ever love me again? (Love me)
I know I hurt you from my past, send your number again (again)
I believe in second chances, I won't be a dummy again (a dummy)
I'ma love you for who you is, and not your money again
(Could you love me?)
Again, again, again (could you love me?), again, again
(Could you love me?)
Again, again, again (could you love me?), again, again
Takin' them drugs make my life feel better (my life feel better)
If you know we ain't talk in a while, why you ain't tryna fit in my schedule?
If it's an aftermarket band, can't put that bitch on my bezel
Brodie fightin' a state case, but the state was turnin' it federal
I can't lie, these nights, I been so lonely
I can't lie, my dogs is turnin' phony
I can't lie, I wish you was here to hold me
I can't lie, I wish you was here to hold me
I was wonderin', would you ever love me again? (Love me)
I know I hurt you from my past, send your number again (again)
I believe in second chances, I won't be a dummy again (a dummy)
I'ma love you for who you is, and not your money again
(Could you love me?)
Again, again, again (could you love me?), again, again
(Could you love me?)
Again, again, again (could you love me?), again, again
Could you love me? (Again, again, again)
Could you love me again?
Again, again, again
Writer: Durk Banks
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Late Checkout
[ Featuring Hunxho ]
It ain't nothin' like the first day I put my lips on you
It ain't nothin' like the first date you let me kiss on you
Missionary, it's gettin' scary when I lick on you
Strict the first night 'cause I tried to put the dick on you
Yeah
You ain't gotta worry 'bout me off the sex pills
Only honey I need is for the tea
She told me laser hurts, she'd rather go EV
Off the liquor, it's a high chance she ski
Vegetarian, she mix my stir fry with the leaf
But she eat beef, I'm tryna order her a MrBeast
Sex don't feel the same when you in love
Sex don't feel the same leavin' the club
Arguin' back and forth, you know I hate this shit
I hate you got some friends ain't in relationships
They pretend to be your friend, but that's a basic bitch
No passport, she don't know what a vacation is
Independent, she know what dedication is
Clive Christian, you can smell from my scent I'm him
My feelings, you can tell from my soul it's real
You can tell from my soul, you can tell from my soul I'm real
I told her she worth that money, we could go to Abu Dhabi
Tryna extend her late checkout, she gotta check out at the lobby
You run in with a bird brain, you gotta turn her to a thotty
If I don't nut twice on the first night, I don't count her as a body
Sex don't feel the same when you in love
Yeah, we do whatever that she think of
Like every time we link up with Cubans on the link, though
I can't believe I found love, I was hard-bodied
My heart cold, I need a mink coat
Back in your arms, I tried too hard to find a way
I might be fallin' for you
Back in your arms, I tried too hard to find a way
I might be fallin' for you
Back in your arms
Oh, Lord, why it feel like I already know her?
Why it feel like she been 'round before I blowed up?
And I don't f*ck with niggas at all
So it's like every time you roll up the only time I show love
And we don't do Pink, she go CC
I brought her home, now she bondin' with my titi
Been on the road, I booked the flight just to see me
She f*ck soon as she see me, girl, wanna watch TV? Nah-nah-nah-nah
And that's my baby, but don't like your friend, they talk just like Reddit
And you don't need boogers in your watch, bought you baguette
If I had problems when I'm with you, I forgave you
See, blessings, I don't need them other bitches, I need your sex
I go on tour, come back the same, I don't have no sex
I be hard to believe
I had too many bitches, I'd be dumb I let you leave, uh
We do whatever that she think of
Like every time we link up with Cubans on the link, though
I can't believe I found love, I was hard-bodied
My heart cold, I need a mink coat
Back in your arms, I tried too hard to find a way
I might be fallin' for you
Back in your arms, I tried too hard to find a way
I might be fallin' for you
Back in your arms
So, huh
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Huh, hmm
Writer: Durk Banks, Lily Kaplan, Maxwell Yeager, Tavoris Javon Hollins Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Think You Glowed
(D-D-D-DJ FMCT)
(DJ Bandz, oh, man)
I ain't make it far to ever see what college is
Feel like a Grammy, givin' out some scholarships
Ten-thousand cash, fresh out of jail, that's that new starter kit
And I still got every letter ever my father sent
Slide to the Met Gala, my criminal record damaged it
Louis jean fit from the runway, I'm rockin' custom shit
Money comin' out pink, green and blue, I'm lovin' it
I done moved on listings with you bozos, my cousin shit
They askin' me what's in my cup, like what's in my cup?
Therapy in my cup, therapy in my cup
I wished I believed the last time you said you had enough
Been through it all, my brother told me, I ain't been through enough
Say, I don't belong in a rose Patek, I'm belongin' the cuff
I think you would judge me, what's in my cup
You could really never imagine, what I do for love
You can go so far, but certain niggas around you be holdin' up
You think you got your hair did and you glowed up
You think you got your ass did and you glowed up
Think 'cause you f*ckin' with a rich nigga, you glowed up
I'm the only contact in your phone, never showed up
I be drinkin' water, but I'm sippin' from the tea
I be gettin' so high, my brother gotta take the key
I done been through so much, you don't wanna be me
You can't tell my real life story like C3
Solitaire diamonds got her twinkling through the car
At your lowest point, you will forget who you are
Gotta drinkin' problem, I'm tryna keep her from the bar
My mama spent her last dime 'cause she know I'm a star
Always see me smirkin' but my heart scarred
I'm one of the strongest on Allah Akbar
You think I'm a menace, I'm really a rockstar
Just to get veneers, I had to get 'em all sawed
Nigga get they body done like bitches nowadays
I been gettin' money, I been stuck in my way
Used to come at night time, now they pop up broad day
He overprotective even though that he my age
YouTube discussions, don't say it to my face
Von the only nigga I could say in my place
Her balance off, pussy smell, just dip, you better go and soak in Epsom salt
I done quit the lean, I beat the pussy up off Adderall
You think you got your hair did and you glowed up (you think you did)
You think you got your ass did and you glowed up (you think you did)
Think 'cause you f*ck with a rich nigga, you glowed up (you think you did)
I'm the only contact in your phone, never showed up (you think you did)
You think you got your hair did and you glowed up (you think you did)
You think you got your ass did and you glowed up (you think you did)
Think 'cause you f*ck with a rich nigga, you glowed up (you think you did)
I'm the only contact in your phone, never showed up (you think you did)
(you think you got your hair did and you glowed up)
(you think you got your ass did and you glowed up)
(Think 'cause you f*ckin' with a rich nigga, you glowed up)
(I'm the only contact in your phone, never showed up)
(DJ Bandz, oh, man)
I ain't make it far to ever see what college is
Feel like a Grammy, givin' out some scholarships
Ten-thousand cash, fresh out of jail, that's that new starter kit
And I still got every letter ever my father sent
Slide to the Met Gala, my criminal record damaged it
Louis jean fit from the runway, I'm rockin' custom shit
Money comin' out pink, green and blue, I'm lovin' it
I done moved on listings with you bozos, my cousin shit
They askin' me what's in my cup, like what's in my cup?
Therapy in my cup, therapy in my cup
I wished I believed the last time you said you had enough
Been through it all, my brother told me, I ain't been through enough
Say, I don't belong in a rose Patek, I'm belongin' the cuff
I think you would judge me, what's in my cup
You could really never imagine, what I do for love
You can go so far, but certain niggas around you be holdin' up
You think you got your hair did and you glowed up
You think you got your ass did and you glowed up
Think 'cause you f*ckin' with a rich nigga, you glowed up
I'm the only contact in your phone, never showed up
I be drinkin' water, but I'm sippin' from the tea
I be gettin' so high, my brother gotta take the key
I done been through so much, you don't wanna be me
You can't tell my real life story like C3
Solitaire diamonds got her twinkling through the car
At your lowest point, you will forget who you are
Gotta drinkin' problem, I'm tryna keep her from the bar
My mama spent her last dime 'cause she know I'm a star
Always see me smirkin' but my heart scarred
I'm one of the strongest on Allah Akbar
You think I'm a menace, I'm really a rockstar
Just to get veneers, I had to get 'em all sawed
Nigga get they body done like bitches nowadays
I been gettin' money, I been stuck in my way
Used to come at night time, now they pop up broad day
He overprotective even though that he my age
YouTube discussions, don't say it to my face
Von the only nigga I could say in my place
Her balance off, pussy smell, just dip, you better go and soak in Epsom salt
I done quit the lean, I beat the pussy up off Adderall
You think you got your hair did and you glowed up (you think you did)
You think you got your ass did and you glowed up (you think you did)
Think 'cause you f*ck with a rich nigga, you glowed up (you think you did)
I'm the only contact in your phone, never showed up (you think you did)
You think you got your hair did and you glowed up (you think you did)
You think you got your ass did and you glowed up (you think you did)
Think 'cause you f*ck with a rich nigga, you glowed up (you think you did)
I'm the only contact in your phone, never showed up (you think you did)
(you think you got your hair did and you glowed up)
(you think you got your ass did and you glowed up)
(Think 'cause you f*ckin' with a rich nigga, you glowed up)
(I'm the only contact in your phone, never showed up)
Writer: Durk D. Banks
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Opportunist
(Now it's not magic, but it looks magical)
(DJ Bandz)
Lean filled up to the jug, it's soggin' up my cup
When you rich and havin' paper, you be saucin' up these sluts
I'm Smurk, charge five hundred, I'm droppin' my deluxe
I was posted on the Pound, I'm a nephew to a cluck
See, dude ain't really a factor, he came through in the clutch
'Cause the opps ain't really post him, foenem did it just because
Shorty wanna slide today, but they don't be feelin' all the love
Feel like they gon' do the time by theyself and rot
I'm tellin' brodie a thousand times who with us and who not
When you around, don't touch your phone, you like to FaceTime all the opps
When they die, you try to claim 'em to get a name, that shit be hot
The last time this war was this big was B.I.G. and Pac
Flowin' all these drugs through my system, I missed 'em
Postin' all his lo's on his finsta, I missed 'em
I don't take back nothin' when I say it, when I dissed him
Even though he dead, I read our thread 'cause I miss him
I been takin' shots of Hi-Tech, I don't want no Percocets
Ten niggas on one pound, how you gon' work with that?
I'll do anything in this whole world to get my circle back
Bulletproof the Brabus, them Forgiatos, I'm the first with that
For show, you doin' it for the internet
For show, if you did it, where you hit him at?
For show, if you real, where all your niggas at?
For show, day ones for day ones
Look, look, look, look, look, look, look
Check this out, I want everybody on this planet right here
For real, for real, if you get somethin' from me, if you get motherf*ck-
Listen, I'll send the guys money 'cause I want to
I motherf*ckin' give the guys money 'cause I want to
So if you ask me to do somethin' for you and I do it
Please don't think it's a finesse, don't think you finessin' DThang, please don't
Yeah, play your role, sad to say we losin', bro, I hate the score
Him, him, him, him in the car, my Fantastic Four
'Thang was on my mind right at that time, I wasn't takin' shows
All that killer shit you niggas be talkin', you know it's time to show
Uh, yeah, time to show
Killer asked for a bonus for what he did, I knew it was time to go
Too old, '24, I know this time scary
I know a pussy chasin' a rat, I call 'em Tom and Jerry
Tryna feel better off these pills, I took an elderberry
Niggas duckin' them jail calls, that shit unnecessary
For show, you doin' it for the internet
For show, if you did it, where you hit him at?
For show, if you real, where all your niggas at?
For show, day ones for day ones
(DJ Bandz)
Lean filled up to the jug, it's soggin' up my cup
When you rich and havin' paper, you be saucin' up these sluts
I'm Smurk, charge five hundred, I'm droppin' my deluxe
I was posted on the Pound, I'm a nephew to a cluck
See, dude ain't really a factor, he came through in the clutch
'Cause the opps ain't really post him, foenem did it just because
Shorty wanna slide today, but they don't be feelin' all the love
Feel like they gon' do the time by theyself and rot
I'm tellin' brodie a thousand times who with us and who not
When you around, don't touch your phone, you like to FaceTime all the opps
When they die, you try to claim 'em to get a name, that shit be hot
The last time this war was this big was B.I.G. and Pac
Flowin' all these drugs through my system, I missed 'em
Postin' all his lo's on his finsta, I missed 'em
I don't take back nothin' when I say it, when I dissed him
Even though he dead, I read our thread 'cause I miss him
I been takin' shots of Hi-Tech, I don't want no Percocets
Ten niggas on one pound, how you gon' work with that?
I'll do anything in this whole world to get my circle back
Bulletproof the Brabus, them Forgiatos, I'm the first with that
For show, you doin' it for the internet
For show, if you did it, where you hit him at?
For show, if you real, where all your niggas at?
For show, day ones for day ones
Look, look, look, look, look, look, look
Check this out, I want everybody on this planet right here
For real, for real, if you get somethin' from me, if you get motherf*ck-
Listen, I'll send the guys money 'cause I want to
I motherf*ckin' give the guys money 'cause I want to
So if you ask me to do somethin' for you and I do it
Please don't think it's a finesse, don't think you finessin' DThang, please don't
Yeah, play your role, sad to say we losin', bro, I hate the score
Him, him, him, him in the car, my Fantastic Four
'Thang was on my mind right at that time, I wasn't takin' shows
All that killer shit you niggas be talkin', you know it's time to show
Uh, yeah, time to show
Killer asked for a bonus for what he did, I knew it was time to go
Too old, '24, I know this time scary
I know a pussy chasin' a rat, I call 'em Tom and Jerry
Tryna feel better off these pills, I took an elderberry
Niggas duckin' them jail calls, that shit unnecessary
For show, you doin' it for the internet
For show, if you did it, where you hit him at?
For show, if you real, where all your niggas at?
For show, day ones for day ones
Writer: Demtrises Ball Jr., Devonte Richmond, Durk Banks
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Alhamdulilah
(808 Mafia)
Alhamdulillah (Alhamdulillah)
Alhamdulillah (Alhamdulillah)
Alhamdulillah (Alhamdulillah)
Alhamdulillah (Alhamdulillah)
How you feel?
Your family don't call you family, nigga
Alhamdulillah, I made it without a scratch on me, nigga
Stopped taking pills, I got a batch on me, nigga
I seen my homie from third grade, took me back to rememberin'
All the cold nights shiverin', Rice Krispies, no sugar
I relate to the trenches, I adapt for my brother
I gotta rap to the hustlers, stack the money, don't fumble
I gotta talk to the killers, don't get booked for a sucker
I had a bitch who was sobbin', ended up changin' her number
I'ma shittin' on my exes, I couldn't wait for the summer
I was cool with all they mamas, really turned me a monster
I couldn't say what I wanted to, told them, "Get at my mama" (Alhamdulillah)
Alhamdulillah (Alhamdulillah)
Alhamdulillah (Alhamdulillah)
Alhamdulillah (Alhamdulillah)
Alhamdulillah (Alhamdulillah)
I'm down bad, just made up rumors
Funeral be paid all cash 'cause they don't insurance
See my mama cryin' out real tears for the service
Tryna prove how real they is, it made me nervous
Escalade V, this ain't a Suburban
Don't betray me 'cause it ain't worth it
I'm healed (Alhamdulillah)
Alhamdulillah, ain't miss a mil'
Alhamdulillah, up some millions
Alhamdulillah, see my children
Alhamdulillah, we're winners
Alhamdulillah, we're winners
Alhamdulillah
You're my brother, my brother, my brother, my brother, my dog
You're my brother, my brother, my brother, my brother, can't let you fall (let you fall)
I don't understand how you leave a room behind walls
I know you guilty, you pass the phone when they call
Huh, Alhamdulillah, Bismillah
I pray to God, God
I pray to God, I pray to God (huh)
I'm thanking God I got a lot
I wanna thank God, Allah
I wanna say, bitch, this is my life
Uh
Alhamdulillah (Alhamdulillah)
Alhamdulillah (Alhamdulillah)
Alhamdulillah (Alhamdulillah)
Alhamdulillah (Alhamdulillah)
Alhamdulillah (Alhamdulillah)
Alhamdulillah (Alhamdulillah)
Alhamdulillah (Alhamdulillah)
Alhamdulillah (Alhamdulillah)
How you feel?
Your family don't call you family, nigga
Alhamdulillah, I made it without a scratch on me, nigga
Stopped taking pills, I got a batch on me, nigga
I seen my homie from third grade, took me back to rememberin'
All the cold nights shiverin', Rice Krispies, no sugar
I relate to the trenches, I adapt for my brother
I gotta rap to the hustlers, stack the money, don't fumble
I gotta talk to the killers, don't get booked for a sucker
I had a bitch who was sobbin', ended up changin' her number
I'ma shittin' on my exes, I couldn't wait for the summer
I was cool with all they mamas, really turned me a monster
I couldn't say what I wanted to, told them, "Get at my mama" (Alhamdulillah)
Alhamdulillah (Alhamdulillah)
Alhamdulillah (Alhamdulillah)
Alhamdulillah (Alhamdulillah)
Alhamdulillah (Alhamdulillah)
I'm down bad, just made up rumors
Funeral be paid all cash 'cause they don't insurance
See my mama cryin' out real tears for the service
Tryna prove how real they is, it made me nervous
Escalade V, this ain't a Suburban
Don't betray me 'cause it ain't worth it
I'm healed (Alhamdulillah)
Alhamdulillah, ain't miss a mil'
Alhamdulillah, up some millions
Alhamdulillah, see my children
Alhamdulillah, we're winners
Alhamdulillah, we're winners
Alhamdulillah
You're my brother, my brother, my brother, my brother, my dog
You're my brother, my brother, my brother, my brother, can't let you fall (let you fall)
I don't understand how you leave a room behind walls
I know you guilty, you pass the phone when they call
Huh, Alhamdulillah, Bismillah
I pray to God, God
I pray to God, I pray to God (huh)
I'm thanking God I got a lot
I wanna thank God, Allah
I wanna say, bitch, this is my life
Uh
Alhamdulillah (Alhamdulillah)
Alhamdulillah (Alhamdulillah)
Alhamdulillah (Alhamdulillah)
Alhamdulillah (Alhamdulillah)
Writer: Durk D. Banks
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Deep Depression
You asleep, you want me to f*ck that bitch you had told Benz to get me
I ain't understand, he one of them ones, and he ain't friends with niggas
Once you lackin', your dawg, he'll hit your back, that's why I don't be playin' with niggas
Watch them niggas close with you, don't know it be your mans to get you (yeah, yeah)
Get retainers, not that shit from the dentist, fix his lawyer issue
That shit crazy, just get out his cell, he'll sign your initials
Said this shit so long, like, "Bro, hold on, make sure the doctor get you" (hold on)
I just speak my mind, in case you don't know, this shit ain't no competition (no, no)
He not from the streets, he mad at me 'cause I don't let 'em hop in pictures (no, no)
One thing that I know, we from that bottom, at the top to get you
Got on my Apple Watch, just to check his heart, 'cause this shit pumpin' different
I did real shit, but you gave your loaylty straight to another nigga
My grandma had told me, she keep me in her prayer (she keep me in her prayer)
Got out of jail, you ain't seen me nothin', spent my last on a hotel (spent my last on a hotel)
Why you reject my mail?
Found out J Money got killed
He was dead when I signed my deal
I was sad, I took that L
(I was sad, I took that L, I was sad, I took that L, I was sad, I took that L)
This shit get ugly
I don't know why I love the streets
I don't know why I love the streets
I don't know why I love the streets
This shit get ugly
I don't know why you f*ck with me
Tell me why you f*ck with me?
Tell me why you f*ck with me? Oh
And lil' Carlito, he one of my brothers, he one of the realest
I hope you accept my apologies, fell out with Rex, I got in my feelings
The shit you be tellin' my daughter, whenever she older, the older she'll get it
I just spoke this shit into the universe, but the energy comin' back different
My money wasn't long, now I'm tryna save all my niggas
You told me the same thing, but I seen you spend it all on bitches
I tell 'em 'bout my pain, he put cocaine inside his nose
And you know I respect what you say, but whatever you say, you don't get ignant
I grew up in apartments, where it was a problem to be a gentleman
And honestly, I done took so many losses, I don't be feelin'
And honesty, I done seen you at your darkest with that Benjamin
I'm an artist, they say how gold my heart is, and I'm givin' it
This shit get ugly
I don't know why I love the streets
I don't know why I love the streets
I don't know why I love the streets
This shit get ugly
I don't know why you f*ck with me
Tell me why you f*ck with me?
Tell me why you f*ck with me? Oh
I ain't understand, he one of them ones, and he ain't friends with niggas
Once you lackin', your dawg, he'll hit your back, that's why I don't be playin' with niggas
Watch them niggas close with you, don't know it be your mans to get you (yeah, yeah)
Get retainers, not that shit from the dentist, fix his lawyer issue
That shit crazy, just get out his cell, he'll sign your initials
Said this shit so long, like, "Bro, hold on, make sure the doctor get you" (hold on)
I just speak my mind, in case you don't know, this shit ain't no competition (no, no)
He not from the streets, he mad at me 'cause I don't let 'em hop in pictures (no, no)
One thing that I know, we from that bottom, at the top to get you
Got on my Apple Watch, just to check his heart, 'cause this shit pumpin' different
I did real shit, but you gave your loaylty straight to another nigga
My grandma had told me, she keep me in her prayer (she keep me in her prayer)
Got out of jail, you ain't seen me nothin', spent my last on a hotel (spent my last on a hotel)
Why you reject my mail?
Found out J Money got killed
He was dead when I signed my deal
I was sad, I took that L
(I was sad, I took that L, I was sad, I took that L, I was sad, I took that L)
This shit get ugly
I don't know why I love the streets
I don't know why I love the streets
I don't know why I love the streets
This shit get ugly
I don't know why you f*ck with me
Tell me why you f*ck with me?
Tell me why you f*ck with me? Oh
And lil' Carlito, he one of my brothers, he one of the realest
I hope you accept my apologies, fell out with Rex, I got in my feelings
The shit you be tellin' my daughter, whenever she older, the older she'll get it
I just spoke this shit into the universe, but the energy comin' back different
My money wasn't long, now I'm tryna save all my niggas
You told me the same thing, but I seen you spend it all on bitches
I tell 'em 'bout my pain, he put cocaine inside his nose
And you know I respect what you say, but whatever you say, you don't get ignant
I grew up in apartments, where it was a problem to be a gentleman
And honestly, I done took so many losses, I don't be feelin'
And honesty, I done seen you at your darkest with that Benjamin
I'm an artist, they say how gold my heart is, and I'm givin' it
This shit get ugly
I don't know why I love the streets
I don't know why I love the streets
I don't know why I love the streets
This shit get ugly
I don't know why you f*ck with me
Tell me why you f*ck with me?
Tell me why you f*ck with me? Oh
Writer: Durk D. Banks
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Deep Thoughts is the ninth studio album by American rapper Lil Durk, released through Only the Family (OTF), Alamo Records, and Sony Music on March 28, 2025. The album features guest appearances from Future, Lil Baby, Hunxho, and Jhené Aiko. Production was handled by a variety of producers, including Southside, Chopsquad DJ, Metro Boomin, Lil Yachty, and Benny Blanco, among others.
Deep Thoughts serves as the follow-up to Durk's previous album, Almost Healed, and his collaborative studio album with OTF, Nightmares in the Trenches (2023). The album was originally supposed to be released on October 18, 2024, but has since been delayed four times due to his October 2024 arrest on murder-for-hire charges.
On September 25, Durk released the album's lead single, "Turn Up a Notch". However, upon the release of the album's second single, "Monitoring Me" on October 4, a supposed tracklist for Love Songs 4 the Streets 3 was confirmed fake. Furthermore, Durk announced the release of the album alongside the release of the single.
On October 25, Durk was arrested along with five affiliates of his record label and collective Only the Family in connection to a murder-for-hire case targeted towards fellow American rapper and rival Quando Rondo; allegations suggest this was in retaliation for the murder of his close friend and collaborator King Von by one of Rondo's crew members.
The arrest delayed the album's release date to 2025. Durk would officially declare on March 17, 2025, that the album's release date was set for March 28.
-Wikipedia
Performed By:
Lil DurkDeep Thoughts serves as the follow-up to Durk's previous album, Almost Healed, and his collaborative studio album with OTF, Nightmares in the Trenches (2023). The album was originally supposed to be released on October 18, 2024, but has since been delayed four times due to his October 2024 arrest on murder-for-hire charges.
On September 25, Durk released the album's lead single, "Turn Up a Notch". However, upon the release of the album's second single, "Monitoring Me" on October 4, a supposed tracklist for Love Songs 4 the Streets 3 was confirmed fake. Furthermore, Durk announced the release of the album alongside the release of the single.
On October 25, Durk was arrested along with five affiliates of his record label and collective Only the Family in connection to a murder-for-hire case targeted towards fellow American rapper and rival Quando Rondo; allegations suggest this was in retaliation for the murder of his close friend and collaborator King Von by one of Rondo's crew members.
The arrest delayed the album's release date to 2025. Durk would officially declare on March 17, 2025, that the album's release date was set for March 28.
-Wikipedia
Featuring: Future, Lil Baby, Hunxho, Jhené Aiko
Genre(s): Hip-hop
Producer(s): Aidan Crotinger, Ayo Bleu, Ayo Peewee, Bangs, Benny Blanco, BoogzDaBeast, Brutei, Cashmere Cat, Chopsquad DJ, Desro, Devin Workman, DJ Bandz, DJ FMCT, Earl on the Beat, Hakz, Haze, Isaiah Valmont, James Maddocks, Jonah Little, J Thrash, Lam, Lil Yachty, Lily Kaplan, Magic, Matty Michna, Metro Boomin, Neon, RicoRunDat, Saint Mino, Smatt Sertified, STG2x, Southside, Too Dope, TouchofTrent, Vory, Will a Fool, Xclusivemadethis, Yegr
Released: March 28th, 2025
Year: 2025