Lil Durk - TherlBread lyrics
Lil Durk [Durk Derrick Banks] Smurk [Chicago, Illinois, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[Lil Durk - TherlBread lyrics]
DJ Swift on the track mook on the beats
Will-A-Fool
I heard that shit that you said
It got back to me
And I'm talking to the dead
Just talk back to me
I wish Pluto called my phone and
He could jock with me
I wish Nuski was in the
Studio to rock with me
Niggas gotta run they mouth because
We run the city
We put drums on them choppers, man
I love them titties
It be crazy 'cause the ones
You love in competition just kill me
Don't alley hoop me to the opposition
Just feel me, just pay attention
It ain't hard to listen
Just listen, you was my homie
Why'd you keep your distance?
Prescription, I pop a Perky
Now I'm reminiscing
Let's get it, we all can eat
I'm in a good position
We just politicking and we
Talkin' about different shit
We speakin' on, on
On thoroughbreds and real niggas
And, and, and the sacrifices they made
The, the, the Gino Colons
And the Larry Hoovers, the David Barksdales
The Fidos and Big Durks and the Terry Youngs
You know
The ones that deserve to be acknowledged
And the ones that should be
Acknowledged for being thorough
I came from Kix cereal, ramen noodles
Powdered Kool-Aid without the sugar
I remember taking bundles
Stealing it without them lookin'
Spend the night at Coli crib
Just because his mama cookin'
Why you thinkin' that we pussy?
Just believe it's never cookie
That's sweet, yeah, yeah, that's sweet
I remember letting niggas hold
Shit the next week i'm talking back then
Seven deep on backseats
I remember back then
Old homies tried to whack me
I know they mad they ain't stay and we got it
We rich as hell, in five stars eating salad
And I was sleeping on that floor
Sharing pallettes i got in my bag on one
Song, now it's a habit, yeah
Why they don't love me, love me, love
Me, love me, love me, love me, love me?
Know what I'm sayin', this is a Love
Songs for the Streets 2 vibe
Know what I'm sayin'? I'm in that mode
Know what I'm sayin'
I wanna talk to the streets some more
Will-A-Fool
I heard that shit that you said
It got back to me
And I'm talking to the dead
Just talk back to me
I wish Pluto called my phone and
He could jock with me
I wish Nuski was in the
Studio to rock with me
Niggas gotta run they mouth because
We run the city
We put drums on them choppers, man
I love them titties
It be crazy 'cause the ones
You love in competition just kill me
Don't alley hoop me to the opposition
Just feel me, just pay attention
It ain't hard to listen
Just listen, you was my homie
Why'd you keep your distance?
Prescription, I pop a Perky
Now I'm reminiscing
Let's get it, we all can eat
I'm in a good position
We just politicking and we
Talkin' about different shit
We speakin' on, on
On thoroughbreds and real niggas
And, and, and the sacrifices they made
The, the, the Gino Colons
And the Larry Hoovers, the David Barksdales
The Fidos and Big Durks and the Terry Youngs
You know
The ones that deserve to be acknowledged
And the ones that should be
Acknowledged for being thorough
I came from Kix cereal, ramen noodles
Powdered Kool-Aid without the sugar
I remember taking bundles
Stealing it without them lookin'
Spend the night at Coli crib
Just because his mama cookin'
Why you thinkin' that we pussy?
Just believe it's never cookie
That's sweet, yeah, yeah, that's sweet
I remember letting niggas hold
Shit the next week i'm talking back then
Seven deep on backseats
I remember back then
Old homies tried to whack me
I know they mad they ain't stay and we got it
We rich as hell, in five stars eating salad
And I was sleeping on that floor
Sharing pallettes i got in my bag on one
Song, now it's a habit, yeah
Why they don't love me, love me, love
Me, love me, love me, love me, love me?
Know what I'm sayin', this is a Love
Songs for the Streets 2 vibe
Know what I'm sayin'? I'm in that mode
Know what I'm sayin'
I wanna talk to the streets some more