Lil Durk – Did Shit To Me (feat. Doodie Lo) Lyrics

Did Shit To Me

Lil Durk (feat. Doodie Lo)

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"Did Shit To Me." - Lil Durk (feat. Doodie Lo)

Wednesday, 21 October 2026, 11:23 pm

Album: 7220 (Deluxe)

Track No: 07

(DJ Bandz, oh man)
I hate **** be on they homies ass and they ain't even gon' slide
I had a prep talk with a baby threat and I told him keep his iron (Bop, bop)
I had court today, told my lawyer, "Fuck that case, I'm tired" (Tired)
They locked bro up for three guns even though lil' bro had said, "They mine" (Free Wop)
I need Boona home, only **** I know that speak his mind
I told bro, "I need to get back", he say, "Get back come with time"
I ain't duckin' shit, I done seen the main opp keep cryin'
Had to swith the whip, shown my Hellcat logo, I went live (Get outta here)
I don't be trustin' shit
I don't even trust my bitch, I just trust my switch (Brrah)
I don't even trust my auntie, uncle, cousins, I don't be trustin' shit
Stand up ****, he ever got a bond, he ain't gon' never sit (Never)
This gang shit run deep in my blood, I ain't gon' never switch
Smurk, he from the 'Raq ('Raq)
Doodie, he from Kankakee
Smurk, he love that switch
Doodie, love that .223 (Grrah)
These **** wanna diss (Diss)
Fuck that rap shit, keep it in the streets (Yeah)
Why they be all on my dick?
They still mad from me and Keef (Man, what?)
They ain't never do shit to me (Did shit, never ever)
They ain't never did shit to me (Man, what?)
They ain't never did shit to me (Man, never ever)
Why that **** talkin' like he talk? They ain't did shit to me
Why that **** lyin' inside his verse? He ain't did shit to me
And my shorties caught him, he was loafin', that was for the free
Why you mad this bitch was hittin' me? This bitch for the streets, uh
Nah, ain't nobody did shit to me
Kill 'em all, come outside, **** don't want war with us (War with us)
I got **** scared to serve us drink, and they don't be knowin' us (Knowin' us)
How you gang, scared to come around? That shit be blowin' us (Huh?)
Take his pipe, invite him to the block 'cause he keep showin' up (Bitch)
Back door, shoot his ass in his pocket (Get 'em)
Opps say, "Durk is broke", shit, he went and copped the 'Rari (Vroom)
I thought you was a killer, why you shakin' off that body? (Body)
I thought you take them drugs, how you shakin' off that molly? (Bitch)
I'm bald head, rich **** (Rich ****), and I smoke exotic (Exotic)
I'm a dreadhead trench **** and I wifed a barbie
Ask any bitch I ever fucked, I never told 'em sorry
Ask any **** shot at me, I bet he said sorry (Bitch)
Smurk, he from the 'Raq
Doodie, he from Kankakee (Brrah)
Smurk, he love that switch
Doodie, love that .223
These **** wanna diss (Diss)
Fuck that rap shit, keep it in the streets (Man, what?)
Why they be all on my dick?
They still mad from me and Keef (Man, what?)
They ain't never do shit to me (Did shit, never ever)
They ain't never did shit to me (Man, what?)
They ain't never did shit to me (Never ever)
They ain't never did shit to me (Yeah)

Writer(s): Durk Banks, David Saulsberry, Devonte Richmond, Demetrius Bell & Gabriel Kerr.

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