Only The Family, Lil Durk - Whole Lotta lyrics
Lil Durk [Durk Derrick Banks] Smurk [Chicago, Illinois, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[Only The Family, Lil Durk - Whole Lotta lyrics]
Sonic
I'm in the studio with
Killers smoking Cookies
And when I'm deep inside
That pussy it get mushy
And she got caught with the
Swipes I had some rookie
Label me a kingpin, feds tryna book me
And I need 30 for a show, you try to book me
And I be watching for the
Hoes say they love me
And I be watching for the
Niggas say they love me say they love me
Grew up in the trenches with no leader
Balenciagas, not no Reebok
She said she want her tummy tucked
I told her detox walked inside Gucci
Spent 200 for these socks
They'll stab you in your back
That's a backstab
Judge give you twenty years
Off your background
And you can't pay your lawyers
'cause your guys clowns
When a nigga play with my gang
That shit man down
When your homie on that stand
Put your head down
You be saying in your head
"Put your hand down"
See, the opps be on my dick
I turned them fans now
Get the whole hood rich, that's the plan now
On a whole lotta gang shit, yeah
And a nigga can't change shit, yeah
And I ride for who I came with, yeah
And I'm dying for who I came with, yeah
Whole lotta money, money, money, money, money
Whole lotta killers, killers
Killers, killers, killers
Whole lotta shooters, shooters
Shooters, shooters, shooters
Whole lotta bitches, bitches
Bitches, bitches, bitches
(Whole lotta)
You ever got snaked by your day one?
I heard them killers on my ass
He ain't say nothing
And I was chewing on them
Perkys 'til my pain gone
And that day that boy got shot
I wish he stayed home
This rap shit who'd have thought
I'd get paid off it?
I remember OG going to the head office
And we'd sell our food stamps
And get paid off it
He tried that dope and then he
Turned into a J off it
Niggas say they talk behind my back
I say they stay talking
Police want me down bad
Tried to charge for jaywalking
My little homie went outside
Let them niggas take from him
'Fore the niggas go outside I can't
Put my face on it
On a whole lotta gang shit, yeah
And a nigga can't change shit, yeah
And I ride for who I came with, yeah
And I'm dying for who I came with, yeah
Whole lotta money, money, money, money, money
Whole lotta killers, killers
Killers, killers, killers
Whole lotta shooters, shooters
Shooters, shooters, shooters
Whole lotta bitches, bitches
Bitches, bitches, bitches
(Whole lotta)
I'm in the studio with
Killers smoking Cookies
And when I'm deep inside
That pussy it get mushy
And she got caught with the
Swipes I had some rookie
Label me a kingpin, feds tryna book me
And I need 30 for a show, you try to book me
And I be watching for the
Hoes say they love me
And I be watching for the
Niggas say they love me say they love me
Grew up in the trenches with no leader
Balenciagas, not no Reebok
She said she want her tummy tucked
I told her detox walked inside Gucci
Spent 200 for these socks
They'll stab you in your back
That's a backstab
Judge give you twenty years
Off your background
And you can't pay your lawyers
'cause your guys clowns
When a nigga play with my gang
That shit man down
When your homie on that stand
Put your head down
You be saying in your head
"Put your hand down"
See, the opps be on my dick
I turned them fans now
Get the whole hood rich, that's the plan now
On a whole lotta gang shit, yeah
And a nigga can't change shit, yeah
And I ride for who I came with, yeah
And I'm dying for who I came with, yeah
Whole lotta money, money, money, money, money
Whole lotta killers, killers
Killers, killers, killers
Whole lotta shooters, shooters
Shooters, shooters, shooters
Whole lotta bitches, bitches
Bitches, bitches, bitches
(Whole lotta)
You ever got snaked by your day one?
I heard them killers on my ass
He ain't say nothing
And I was chewing on them
Perkys 'til my pain gone
And that day that boy got shot
I wish he stayed home
This rap shit who'd have thought
I'd get paid off it?
I remember OG going to the head office
And we'd sell our food stamps
And get paid off it
He tried that dope and then he
Turned into a J off it
Niggas say they talk behind my back
I say they stay talking
Police want me down bad
Tried to charge for jaywalking
My little homie went outside
Let them niggas take from him
'Fore the niggas go outside I can't
Put my face on it
On a whole lotta gang shit, yeah
And a nigga can't change shit, yeah
And I ride for who I came with, yeah
And I'm dying for who I came with, yeah
Whole lotta money, money, money, money, money
Whole lotta killers, killers
Killers, killers, killers
Whole lotta shooters, shooters
Shooters, shooters, shooters
Whole lotta bitches, bitches
Bitches, bitches, bitches
(Whole lotta)