Lil Durk – 500 Homicides Lyrics

500 Homicides

Lil Durk

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"500 Homicides." - Lil Durk

Friday, 23 October 2026, 07:39 pm

Album: Remember My Name (Deluxe Edition)

Track No: 01

Oh, these **** ain't gangster
Stay tryna take my lil' homie off the streets, huh
Free Nine, bitch
We still got real **** out here
So everybody gangster now, huh?
Where you from, ****?
Free the guys, man
You ain't from where we from
Yeah, I told my **** we gon' make it, man
It's a fucking movement, man
We a fucking family, we ain't a gang
OTF
Squad
These **** is bitches, getting info from bitches
Go and tell to the piggies, I'm tryna get riches
And stand on that business
Three broke **** snitching, my case almost over
You lucky it wasn't pending
I put two in his lemon, this four-five a limit
Extended clip for his ****
And he ain't shit to his ****
We don't hesitate, from DD and Bébé's
Just know the ops ain't never safe
Load up the Glock and reload the eight
Do a drill on the op, no clones, I see dots
ACG's, Free the Guys shirt and one pair of rocks
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 'em baggies
And we risking indictment
Just to flier than a first class ticket
United, Three Hunnid, the riot
Murder, murder, kill, kill, in a jam I'll never squeal
My label only time I deal
I fuck with G's, B's, Moes, Kings, Snakes
Four's and the **** under Neal
Silver spoon, you don't know how hunger feel
Dreaming 'bout a hunnid mill, step on that curb with a hunnid pills
Western Union money to bro and them, in his cell doing twenty years
And I lost a couple of these **** and they ain't never seen twenty years
Bro and them died when I was out of town, shit happen when I'm not around
Slide through every op's block and we op shot till they not around
What's up with this Twitter beef?
Thought we was keeping it in the streets
They mad I'm in the winner's seat
From the summer time to the winter breeze
And chopper squeeze, bitch, go blat-blat-blat
I ain't even gotta rap, rap, rap
Rex nem in the trap, trap, trap
One time, no light bulb, bro and 'em got a lamp, lamp, lamp
Where you from, you ain't stamped, stamp, stamp
**** know we the champs, champs, champs
Got **** sneak dissing, it ain't rap
Make a real **** gotta spit facts
Got you **** saying, keep it only rap
That's how these old **** still on the map
Head shot, we ain't getting into that
**** telling, hands full of pens and pads
Grab a pack, blood bleeding real bad
Do a hit in a coupe, in a Range, or an Audi
Fuck a **** doubt me
All on my dick when they see me
Knowing this bitch wanna be me
Hell yeah, you could die over a retweet
I'm grabbing my pole, no Mimi
I can't see a **** like Stevie
I won't tell, I'll take me a BG
Let's get it
GANG

Writer(s): Durk Banks & Charles Dumazer.

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