King Von Earns First Major Billboard Chart Success With “Welcome To O’Block” Album

King Von’s saw major chart success after his untimely death.

Far too many artists have left this world before they are able to witness the full impact of their music, and now King Von has joined this tragic club. Earning his first Top 5 album on the Billboard 200 with Welcome To O’Block, Von posthumously sold around 44k album-equivalent units in the album’s second week, according to Billboard. The project originally debuted at No. 13 on the chart but experienced a large jump in numbers after Von’s death.

Additionally, Vons’ past releases are also finding their way to the charts in the wake of his murder, including LeVon James, which hit No. 39 this week, and Grandson, Vol. 1, which re-entered the Billboard 200 at No. 52.

King Von lost his life along with two other men in an altercation outside an Atlanta nightclub on November 6th.

The incident reportedly involved Von’s crew and rapper Quando Rondo’s affiliates and was caught on surveillance cameras as the fight escalated to a shoot-out. 22-year-old Timothy Leeks was quickly arrested and charged with murder while seeking treatment for his own injuries following the shooting. Police have since stated that Quando Rondo, who was not present at the time, is not being charged in connection with the murders.

Many fellow hip hop artists have come forward to offer their condolences for King Von’s loved ones since the news of his death made rounds online, including Lil Durk, who was Von’s close friend and collaborator.

Durk disabled his Instagram account shortly after seemingly finding out about Von’s shooting while on IG Live. Appearing on The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon, 21 Savage and Metro Boomin’ shouted out the late Chicago rapper as well before their performance. “Long live King Von,” 21 said on stage. “The world lost a legend.”

Ne-Yo x Jeremih – U 2 Luv (Remix)

featuring Queen Naija and Lil Durk

[Jeremih:]
I don’t want nobody else
I don’t want nobody else

[Lil Durk:]
If I say I love you, say it back
She keep on playing that WAP from Cardi B
I know it’s wet,
The way you mhm, grip my mhm
You know I noticed that
she ain’t the type to get revenge
She give my home sex
I told her come on home when she’s nasty
She got no kids, but she treat me like I’m Paci
I gave her that rose gold Patek
She call me daddy
I ate that pussy like calamari in Calabasas
I subscribed to her onlyfans
She tried to trick me say I’m her only man
That’s computer love
Can’t nobody tell who 2 Luv

[Ne-Yo:]
Give you all of my attention, mhmmm
It’s straight shots, no champagne sipping tonight
(It’s that kind of night)
Add Netflix to this massage,
Better yet turn that shit off (Yeah)
‘Cuz I love to hear you cussin’ at me
Like, “Ooh, shit, baby, too deep”
You never felt this feeling when I touch you, uuh
I never loved nobody like I love you, ayy

[Chorus: Jeremih]
That’s why I only want you to love
I don’t want nobody else (computer love, computer love)
I only want you to love
I don’t want nobody else (I don’t want nobody else, yeah-yeah)

[Queen Naija:]
U 2 Luv, I only want U 2 Luv
You should know nothing could break us
They be so mad when we make up, ah-ha
I could be out doin what the hot girls do
But I’d rather be laid up with you
So come and put that body right on top of mine
And when I ask you whose it is you better say it’s mine
Uh, I could just spend my time with you forever
Feels so good when we together
It ain’t nothing that you can’t do
I’m giving my love to you.

[Chorus: Jeremih]
That’s why I only want you to love
I don’t want nobody else (Nobody, Nobody)
I only want you to love
I don’t want nobody else (Nobody, eh)

[Jeremih:]
Talking sick to my stomach
I don’t play about my woman now
No-no nobody
U 2 Luv
I don’t want nobody
I don’t want nobody else

NAV – I’m Up Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
(Tay Keith, what the fuck up, nigga?)
(Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
Tay Keith

[Verse 1]
I don’t give a fuck, I’m up, I crashed my Lambo’ truck four times (Skrrt)
Shout out Lil Durk, my hitters got sticks like RondoNumbaNine (They do)
I done got rich, my Rollie don’t tick-tock, but it still tell the time (The time)
Fuckin’ your bitch in Louis V flip-flops, tryna blow out her spine (Yeah)
Fuckgirl stallin’, you ain’t gettin’ in, don’t waste my time (Yeah)
Tryna slow down, tryna chill, but nothin’ but work on my mind (Yeah)
Baby, I’m ballin’, pop another X and go overtime (Woah)
She won’t stop callin’, gotta block her number, get off my line (Brrt)

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, I eat good, I’m stackin’ up calories
Poppin’ these pills, I’m burnin ’em off
Got a new coupe, seats peanut butter tan
I’m drivin’ ’round the city with the top off (Skrrt)
Started out broke as a joke with a plan, I turned into the top dog
Came from the streets, got a lot of respect, it don’t cost to get ’em knocked off

[Chorus]
Burr, burr, burr, yeah
Bullets, they bite, they hurt, yeah (Bite)
Treat my bitch the worst, yeah
Tryna put the stick in her purse, yeah (Woah)
You can take me out the streets, but the streets will never be outta me (Streets)
I don’t gotta prove myself for shit
If you run up on me, you gon’ see (Right now)
Chirp, chirp, chirp, yeah
I get birds for sure, yeah (Brr)
Lurk, lurk, lurk, yeah
One call, killers gon’ lurk, yeah (Lurkin’)
Lately, it feel like everybody tryna get reactions out of me (Me)
Gotta play it cool on the internet, but I’m a savage in reality

[Verse 2]
Two hundred plus on the digital dash
200K, that’s in physical cash
Stop all the hate with your miserable ass
Got me a shorty, her physical bad (Yeah)
Run it up, you could put it on my tab
Shit that I got, I thought I’d never have
Fresh off the lot, I got on paper tags
Smokin’ exotic, you can’t get a drag
Long laces and my shorts Rick Owen
Turn off the lights and my neck still glowin’
I’m the type pull up with vibes and they blowin’
Where I’m from, people get shot when it’s snowin’
My brother can’t read, but he still got a sentence
Had to fall back, now I’m back with a vengeance
I get ’em short and I stack up my tennis
Empty my bank account, then I replenish

[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, I eat good, I’m stackin’ up calories
Poppin’ these pills, I’m burnin ’em off
Got a new coupe, seats peanut butter tan
I’m drivin’ ’round the city with the top off (Skrrt)
Started out broke as a joke with a plan, I turned into the top dog
Came from the streets, got a lot of respect, it don’t cost to get ’em knocked off

[Chorus]
Burr, burr, burr, yeah
Bullets, they bite, they hurt, yeah (Bite)
Treat my bitch the worst, yeah
Tryna put the stick in her purse, yeah (Woah)
You can take me out the streets, but the streets will never be outta me (Streets)
I don’t gotta prove myself for shit
If you run up on me, you gon’ see (Right now)
Chirp, chirp, chirp, yeah
I get birds for sure, yeah (Brr)
Lurk, lurk, lurk, yeah
One call, killers gon’ lurk, yeah (Lurkin’)
Lately, it feel like everybody tryna get reactions out of me (Me)
Gotta play it cool on the internet, but I’m a savage in reality

Lil Durk – Chiraq Demons Lyrics

Play this song

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

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
PTSD I be off of drugs in the day (Off the drugs)
Gotta watch out for my dawg, they tryna get me out the way (Get me out the way)
I can’t be around my felons ’cause I got a pending case (Got a pending case)
Got my dawg out for one ninety and I dropped him off a K (Man what?)
Called Johnny, no veneers, I need like ninety in the face (Man what?)
The one that died he had like ninety to his face (Man what?)
I can’t talk ’bout how he died ’cause they gon’ build another case (Build another case)
See what’s the name here? (Doo-doo-doo)
He came back then he rich (Grra-grra)
Every counter lit (Every counter)
I buy Audemars (I buy Audemars)
I don’t be focused all the time ’cause I buy all the cars (I buy all the cars)
I buy all the guns (I buy all the guns)
Herb got all the ones (Got all the ones)
Ain’t no G-Fazos the opps buy all the lady ones (Fuck nigga)

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
I know God gon’ keep me safe, I got my gun when I pray (Ayy)
We just found out where he stay, can’t have no fun, we gon’ lay
It ain’t nothin’ but six shots but I had a run with the A
Ain’t nothin’ less than thirty shots, when I got my son, I can’t play (You know that)
He just caught five up top, now his body numb, gon’ slay (Boom-boom-boom)
Lil’ bro got a nigga leavin’ out the club, gon’ blaze
Chiraq demons, you can’t save us
Cocaine, guns, that’s what raised us
I told Durk n’ ’em, they got buddy out the way quick, I don’t blame em (shit)

[Verse 3: Lil Durk]
All my niggas sellin’ zaza, we not ’bout half of pounds
Got the rack inside the stu’ but we gon’ rob the out of towners
Four-five in my crib, but yo’ head searched my crib, he never found em
Lil’ boy he better graduate before this Draco cap n’ gown him
I fucked half the strippers, I was fucking hoopa’s baby mamas
I might pull out quick and bust up on they face, ain’t use a condom
Used to call the folks a snake, now he a snake, anaconda
Every time you look up all the opps be dead, every summer (Man what?)

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

[Verse 4: G Herbo]
We gon’ answer with two hunnid shots, every summer
Lil’ foe nem be actin’ wild now ’cause we got bread comin’ (Fuck)
And I know a nigga tellin’ everytime the feds comin’ (Fuck)
Would’ve never got your mans, you wasn’t in that cell, nothin’
He a opp that know from the ‘Gram, call him fam, buddy
My lil’ homie just did some bad shit, he gettin’ his dreads cutted (right now)
If he got some work in my block plottin’ on ’em, yeah they trunkin’ ’em
Top shots, he pop out slumpin’ ’em, they standin’ under ’em (Skrr)
Over ’em, boy you ain’t no savage, I don’t fuck with ’em
I just saw the opps with all my chains, I ain’t tuckin’ ’em (Shit)
And I walk right past ’em in the club ’cause I was clutchin’ ’em (You know that)
Lil Durk got a fifty, I got fifty, it’s a buck on ’em (Man what?)

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

Lil Durk – Extravagant Lyrics

Play this song

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lil Durk – Chiraqimony Lyrics

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

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

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

Lil Durk – 100 Grand Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

G Herbo – 4 Nem Lyrics

[Intro]
G Herbo, gang gang
150 Dream Team, gang shit bitch
You know what I’m sayin’
150, 300, shoutout Durkio, ya know
Ay, foenem, on foenem

[Hook]
I might buy a wig, I fucked a model bitch on foenem’
How you wife that bitch? We all fucked the hoe before him
GB with me, plus I buy my pipes from O’nem
Pigs at my granny door, don”t ask me shit, don’t know them
I be off the Percs on foenem, you be on shirts, on foenem
One call they lurk, on folks nem’, you don’t wanna see foenem’
On foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’

[Verse 1]
First off, lets be clear as fuck, the opps we let off
Shots with foenem, I be all up in the Gucci store clutching
The Glock, yea you know I be shopping a lot
Dashing the two door, don’t care if I’m solo or not
Call me “Swervo” it’s off with the top
I see the enemy, on sight it’s off with his top
Even though I like talking a lot
Tried to stay up in the trap, fell asleep off the drop
Woke up, walked on the block, something told me
To mix Ecstasy with the Codeine, must of been
Kobe talking to Roc, lately I keep switching states
And a lot of new faces keep hating, don’t know why
I don’t know them, foreigns in traffic with foenem
And four seaters, .40’s, we 4 deep, you know we got 4 ‘dem

[Hook]
I might buy a wig, I fucked a model bitch on foenem’
How you wife that bitch? We all fucked the hoe before him
GB with me, plus I buy my pipes from O’nem
Pigs at my granny door, don”t ask me shit, don’t know them
I be off the Percs on foenem, you be on shirts, on foenem
One call they lurk, on folks nem’, you don’t wanna see foenem’
On foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’

[Verse 2]
G Herbo, yea that’s that nigga, you know him
He getting that money, on foenem
600 Horse like a rodeo, in that new Bent with that
Rollie on, sweater by Kenzo from Tokyo
I’m from No Limit so I’m reppin’ Vito and Fazo
With Kobe and Roc that’s big bro nem’
Fuck with real niggas, so Lil Durk, he know how
We rock, OTF, 0-6 foenem, that’s foenem
Walked in the spot, looking for your lil hoe nem’
Clips is extended, we toting them please don’t get hit up
Niggas be mad hating on foenem’ about hoes we been
Fuckin before them, don’t even come near us
Pass out them head-shots, they have to shovel a lil
Nigga shit up. can’t even sit up, hollow tips put him
In shock, now he holding his breath like a hiccup

[Hook]
I might buy a wig, I fucked a model bitch on foenem’
How you wife that bitch? We all fucked the hoe before him
GB with me, plus I buy my pipes from O’nem
Pigs at my granny door, don”t ask me shit, don’t know them
I be off the Percs on foenem, you be on shirts, on foenem
One call they lurk, on folks nem’, you don’t wanna see foenem’
On foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’, on foenem’

Ralo – Chiraqistan (feat. Lil Durk)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kilo – Doughboy feat. Lil Durk lyrics

Lyrics Doughboy – Kilo

40 on my neck, now I’m the hood hero
We shooting bricks like we shooting a free throw
Everything my way I swear I feel like Lito
Carter in this b*tch, now I feel like Nino.(kilo)

All I ever wanted was a kilo. (x4)

King up in this b*tch, I’m the hood hero
Got a couple thousand, we came up from zero
He front me what I’m buying so shout out to migo
He load up the plane and come in from Toledo
Rubber band that money I’m in love with C-notes
Them b*tches flock our section everywhere that we go
Cuz we popping yeah, young thousandaires
And all I wanted was a kilo versuri-lyrics.info
Drugs had mama gone, she was never there
That gave me free time to get my clientele
We eyeball that work, no we don’t need a scale
Unless it’s the one they use to weigh them whales.

40 on my neck, now I’m the hood hero
We shooting bricks like we shooting a free throw
Everything my way I swear I feel like Lito
Carter in this b*tch, now I feel like Nino.

All I ever wanted was a kilo. (x4)

Bricks and birds
Catch a opp, he switch his words
50 on me, boy don’t run
Shots go off, he send that word
On that corner, me and Berg
We did dirt all on that curb
Man this b*tch get on my nerves
Sit back b*tch and pop a perc
Kilos from Pedro, I’m like Debo with kilos
Stash spot for the drugs, LA trip, meet the migo
I’ma boul like Beanie, but in the streets I’m like Sigel
Rondo coming home the judge want him to do 5 plus 0
We got 4-5 bodies, for the opps killing Chino
Selling dope, El Chapo locked up so we selling soap
Free my killas, them my killas
All my niggas they some goons
Only niggas in the field, only niggas that ain’t told.

40 on my neck, now I’m the hood hero
We shooting bricks like we shooting a free throw
Everything my way I swear I feel like Lito
Carter in this b*tch, now I feel like Nino.

All I ever wanted was a kilooo. (x4)
Doughboy lyrics
Video Doughboy

Lil Durk – Internet (feat. Young Thug)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lil Durk – Hard Shit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lil Durk – Hard Shit Lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lil Durk – Glock Up letras

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