Lil Durk – Computer Murderers Lyrics

Computer Murderers

Lil Durk

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"Computer Murderers." - Lil Durk

Monday, 26 October 2026, 01:34 am

Album: 7220 (Deluxe)

Track No: 14

No auto, grrah
Smurk, yeah
TouchofTrent be wildin' with it
Check on your mans, I heard he got hit in his head (Hello?)
But he almost died so I can say his name 'cause he ain't dead (Wooski)
How you let a **** vouch for you who just got out the feds? (Pussy)
Sneakin' pics by Von mural like lil' bro won't come out and spin (Grrah, bop)
He ain't hurt a fly so he don't count, I still'll give him ten (Still'll give him ten)
I got hoes I call my sisters, fuckin' opps, them hoes dead (Bitch)
I don't let 'em play with Varney, I'm just waitin' on my chance (On Moe, on Pluto)
If Varney say a **** dead, then the **** dead
Lil' bro you can't hop in here, this bitch a hot car (It's a hot car)
They like, "Bro, it's Nuk," nah, it's Smurk, **** (Fah, fah, fah)
You can't play no games, you play with other ****, nah, nah (Nah, nah, nah)
You ain't from my block if you don't know Tayski, Budda and Chop (Man, what?)
Yeah, yeah
Pass my pills, ****
Finna act crazy in this bitch, hold on
Watch this, aye, watch this (And that bitch go, "Fah, fah, fah")
Bro 'nem in that Track', they doin' ninety down that school zone (Skrrt)
Mama say I'm trippin', I'm with my **** like a group home
I ain't gettin' mad, I'm tryna rob who call my boo phone
Bitch, I'm from the trenches, you gotta fuck me to my new song (Yeah, yeah)
Mmm, I don't mention dead opps (Yeah, yeah)
If you really did it, you ain't gon' say it 'cause the feds hot (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bro, I told your ass, I want his head, I don't want no leg shot (Bop)
Breakfast time, they get on **** early, want they eggs hot
Headshot, headshot, headshot, headshot, headshot
Uh-uh, headshot, headshot
Headshot, headshot, headshot
Headshot, headshot, headshot, headshot
Speed off, hold on, bro, I think he still breathin'
Lamp on **** late at night, she think I'm still cheatin'
Headshot for every block, we still grievin'
You wasn't around when he died, your bitch ass still teethin' (Pussy)
Headshot, headshot, headshot, headshot, headshot (Stuntin' none of y'all pussy ass)
Headshot, headshot, headshot, headshot, headshot (Ain't stuntin' none of y'all pussy ass)
Headshot, head, headshot, headshot (Ain't stuntin' none of y'all pussy ass)
Y'all can have the internet (Headshot, headshot, headshot)
Stuntin' none of y'all pussy ass (Headshot, head)
Y'all can have the internet

Writer(s): Durk Banks, Trenton Turner & Marko Cervantes.

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