Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Durkio Krazy, artist - Lil Durk. Date of issue: 17.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Durkio Krazy |
| I know I ain’t worried, I ain’t stressin' 'bout no money |
| I do shit for niggas and they act like they don’t love me |
| When I turn my head, be the same niggas slug me |
| Love when Steve got it 'cause I know that boy like Curry |
| Shoot somethin' |
| How you 'round me always broke, don’t wanna do nothin'? |
| And I watched you sell your pole for like two hundred |
| And that’s a cluck move |
| Plenty nights it was me and you, I was screaming fuck you |
| And I grew up 'round them youngins, I said fuck school |
| Only me and you was trappin', we had much room |
| And I was zoned off them perkies, you off mushrooms |
| And I told 'em if they touch you they in trouble |
| Ain’t no city like Chicago 'cause we home of them gangsters |
| Rob everything that move, we was pullin' them capers |
| I’m talking dice games |
| When bro 'nem opened up the trap, I seen them hypes came |
| My two hoes stay with some strap, it’s a dyke thing |
| Got a hundred on my neck |
| Hundred on my wrist, Audemar, no Patek |
| Came from the bottom, yeah I felt the neglect |
| Juvenile nigga, I was desperate for sex |
| I know I ain’t worried, I ain’t stressin' 'bout no money |
| I do shit for niggas and they act like they don’t love me |
| When I turn my head, be the same niggas slug me |
| Love when Steve got it 'cause I know that boy like Curry |
| Shoot somethin' |
| How you 'round me always broke, don’t wanna do nothin'? |
| And I watched you sell your pole for like two hundred |
| And that’s a cluck move |
| Plenty nights it was me and you, I was screaming fuck you |
| She was VHS, rockin' VVS’s |
| Steady catchin' blessings, I don’t get rejected |
| Homicides got worser, body count went up |
| Can’t ride around regular, car tinted up |
| The way this fifty blowin' you would think it was ten of us |
| I talked to Lauren and jail call in the Bentley truck |
| Heard that rumor I got shot and I got hemmed up |
| Even though I’m ten toes, won’t give near' fucks |
| Hoodie on, skully on, mob Corleone |
| And they couldn’t find a witness, Von gon' be home |
| He ain’t wanna keep attendance 'cause his days was long |
| Came from nothing, who’d of thought what we’d get paid for shows? |
| I know I ain’t worried, I ain’t stressin' 'bout no money |
| I do shit for niggas and they act like they don’t love me |
| When I turn my head, be the same niggas slug me |
| Love when Steve got it 'cause I know that boy like Curry |
| Shoot somethin' |
| How you 'round me always broke, don’t wanna do nothin'? |
| And I watched you sell your pole for like two hundred |
| And that’s a cluck move |
| Plenty nights it was me and you, I was screaming fuck you |