Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dead Niggas, artist - Lil Durk. Date of issue: 01.01.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dead Niggas |
| Due to some violent content, parental discretion is advised |
| What, if you ain’t know this is DJ Millticket |
| The streets don’t really love you like I love you |
| Money over bitches is what I learned too |
| Can’t change on my niggas because they blood too |
| And if you thinkin' that we soft nigga fuck you |
| Pour up shots for them dead niggas |
| We gon' start something for them dead niggas |
| Tuck yo' tail if you scared, nigga |
| Where I’m from we take a chance nigga |
| Ohh, takin' chances |
| Where I’m from we just takin' chances |
| Ohh, we takin' chances |
| Where I’m from niggas takin' chances |
| Took some chances I was on the grind |
| Smokin' dope, toting poles, hangin' on the 9 |
| DJ, ZDD, and Booda they people was always slime |
| The opps catch me lackin', pussy nigga stop cryin' |
| Lost Pluto and Vito, we mobbin' like Vito |
| For Nuski and Chino, got Glocks and kilos |
| Say I’m Hollywood, I ain’t got a grammy bitch I love the hood |
| We kill, never mind bitch he in the woods |
| Shot niggas, never got shot though |
| My bitch charged but I got caught with a Glock though |
| The wrong place the wrong time got you tacos |
| You ain’t shit in these streets without yo' nachos |
| No, no |
| The streets don’t really love you like I love you |
| Money over bitches is what I learned too |
| Can’t change on my niggas because they blood too |
| And if you thinkin' that we soft nigga fuck you |
| Pour up shots for them dead niggas |
| We gon' start something for them dead niggas |
| Tuck yo' tail if you scared, nigga |
| Where I’m from we take a chance nigga |
| Ohh, takin' chances |
| Where I’m from we just takin' chances |
| Ohh, we takin' chances |
| Where I’m from niggas takin' chances |
| How you loyal nigga, I can count on one hand who loyal nigga |
| If your gang, I can show you one nigga who loyal with you |
| Never gave me money never gave me shit |
| Never told me that you love me, always put my name in Hell |
| Never said free my name, put money up on my bail |
| Mixing birds, never gave me still, you ain’t even give me a chance |
| I’m like damn I got bands, I’ma split it with my mans |
| I’ma buy the block guns, drugs and a couple vans |
| Gotta be real to 'em, you can even ask the fans |
| And how I been through it all, nigga fuck the feds |
| Like duckin' what, real shooter niggas tuckin' what |
| And we was broke and we ain’t had nothing |
| The streets don’t really love you like I love you |
| Money over bitches is what I learned too |
| Can’t change on my niggas because they blood too |
| And if you thinkin' that we soft nigga fuck you |
| Pour up shots for them dead niggas |
| We gon' start something for them dead niggas |
| Tuck yo' tail if you scared, nigga |
| Where I’m from we take a chance nigga |
| Ohh, takin' chances |
| Where I’m from we just takin' chances |
| Ohh, we takin' chances |
| Where I’m from niggas takin' chances |