Lil Durk - 500 Homicides

500 Homicides Lyrics


Oh! These niggas ain't gangstas

Stay tryna take my lil homie off the streets huh

Free 'Nine bitch!

We still got real niggas out here (so everybody gangsta now huh?)

Where you from nigga?

Free the guys man, you ain't from where we from

I told my niggas we gon' make it man

It's a fucking movement man

We a fucking family, we ain't a gang


[Verse 1: Lil Durk]

These niggas is bitches, getting info from bitches

Go and tell to the piggies

I'm tryna get riches, and stay on that business

Free bro, niggas snitching

My case almost over, you lucky one pending

I put 2 in his lemon, this 4-5 a lemon

Extended clip for his niggas

And he ain't shit to his niggas

We don't hesitate, from Dede and Bebe just know that the opps ain't never safe

Load up the Glock, and reload the 8

Do a drill on the op, no clones I see dots

ACGs for the God's church and one power rock

I'm on the block

Hope my tape don't flop, and it go gold when it drop

I'm not a liar, start D'ing them baggies, and we risking indictment

Just to get flier than the first day ticket, united 300, the riot

Murder murder, kill kill, in the jam I'll never squeal

My label only time I deal

I fuck with G's, B's, Moes, Kings, Snakes, 4's and the niggas under kneel

Silver spoon, you don't know how hunger feel

Dreaming 'bout 100 mil, step on that curb with 100 pills

Western Union money to bro and them, in the cell doing 20 years

And I lost a couple of these niggas, and they ain't never seen 20 years, oh!

Bro died when I was out of town, shit happened I’m not around

Slide through every opp block and we up shots till they not around

What's up with this twitter beef?

Thought we was keepin' it in the streets?

They mad I'm in the winner seat, from the summer time 'till winter breeze

And choppa squeeze, bitch go blaat, blaat, blaat!

I ain't even gotta rap, (rap, rap) Rex nem in the trap (trap, trap)

One time no light bulb, bro n em got a lamp, (lamp, lamp)

Where you from you ain't stamped (stamp, stamp)

Niggas know we the champ (champ, champ)

Got niggas sneak dissin', it ain't rap

Make a real nigga gotta spit facts

Got some niggas saying keep it only rap

That's how these old niggas stay on the map

Headshot, we ain't getting into that

Niggas tellin' hands full of pens and pads

Grab a pack, blood bleeding real bad

Doin' hit in a coupe, in a Range, or an Audi

Fuck a nigga doubt me

All on my dick when they see me

Knowing this bitch wanna be me

Hell yea you can die over a retweet

I'm grabbing my pole on mimi

I can't see a nigga like Stevie

I won't tell, I'll take me a BG

Let's get it!


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