Lil Durk – Don’t Talk To Me (Remix) Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Yeah
Ayy, what Blac Youngsta tell them hoes? (Toot toot)

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Durk]
I can’t get enough of it, all of this jealousy
I had a petty bitch, you can do better things
Smoke gas, kerosene, three roll, wedding ring
In my DM meddlin’, off the X, that ecstasy

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Seven hundred for the Vetements, I’m a boss, not a gentleman
All my hoes intelligent, can’t set me up, Tori Brixx
I like my bitches lit, I spend a bag of checks
Ecstasy, Tesla, Amiri jeans fetish
Look at my world, let’s get in to it, look at this lean, addicted to it
While he off the leaf, embalming fluid, shoppin’ spree, I overdo it, yeah
Stick talk stick talk (Chick chick, bang), sneak diss, this stick talk (Chick chick, bang)
I don’t talk, just stick talk (Chick chick, bang), I’m with niggas that stick talk (Brrah)
Go to Europe to get all the euros, yes sir, designer apparel
Chapo, need to find the heroin, broke bitch, that vibe’ll kill you

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Durk]
I can’t get enough of it, all of this jealousy
I had a petty bitch, you can do better things
Smoke gas, kerosene, three roll, wedding ring
In my DM meddlin’, off the X, that ecstasy

[Verse 2: Gunna]
I can’t get enough of it (Can’t get enough of it), I shootout in public (I shootout in public)
My soda is bubbly (Soda is bubbly), my chest and neck watery (Chest and neck watery)
I turned to a better me, the Hellcat got hella speed
She want methamphetamines (Yeah), hope you don’t never leave (Hope you don’t never leave)
I’m movin’ like Billy Jean (Like Billy Jean), a leopard Amiri jeans (Yeah)
D&G but I’ve been a king (I’ve been a king), family, you can’t get between (You can’t get between)
Don’t you please try to intervene, Gunna drippin’ by any means (By any means)
Elliot got my jewelry clean (My jewelry clean), got a rose and white wedding ring (White wedding ring)
I married the presidents (The presidents), I ain’t leavin’ no evidence (No evidence)
Slimy life, I’m not scared of shit (Nah), fuck her face. let her eat the dick (Let her eat the dick)
Can’t deny, that’s just what it is (Yeah), I’ma take care my brother’s kids (My brother’s kids)
Got it out of a muddy ditch (Yeah), we done brought all the hundreds in (The hundreds in)

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)

[Verse 3: Juice WRLD]
Dunk on a bitch like John Wall, codeine, no Cristal
Bomb on a bitch like Chris Paul, made money, I’m pissed off
Your bitch gave me a blowjob, and you kissed her
I just been runnin’ the dough up, early the money, no hold up
Codeine my cup, ain’t no Folgers, she crack that shit like a soldier
I sell rock to your momma, rockstar, whippin’ the rock up
He say he gon’ pull up, he don’t want no drama, mobbin’ with them shooters
Get to the cake, no birthday, I overlap these niggas, first place
Shoot a fuck nigga in the air with a AK
Should’ve never been around here in the first place
These .50 cal, earthquake, run up a check like, wow, relay
I’m on top right now, gettin’ top from a thot, can’t talk right now

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Durk]
I can’t get enough of it, all of this jealousy
I had a petty bitch, you can do better things
Smoke gas, kerosene, three roll, wedding ring
In my DM meddlin’, off the X, that ecstasy

Valee – Juice & Gin lyrics

[Intro]
Rio, Rio, Rio, Rio

[Verse]
My bitch ass is smooth like Reposado, I hang with Mexicanos
Never wanted a condo, ain’t got the windows or condos
Alloy 5-blade Vellanos, no tire shine, leave that dry, dry
I bought my mama a sawed off, bye bye
Bitches still live outside all I make is knots, not ties
Chase bitches, not on my time, can’t hit me less on the 5 side
But no, I’m not no Stone, it’s stones on my left wrist, my neck too
Bought my bitch a Pandora bracelet, no glis’ but her neck do
Me and my niggas come up on you like front steps do
Got money stacked too tall, had go get a step stool
Don’t run up, I shoot y’all, nobody gon’ help you
My wet slut live in Duval, swimmin’ like Michael Phelps do
Your pocket flat like wall, I’m high like a John Wall oop
I can’t deny, y’all, my bitch wet

[Chorus]
My diamonds clear like motherfuckin’ juice and gin (diamonds)
Fuck my Pasadena bitch from back to Juice & Gin
I got aim with that small 9, I fuck ’round, shoot your chin
Percocet hit you so hard, might drop your juice and gin
Diamonds clear like motherfuckin’ juice and gin (diamonds)
Fuck my Pasadena bitch from back to Juice & Gin
I got aim with that small 9, I fuck ’round, shoot your chin
Percocet hit you so hard, might drop your juice and gin
Diamonds clear like motherfuckin’ juice and gin

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Became Legends (feat. Tee Grizzley)

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
I see some haters in the club, send a bottle to ’em
I got some animals around, I can’t supply the zoo
Tear a nigga crib up and make his momma move
I heard they got a lot of hate, ain’t got no money though (niggas broke)
She can’t stand me, I ain’t shit, I bet I fuck her though (bitch)
The watch look good plain gold, I’m still gon’ flood it though
You spent all that money on that chain, what you tuckin’ for?
Me and Boogie from the trenches, we became legends
Me and my niggas was good kids, we became felons
Won’t let them trip me off the streets, I was raised better
Grew up around swipers, hitmen, and [?]

[Verse 2: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I remember gettin’ my first watch, that shit was Michael Kors
But now I’m pullin’ up in shit that niggas can’t afford
You wasn’t shit to me my nigga, now you try and call
You wasn’t with me in the gym, you wasn’t John Wall
The penitentiary got me sittin’ here like "Fuck the law"
They gave like 20 to my nigga for the wrong cause
But I’m like fuck it though, my nigga I’m gon’ grind hard
Wintertime I had that pack up in my long johns
All day, same Balmain jeans all days
Play no games, do you really want a problem? (ayy)
Saint Laurent Jeans, Gucci snake up on my collar (ayy)
Same old things, same fiends in the hallway

[Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]
Broad day, that’s how we comin’ out when them dogs play
Lil K, sent her upstate to make sure them dogs straight
Half a kilo, ain’t talkin’ drugs, that’s what the [?]
Iced my whole wrist like I’m gettin’ rid of an arm ache
Wanna book a show?
20,000, that’s the going rate
Long day, make her [?] for me ’til her jaws ache
Spit that game to her, tell that bitch, "I think we soulmates"
Fly her out, after I fuck her I’ma stay far away

[Verse 4: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Young nigga in a iced out 3D necklace
My pinkie cold, it make me stutter, "V-V-V-V-S-S"
They try to catch me all alone, but we was deep in Texas
She wanted me to be alone, but we go deep wherever
I saw you lookin’ at your phone, I know you saw me textin’
Don’t have me blowin’ up your phone, just tell me "Keep it steppin’"
If I run into you again, don’t tell me you regret it
If I run into you again, you gon’ how I’m flexin’

[Verse 5: Tee Grizzley]
When I was broke, I was neglected
Bitches wasn’t textin’
Now they tryna pop up pregnant, that’s to be expected
I wish I could see the face on all my exes
Let ’em see the face on a Patek, I used to sleep on pallets

[Verse 6: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Tee Grizzley]
I feel you bro, ’cause me and Sosa was sleepin’ on sofas
Now all the bitches that was frontin’, they all on some hoe shit but
I could never pay attention to a broke bitch, yeah
I became a legend, now I need a trophy
I became a legend off a four minute hit
Niggas from the trenches, they ain’t sayin’ shit like this
Me and Tee Grizz on some whole other shit, ayy
Me and Tee Grizz, that’s a whole ‘nother hit, ayy

Tee Grizzley – First Day Out (Remix) (feat. Meek Mill)

[Intro: Tee Grizzley & Meek Mill]
These niggas prayed on my downfall (They did!)
These niggas prayed on my downfall
On all ten, bitch, I stood tall (True shit)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I pour the D’Usse like I’m John Wall
Counter-clock the pots up in the kitchen, I need this shit cook crack
I made a milli from rappin’ and I ain’t look back
I brought that Dawn in my hood, they was like, "What’s that?"
They tried to tell me I lost, nigga, I shook that (shook)
Bein’ broke did somethin’ to my soul (soul)
Had a nigga locked down, 23 in the hole (hole)
Touch down, came home, pourin’ Ace up with Hov’ (Hov’)
I done bagged a popstar, put a Wraith on the road
Thank God, ain’t it a blessin’? (What?)
We made it out from State, went from all that stressin’
After them chi-chis, writin’ them letters (what else? What else?)
Collect call on them bitches, they intercept us (hey)
I’m from Philly, nigga, but that money long as Broad Street
Four deep, I got floor seats watchin’ ‘Bron ball (‘Bron ball)
Beef with corny niggas, corn beef, we don’t mind y’all (mind y’all)
If it’s really beef, I will find y’all (find y’all)
If that nigga hate, fuck his main and his side broad (and his side broad)
Yes, I bought stress with that work through that mail
We gon’ kill you if you nervous, if you nervous, you might tell (if you nervous, you might tell)
One-thousand three grams, a birdie on the scale (scale)
She got the head like that hoe went to Yale (Yale)
I only fuck if that pussy don’t smell (for real)
I bought that bitch a new purse at Chanel (for real)
I told her hold down this Glock, if it’s real
I’m on probation, I can’t go to jail, no

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley & Meek Mill]
They still prayin’ for my downfall (Free Meek)
I feel ’em prayin’ on my downfall
From the yard to the streets, I’ma stand tall
I won 50 on the Eagles, split it with my dogs
Tell her get the 1s, no money guns, I need this shit thrown right
Private jet when its urgent, gotta get flown right
Brandon Graham from Detroit, nigga, that’s home right
Expensive designers can’t fit big niggas so my clothes type
Persia to [?], now it’s New York to Cali
Rosecrans, the hottest daily, Free G-Weeder, that’s my family
I went platinum, I get paid to be on camera
I’m the only nigga from my generation with a mansion (Free Meek Mill)
Other niggas from my generation dead or in the pen
Still pray for them niggas ’cause some of them my mans
Niggas shot my little brother, I jumped in that van
Now them same niggas won’t breathe again, speak again
I fuck with LeBron but the money tall as Shaq, bitch
Longest Mac bitch, catch this Mac clip
Spend a night with me these bitches gotta get they tracks fixed
I don’t know how long I’ma last in this rap shit
So that deal money gotta invest it in this bag, bitch
Ayy, I wear that glizzy like it’s fashion
A bitch not ’bout to treat my like I’m average
Don’t take this bag if it’s too much for you to manage
Only joke around the circle, don’t let niggas see you laughin’
Ayy, who you lil’ niggas talkin’ to?
If you ain’t my mans and we argue, I’m offin’ you
If you hit my trenches with that chain, it’s comin’ off of you
I might buy your bitch a pair of Yeezy’s, they comfortable
Turned my niggas into bosses, that’s what bosses do
Why you niggas askin’ for my number? I don’t fuck with you
Got a nigga from Chicago, he got money too
But that boy’ll still eat your chain like a Lunchable
Rollie on my wrist and it’s fully sprayed
Got these niggas pocket watchin’, they like what he paid
Bitch bad like Beyonce, sippin’ lemonade
With the D’usse they can’t do me ’cause a nigga made

[Outro: Meek Mill & Tee Grizzley]
I know they praying on my downfall (they did)
These niggas prayed on my downfall (they did)
They still praying on your downfall (for real)
I pour a deuce up like I’m John Wall (for real)

Don Q – Young Veterans (feat. Loso Loaded) (Corner Stories Reloaded Album)

[Verse 1: Don Q]
Back and forth cross state lines
And I’m ducking the troopers and K-9’s
I’ma whip the coupe like I’m James Bond
And I’m getting head at the same time
Popping bottles with the athletes
You can ask John Wall ’bout us nigga
Thumbing through it with the doors locked
Don’t interrupt me while I’m counting, nigga
I was in the trenches when they found a nigga
Now a nigga kitchen got a fountain, nigga
Yeah, we 5 deep when we hit the club
With a big 40 for the bouncer, nigga
I’m a different breed
All these hoes getting picked in threes
I’ma fuck em all before they get to leave
And its Christmas Eve when I lift the sleeve
I took a dose and I’m nodding off it
I’m high as fuck before the party started
She said the molly make her party harder
I took the ‘Rari and I Mardi Gras’d it
I ain’t lookin’ for a bitch to sponsor
I’m on a mission, I got shit to conquer
Too old for the costumes
So for Halloween, I was a Fendi monster
I bend the corner like I’m in the Tonka
And I’m gripping armor
‘Cause them niggas on us
And its in my blood, I got a pimp persona
You can hit the store, I just hit the owner (Yeah yeah!)
I’m just rollin’ on half a star
Same color as an avatar
Leaning, twisting up my last cigar
Speeding, praying I don’t crash the car

[Hook: Loso Loaded]
Fendi, Fendi, I get plenty
Wake up right next to the semi
Loso Loaded and the Don
Highbridge to the nine, throw up where you from
Keep your kinfolks straight
Gotcha baby mama calling me the one
I ain’t running outta funds
I’ma get the paper, stack it on you bums

[Verse 2: Don Q]
Two thou for the shoes now
That’s too much sauce
Gotta keep the tools ’round
When we move ’round
Can’t do no loss
I do it for all of my niggas that’s dead
And all of my goons up north
Percocets gettin’ chewed up
I got 2 cups and my jewels on frost
She call me Chubby Don
I walk in the house, she got nothing on
‘Bout to drown my neck out in Aviani
Next check, I’ma comeback and flood the arm
Niggas coming with their sob stories
Like "Don do you got a job for me?"
Man, coming up this shit was hard for me
Now they talking thousands when they call for me
I’m not impressed by your fit
I just checked out of fifth
And they asked what the shoes cost
I put Chanel on my bitch
And that’s red on her kick
Yea I’m speaking that Loub’ talk
We was running through the block working
Nigga I can, I can make the pot twerk
You can’t walk in the bando, bitch knock first
Keep a stash in the floor if the cops search

[Hook: Loso Loaded]
Fendi, Fendi, I get plenty
Wake up right next to the semi
Loso Loaded and the Don
Highbridge to the nine, throw up where you from
Keep your kinfolks straight
Gotcha baby mama calling me the one
I ain’t running outta funds
I’ma get the paper, stack it on you bums
Codeine my medicine
I get on that lean, pop a percocet
Oh yeah, I’m just striving for excellence
Young veterans stacking up presidents
Hey, hey
Young veterans stacking up presidents
Hey, hey
Young veterans stacking up presidents

The Underachievers – Cobra Clutch (Renaissance Album)

[Intro]
Alright we’re gonna have a demonstration
I’ve had a lot of cards and letters: why don’t you all guess how this cobra clutch works
Is it a sleeper hold? Is it a submission hold?
Well, it’s a little bit of both!
If a guy gets into the hold, he either goes to sleep or he’s a good boy and he gives up before he goes to sleep

[Verse 1: AK The Savior]
Seek, destroy, came down from the Heavens on an asteroid
Acid void, falling down like ashes will I crash or soar
Smack the royal niggas, got the power but do nothing for you
Hash and oils keep me less in nuisance when I’m ’bout the boil
I can’t say, I heal they souls like Dende
When I speak they walk like Sensei
Through they speak they talk no English
If it ain’t about gettin’ my ends paid
Got a mind of my own, y’all been slaves
Got your girl and she don’t got a man today
She just jump for the dick like a holiday
I be rockin’ it but no apologies
Niggas sleep, move quietly
Soon enough they admire me
Soon enough, get the Cobra Clutch
My career erupt, leads to higher me
Niggas at this, they should quit the rappin’
Yeah I really like to blame society
Kobe at this, niggas in the attic
We could get it crackin’ if you trying me
Bitch I’m nothing what you used to
Bring your aux, need a bluetooth
Acting reckless, we might shoot you
Main in colours, here’s a blue’s clue
Elevated but I’m dangerous
Nothing changed but the payment
Niggas bang at the fame and
Spending all that pay just to claim it

[Hook]
Hear you speaking but bro
What’s the thesis
Lately I’ve been dreaming ’bout these rappers
How I’m gon’ feast ’em, right amount of seasoning
Tell ’em if we see ’em wouldn’t wanna be ’em
Tell ’em if we see ’em wouldn’t wanna be ’em

Hear you speaking but bro
What’s the thesis
Lately I’ve been dreaming ’bout these rappers
How I’m gon’ feast, right amount of seasoning
Tell ’em if we see ’em wouldn’t wanna be ’em
Tell ’em if we see ’em wouldn’t wanna be ’em

[Verse 2: Solace]
I be on my high horse
I be on my God course
Separate the Don Darks
From the living live courts
Laser eye like cyborg
Wizard like I’m John Wall
See the future, groundhog
Smoking dope, reclined up
My scream like Desiigner
Student watch your conduct
Giving niggas F for exposure like a higher up
Get that resurrection class
Give your soul to sign up
Spliff rolled up with honour
Smacking like E. Honda
Me and my conspirers
Secretely been plotting domination
In this board of imitation, either die or dance with Satan
And I got my new shoes, think they right for the occasion
Got my crucifix, I hope it help in time of desperation
God, body, reputation
Check my winkie fast
I’m the whole shabazz
Nigga artificial similacs
Silence the aristocrat
Head of operation, Danny Ainge
I ain’t stopping till my niggas get them rings

[Hook]
Hear you speaking but bro
What’s the thesis
Lately I’ve been dreaming ’bout these rappers
How I’m gon’ feast ’em, right amount of seasoning
Tell ’em if we see ’em wouldn’t wanna be ’em
Tell ’em if we see ’em wouldn’t wanna be ’em

Hear you speaking but bro
What’s the thesis
Lately I’ve been dreaming ’bout these rappers
How I’m gon’ feast, right amount of seasoning
Tell ’em if we see ’em wouldn’t wanna be ’em
Tell ’em if we see ’em wouldn’t wanna be ’em