No Auto Durk (feat. Lil Durk) - Only The Family & Lil Durk

Ridin' 'round your block, we slidin' late night, yeah (yeah) See a five pack, we takin' at least four lives, yeah (pew, pew, pew, pew) Ain't talkin' about exhaust when I say we got four pipes, yeah (brr) My city feel like Chiraq, gotta keep my pole tight, yeah (yeah) Got perico the color middle of a Klondike (perico) And God knows I'm ridin' with my bro if he wrong or right (yeah, yeah) When I go back to the block I grew up on and roll dice I don't create no hierarchy, pull up with no ice (yeah) I won't rob nobody, I believe in karma (no) But it's off with his head if he try to harm us I'm a handyman, nails inside my hammer (yes, sir) Kick like Jackie Chan, but it ain't on camera Schools, they kicked us out 'stead of tryna understand us I pulled up to class, no bookbag and no pencil Made my bro a 100K cash, everything I do is stand-up If I ain't do it, then nobody would, I had to man up (man up) My brother hit a lick for 30 bricks, coke price went up Gotta keep a wham-bam, righthand man tried to set him up And the way that Flex used to cook the work, swear he had the magic touch It blew my mind when it bounced back and half the shit was cut Heart racin', hit a lick, hurry up, put it in the trunk (shh) Are you dumb? Roll the window down and throw out your guns Go up north and burn the car 'til everything is gone Streets be talking, they don't know who did it, but not for long (let's go) Ridin' 'round your block, we slidin' late night, yeah (yeah) See a five pack, we takin' at least four lives, yeah (pew, pew, pew, pew) Ain't talkin' about exhaust when I say we got four pipes, yeah (brr) My city feel like Chiraq, gotta keep my pole tight, yeah (yeah) Got perico the color middle of a Klondike (perico) And God knows I'm ridin' with my bro if he wrong or right (yeah, yeah) When I go back to the block I grew up on and roll dice I don't create no hierarchy, pull up with no ice (yeah) I go buy that Spider apparel, I feel like a tarantula (like a tarantula) Go to Toronto, link with the killers 'Cause I can't bring no gun to Canada (bring no guns) Money and guns, et cetera (money and guns, et cetera) Why they be thinking they 'head of us? (Why they be thinking they 'head of us?) You stunt and you flex and you add it up (yeah) Got robbed, but your homie had set it up Don't stop at your boundaries That's how niggas die in the streets (how niggas die in the streets) These niggas is hoes, these niggas is hoes That's how it sound to me (how it sound to me) Look at you look up to, look at who you honor But them niggas clowns to me (niggas clowns to me) Know a nigga who served the city, now he sell pounds of weed (yeah, yeah) I done seen him take so many drugs, then say his body numb I done seen the littlest nigga walk around with a Tommy gun (Tommy gun) He couldn't get no good time for his case He was fightin' bodily harm (bodily harm) Once you hit the fed system, just know your body marked Went inside that crib, got 30 years, I had a silent alarm It don't mean he got no bag 'cause he got an icy arm (yeah, yeah) Let them niggas name they own weed, that's why the price is wrong Definition of my brother, ridin' right or wrong, oh Ridin' 'round your block, we slidin' late night, yeah (yeah) See a five pack, we takin' at least four lives, yeah (pew, pew, pew, pew) Ain't talkin' about exhaust when I say we got four pipes, yeah (brr) My city feel like Chiraq, gotta keep my pole tight, yeah (yeah) Got perico the color middle of a Klondike (perico) And God knows I'm ridin' with my bro if he wrong or right (yeah, yeah) When I go back to the block I grew up on and roll dice I don't create no hierarchy, pull up with no ice (yeah)

Turn up, turn up, turn up I just sold yo' soul to a junkie got me feelin' like the devil I just went into my jeweler then I Iced out me a bezel (iced out me a bezel) Rats inside a war yeah, pass the cigarillo In the trenches in Margielas pull out money then they jealous Now I'm rockin' Balmain, came a long way from them battles My momma raised a man but I told her that I'm mental Pull out the money and grab it Pull out his diamonds and grab 'em (take 'em) Kidnap his ass and grab 'em Get off them racks and grab 'em (take 'em) I say warriors, these bitches gon' worry us That Glock is B.I.G., my shooter Notorious And I've been to Cali, they can't extort us Young bull on the come up, Bobby Portis And I grab them both I'm investin' Off them drugs I stuck my dick inside my bestie (I'm messy) You was my plug but I found out you tryin' to finesse me (bitch) Yoh think I'ma trick on my fam, arrest me (shhh, don't say nothin') Someone please call 911 (let's get it, L) It's a murder please call 911 (pull up in, let's get it) Pull up in that 911 (That's that new Porshe 911) Shorty they gon' cop down some (let's get it, brrt) I be hangin' 'round the murderers (murderers) I woke with some murderers My brothers they some murderers (they some murderers) My red bottoms they some murderers (turn up) My momma know the worst She ain't no fan but she know my verse (she know my verse) Margiela Margiela my shirt (Margiela, Margiela my shirt) With this uzi I feel like Lil Vert (yeah-yeah) Just put my momma in a mansion (yeah-yeah) When we on parole but he be tryin' chance it (let's get it) And I gotta attract that mail where it's landing (where it's landing) Rob me just don't chance it I'm with them bandits With them bandits, with them bandits I'm with them bandits, I'm with them bandits You tryin' rob me, just don't chance it You tryin' rob me, just don't chance it It's a murder

DY Krazy Ayy, it's so crazy 'Cause I made this song off another nigga feelings Know what I'm sayin'? What he going through with his bitch Know what I'm sayin'? He actually one of my dogs Know what I'm sayin'? So, here you go We ain't talk in a minute, so don't hit me up And I mix my feelings with prescription drugs When I fell to my knees, you ain't pick me up When I was down on my back You said I ain't rich enough And we ain't talk about no sex 'Cause you ain't get it up And I don't want you to suck my dick 'Cause you ain't spit enough You an ungrateful lil' bitch, said I ain't spend enough You told me you want your ass shots 'Cause you ain't thick enough I'm in the trenches with the sharks I ain't have a heart Some nights I ain't wanna talk I left you in the dark You was lurkin' on my page, you became a narc' You was writing bitches back, that shit went too far And I carried you on my back like I ain't have a car You was kinda mad I hang with murderers Bitch, you Instagram famous, but you not a star (Instagram famous, but you not a star) Bitch, I made you Took you out the hood and I saved you While them other niggas tried to play you Bitch, you ungrateful, Bitch, you ungrateful, bitch, you u I ain't want a label I ain't want a label I ain't tryna be your friend Or your man, or your husband I don't want a label You steady throwin' your pussy But I don't want none I got a wife, so after me you gotta fuck Von Then Ikey, then Booka, then it's more fun I kick her out slick as hell, tell her, Store run I know a couple divas, that's still a secret The bitches I made eat it You would not believe it This shit was never easy I move strategic Me and two, three singers, we had a threesome Back to back, fuckin' back to back, off the perky Back to back, told her all them lies I was perfect Always tryna run the streets deep I was thirsty Gotta watch my back, a lot of niggas tryna hurt me That's why I keep my .50 and my .30 Niggas ain't on shit, they washed up, detergent Big Backwood, sat back and burned it I'm better, hot like a furnace, yeah Bitch, I made you Took you out the hood and I saved you While them other niggas tried to play you Bitch, you ungrateful, Bitch, you ungrateful, bitch, you un I ain't want a label I ain't want a label I ain't tryna be your friend Or your man, or your husband I don't want a label

(TouchofTrent be wildin' wit' it) We pop out wit' them Glocks out, now e'rybody got switches I don't talk about what we talk about, I don't want e'rybody in my business I done told the truth about bronem, now e'rybody in they feelings She done set the standards for the bad bitches, now e'rybody got titties We ain't never worried 'bout murder cases, nigga, e'rybody got millions Keep your head up, you don't never wanna put your head down in the trenches You got skybox to the Bulls game, gave Kim Foxx my tickets I had a real lunch with a billionaire, I need a hundred mil' to get with 'em I done seen niggas I vouched for post dude's shit on they Twitter I brought Pooh Shiesty to my block, gave him my Glock with an extension I seen Juice WRLD documentary, I don't want a Percocet, I'm finished These hoes fuck for a name, I'll never Birkin bag these bitches I been tryna stop takin' drugs, feel like I love to clog my kidneys Told a bad bitch, "I can't be seen with you", she gotta Uber eat her Denny's Why you playin' with me? You can't compare to us, niggas better save they pennies I'm like Doe Boy, don't lie to me, I'll tell yo' ass, "Oh, really?" Love the waistband from them pants, the way my Glock be in my Amiris I'm Durk, but call me Smurk, nigga, 'cause every time I'm grinnin' Like Kodak said, take a Percocet, nigga, e'rybody turn gremlin And you know I'm winnin' when I drop shit, nigga, e'rybody in my mentions I just took me one drug, I'm tryna get turnt up I just took two drugs tryna get turnt up I just took three drugs tryna get turnt up I just took four drugs tryna get turnt up I be out there with them killers 'til the fuckin' sun up Better have a lotta switches if you ever run up If you outside in them trenches, never put your gun up If you think the feds on you, better put them funds up I went to court early off a Percocet, had to open my eyes I was just fuckin' on a lady guard, that's the only reason I'm tired I lost a real savage to some bitch niggas, only reason I cry I got real money, I'ma need the bank staff to come count this stash I tell her, her pussy wet, them excuses whenever I really can't last I'm sorry you ain't seein' no money, I'm thinkin' you good 'cause you ain't ask Don't come to my crib talkin' 'bout a rumor, nigga, if that shit ain't facts They say bro DNA was on the murder scene, but that shit ain't match They take yo' shit, and they know you a clown, just know you ain't gettin' it back One reason I don't be takin' no interviews 'cause they bring up rats That last killin' was a big mistake, so why you ain't statin' the facts? I told a young nigga he don't get a bag whenever he make a mess I was lookin' at certain niggas kinda funny like he wore a MAGA hat You get a lil' case, you gotta go do it, you know you can't play with that And I wear it for fashion, but I got two guns in the Avirex Like, why you go tell that nigga go slide, knowin' he ain't made for that? I just took me one drug, I'm tryna get turnt up I just took two drugs tryna get turnt up I just took three drugs tryna get turnt up I just took four drugs tryna get turnt up I be out there with them killers 'til the fuckin' sun up Better have a lotta switches if you ever run up If you outside in them trenches, never put your gun up If you think the feds on you, better put them funds up

We on our OTF shit, you heard? Back in the day when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore Sometimes I sit and wish I was a kid again We used to play, nowadays I don't see you anymore Late nights I swear I miss the feeling Its those stars who were young and wild It was my number that you always dialed Back in the day when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore You know, you know, you are Back in the day when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore You know, you know, you are Used to hide the drugs in the attic, Play ball in the crates in the alley Five deep one room one [?], growin' up in the streets a challenge Shout out to the daddies who ain't Vanish, shout out to the mothers who ain't vanish Ain't want her to get her hair did, I told her eat her salad We was in that shit for real, slide in that bonnet view They gave me all my bitches, woah, she gave me chills And I think you scared, you don't wanna turn up no more President racist, don't go to the Trump no more Bust down AP platinum with it, met that money I adapted with it I go broke then its back to Trenches, with them killers I gotta admit it Last thing I'll do is move out the City, got six kids so I gotta get it 'Cause you know Back in the day when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore Sometimes I sit and wish I was a kid again We used to play, nowadays I don't see you anymore Late nights I swear I miss the feeling Its those stars who were young and wild It was my number that you always dialed Back in the day when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore You know, you know, you are Back in the day when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore You know, you know, you are Been drinkin' this shit, I ain't care to finish Just a fool to care, mama work double on Wednesdays Told her one day, she can have it all, yeah One day, she can have it all For big bro, run it up like you told me so Air 23's, you know I went and bought me some Finally got to leave the old town Hollywood, yeah, nah it's just not in my character She know me she think that I'm missin' her In the back of the Phantom I'm kissin' her Yeah I remember them bad days, young nigga had to make a way Young body like a fadeaway, nobody had to pave my way Huh, now bitch you gotta do what I say, Goin' all day, it was hard to keep faith You the cause of my tears, you gon' drown in a lake Look good to my peers, I don't make no mistake Back in the day when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore Sometimes I sit and wish I was a kid again We used to play, nowadays I don't see you anymore Late nights I swear I miss the feeling Its those stars who were young and wild It was my number that you always dialed Back in the day when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore You know, you know, you are Back in the day when I was young, I'm not a kid anymore You know, you know, you are

No snake can snake me It's like I lived this life before Like I seen this shit happen We ain't got the same blood We just brothers from the mud Grew up in the same hood And the violence so fucked up, my niggas can't judge We gon' sleep around each other 'til we neighbor, uh I'm just tryna wonder when this feeling of my pain stop How you say you love me? You my brother, but gave my name up You must be crazy thinking I changed up I'd do anything, plus give my fame up You know I'd give my fame up You know I will never change up You know I'm that dude, but you let a lame fuck You know I'm that dude, but you let a lame fuck Hen I be gone off the ecstasy Shorty, she gon' get the best of me (Let's get it) And she know I be with killers Her family is not accepting me (My gang, gang) I nutted all in her and left, I told her I got a vasectomy (Yeah) While them niggas get to at-ing me Said they catching me, they stretching me (Grrrah) Warning me, watching my back They know I be gone off the medicine (Gang, gang) My cousin had died on the cam The police got footage and edit it (Big facts) On God, I can't get shit snatched Can't leave, I need that, give it back Fuck shot, I need you kidnapped Surprise, that Glock come gift-wrapped I tatted all my dead homies in my skin (My skin, yeah, yeah) Told them crackers on them B Airways they need yo' pen (Yeah, yeah) Gulp a cup of my lean to wash off my sins (On God) Made my tri-state hoes buy me all my Timbs We ain't got the same blood We just brothers from the mud Grew up in the same hood And the violence so fucked up, my niggas can't judge We gon' sleep around each other 'til we neighbor, uh I'm just tryna wonder when this feeling of my pain stop How you say you love me? You my brother, but gave my name up You must be crazy thinking I changed up I'd do anything, plus give my fame up You know I'd give my fame up You know I will never change up You know I'm that dude, but you let a lame fuck You know I'm that dude, but you let a lame fuck Yo homie said they on me, I be with killas and parolees The niggas police, I know they name-drop You be rapping 'bout that trap, but you ain't never sold nothing I hold a grudge back in '09, you ain't let me hold nothin' You cheat on me, I swear I'll beat you like you stole something Pillow talking to these hoes, yeah, you cold-blooded How you follow me on the 'Gram and you don't like pics? I fucked a bitch, she like her girl, she don't like dick Cum on my nice sheets, they don't like this Bad bitch a Pisces, I keep a nightstick I swear I'm at my nicest, been through my crisis We not to be played with, they on that night shift Niggas tryna stick me up like I ain't never showed no love That petty shit let go, I told you I ain't got no grudge I don't give no fuck, addicted to these drugs When I was down and gone, them niggas ain't send me nothin' See red, I ain't fuckin' with 'Tussin, bite down, I'm busting Shoot first, you clutch, you mad I pressed yo' button You know we read yo' mind, my niggas ain't ducking You know you play with mine, ain't no discussion We ain't got the same blood We just brothers from the mud Grew up in the same hood And the violence so fucked up, my niggas can't judge We gon' sleep around each other 'til we neighbor, uh I'm just tryna wonder when this feeling of my pain stop How you say you love me? You my brother, but gave my name up You must be crazy thinking I changed up I'd do anything, plus give my fame up You know I'd give my fame up You know I will never change up You know I'm that dude, but you let a lame fuck (You know I'm that dude, but you let a lame fuck)

Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-chop Squad Shots fired, man down Can't leave the crib without it, they not playing around I ain't have nobody, wasn't nobody 'round One false move and I'll gun ya down Suspect, suspect, suspect I'm never the victim to no nothing No homicide, no nothing No robbery, no nothing Suspect Suspect, suspect, suspect I'm never the victim to no nothing No homicide, no nothing No robbery, no nothing Suspect What the fuck you know 'bout foenem? Off the fucking dice rolling Send a fuck nigga the Stoegers Better open your eyes 'fore I close 'em I be with them niggas ferocious Spendin' trap money on chokers Get out, I gotta get in motion Percocet fill up my cooler If you die, won't give you no roses Turn on my fashion clothing Money got me back outspoken In the middle of Chiraq, toasted Say I'm done for, been back posted Cleopatra potion She a queen, I know it, mmm Smoking backyard boogie Tax y'all, put tax on you fully Racks out, girl give me that pussy Chopper gon' amputate him fully And these niggas animated fully, poof Tom and Jerry I was so mad, throwing tantrums My auntie was fighting her cancer Fucked up, I was looking for answers Seems like it was only my family My hood left me abandoned Feel like they couldn't stand me Can't go 'cause I got standards That shit had made them panic I been traded on, hated on Told on, that's why I had a phone My lil brother, he a hothead, I had to keep him close My mama ain't want him in the city, told me: keep him gone Shots fired, man down Can't leave the crib without it, they not playing around I ain't have nobody, wasn't nobody 'round One false move and I'll gun ya down Suspect, suspect, suspect I'm never the victim to no nothing No homicide, no nothing No robbery, no nothing Suspect Suspect, suspect, suspect I'm never the victim to no nothing No homicide, no nothing No robbery, no nothing Suspect In the field like a pitch 'Cause daddy was not in the picture (He wasn't) I swear I'm in love with the pistol You got blessed if I missed you (For real) Confrontin' our problems and issues I'm like man with a mission (I am) And I get paid 'bout people I killed But that shit won't make me no killer 'Cause killers don't talk about bodies (They don't) We do that shit on the silent (For real) When me and Zoo out sliding Rock, paper, scissors who driving (It's you) Bitch I'm a shooter, I shoot out a Uber If Zoo don't feel like driving (I do) Nigga I'll do ya, I'll blow out ya noodles And it ain't hard to find me (Bitch, I ain't hiding for real) Shots fired, man down Can't leave the crib without it, they not playing around I ain't have nobody, wasn't nobody 'round One false move and I'll gun ya down Suspect, suspect, suspect I'm never the victim to no nothing No homicide, no nothing No robbery, no nothing Suspect Suspect, suspect, suspect I'm never the victim to no nothing No homicide, no nothing No robbery, no nothing Suspect