Lil Durk – Fuck Em (feat. French Montana) Lyrics

Fuck Em

Lil Durk (feat. French Montana)

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"Fuck Em." - Lil Durk (feat. French Montana)

Wednesday, 21 October 2026, 11:21 pm

Album: Life Ain't No Joke

Track No: 09

One thing bout my ****, man, my **** with it (Let's get it) (Victoriouz)
Even with this money it won't make us different (It won't)
Man down, to them **** I'm a menace
Whole bird, flippin' shit like I'm a gymnast
Tell 'em fuck 'em (I tell 'em)
I tell 'em fuck 'em
**** fake, bitches fake, and I can't trust 'em (One more time)
Tell 'em fuck 'em (Fuck)
I tell 'em fuck em (L's) (Let's get it)
**** snakes, **** jakes, I can't trust 'em (L's, L's, L's)
(Let's get it)
(DJ Pharris)
**** know I keep it real
(Free them guys, man)
(L's up)
(In this bitch)
We can get it in
(My ****, Lil Durk)
O.T.F. 300, my **** win (Let's get it)
(Life Ain't No Joke)
One thing bout my ****, man, my **** with it (Let's get it)
Even with this money it won't make us different (It won't)
Man down, to them **** I'm a menace
Whole bird, flippin' shit like I'm a gymnast
Tell 'em fuck 'em (I tell 'em)
I tell 'em fuck 'em
**** fake, bitches fake, and I can't trust 'em (I can't)
Tell 'em fuck 'em (Fuck 'em)
I tell 'em fuck em (L's) (Let's get it)
**** snakes, **** jakes, I can't trust 'em (Let's get it)
I don't fuck with a lot of ****, (I don't)
Before this deal, on my kids, I was robbin' ****
Truckin' ****, them guys ain't want no problems with us
My homie thirsty, he the one they call to get it wet, yeah
I'm ready, I'm out here with eleven
A monster with the gun and it get ugly like it's Betty
Don't really need no gloves, my palms ain't never sweaty
I've been wantin' to spaz, but my bro ain't never let me
I'm shootin', call "action", run up and then I'm clappin'
Don't get caught with this rappin', I make a call, you vanish
No DJ with this Cannon, you know I keep this canon
No DJ with this Cannon, you know I keep this canon (Let's get it)
One thing bout my ****, man, my **** with it
Even with this money it won't make us different
Man down, to them **** I'm a menace
Whole bird, flippin' shit like I'm a gymnast
Tell 'em fuck 'em (I tell 'em)
I tell 'em fuck 'em
**** fake, bitches fake, and I can't trust 'em
Tell 'em fuck 'em
I tell 'em fuck 'em
**** snakes, **** jakes, I can't trust 'em
I tell 'em fuck em, black Dickies with them choppers
We them **** cause a ruckus, young and ballin' like them Rutgers
All the police tryna cuff us, and they bitches try to fuck us
And the fuck **** they duck us, stole some butter for the breakfast
It's nothin', money ain't changed, nothing but chains and watches
Spent my advance, bought some cocaine and choppers
For the love of money, hustlin' Os
**** workin' with that white bitch call it Hustle and Flow
****, no lie, my .45 and both eyes be low
My shows four-five, I'm a boss, I have your hoe so mind how she go
**** wasn't ballin' before the rap shit, now keep a real
Ask about us, Coke Boys shit for rea
One thing bout my ****, man, my **** with it
Even with this money it won't make us different
Man down, to them **** I'm a menace
Whole bird, flippin' shit like I'm a gymnast
Tell 'em fuck 'em
I tell 'em fuck 'em
**** fake, bitches fake, and I can't trust 'em
Tell 'em fuck 'em
I tell 'em fuck 'em
**** snakes, **** jakes, I can't trust 'em
Let's fuck around and get duct tape, my lil' **** the savage
Ride around with choppers, my lil' **** tote reckless
They ain't innocent, so shorty, a lot of **** in khakis
Water whippin', my block winnin', O.T.F., they trappin'
Fast car, that panorama
Two door, fuck a Honda
Rubber grip, fuck condom
Chiraq, we 'bout drama
**** know we 'bout that
Get your ass smoked like Outback
No computer, where that MAC at?
Run up on me, get shot back
Old block with the top back
Bad bitch, where the top at?
Coolin' out west with my ****, we tell 'em where the thots at
And I do it, I ain't fuckin' around
**** know they can't fuck around
**** know when we come around
One thing bout my ****, man, my **** with it
Even with this money it won't make us different
Man down, to them **** I'm a menace
Whole bird, flippin' shit like I'm a gymnast
Tell 'em fuck 'em
I tell 'em fuck 'em
**** fake, bitches fake, and I can't trust 'em
Tell 'em fuck 'em
I tell 'em fuck 'em
**** snakes, **** jakes, I can't trust 'em

Writer(s): Durk Banks.

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