Lil Durk – Grandson (feat. Kodak Black) Lyrics

Grandson

Lil Durk (feat. Kodak Black)

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"Grandson." - Lil Durk (feat. Kodak Black)

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 10:28 am

Album: Almost Healed

Track No: 12

Zaytoven
Aye, Yak
Never take her to Status Jeweler (Yeah)
Never put all your trust in pussy (Let's get it)
I done seen **** steal switches (Yeah)
I could never be attached to goofies (Metro)
Lamborghini truck, ridin' smoothly
Future had a **** tryin' zooties (Boom)
Firm believer of bad luck (Yeah)
I can't be the one dyin' in movies (No)
Eater say she want her ass done (Ass done)
Told the bitch to go and try a smoothie (Try a smoothie)
Why you throwin' all this rent money?
Tryna prove a point to go and hang with Boosie (Lame-ass)
He think he bigger than the whole mob
**** couldn't even hang with Boonie (Gang)
I keep all the shooters fed
I fed 'em all Percocets (Percocets)
Rather be with my crew instead
Ridin' 'round with a dirty stick (Dirty stick)
Dirty Sprite, ridin' 'round with some shooters who ain't even thirty yet (Grrah)
Dirty mics, told on the gang, like he owe us debt (Yeah)
Lamb' truck, hoppin' out with thirty chains on and my dreads stuck
Lamb' truck, free Rio from the land, they got him jammed up
Blam somethin', got me feelin' like I'm Grandson
Blam somethin', got me feelin' like I'm—
Aye, I ain't gon' need no ski, 'cause I'm gon' make sure he can't tell on me
The middle of the week, I was skippin' in school, I had to bail on me
I'm a man of business, I'm with the mob, I'm like M.O.B
My **** beat the cheese when he went down, I'm like, "Damn, homie"
Dirty mics, thuggin' till I die, I don't need no advice
Jerry Rice, just caught a brand new body, that's on my baby snipe
Like I'm smokin' crack, the Glock got a see-through clip, this bitch like glass pipes
I ain't tryna be too long, anyway, motherfucker, I live that fast life
Friday night, I'm in the club, boppin' with my ****, yeah
Still goin', Saturday mornin' I woke up with some strippers, yeah
Sunday, I might take a **** soul, 'cause I'm a sinner, yeah
Lil' Taz, he gon' spaz, he on three, four, five, six jiggers, yeah
Friday night, in the car, ridin' with my hitters, yeah
Still scopin', Saturday mornin', lookin' for them ****, yeah
Sunday, it feel like I'm almighty Jesus with this pistol, yeah
King Von, yeah, 'cause I'm a rapper and I'm a killer, yeah
Durk, go to church, you old killin' motherfucker
Aye, do that **** do Percs and them Black & Milds, go call my brother
This my last time fuckin', so I'ma stick it in her butt
Start shootin' shit up at fourteen, vibin', "Dis Ain't What U Want"
Lamb' truck, hoppin' out with thirty chains on and my dreads stuck
Lamb' truck, free Rio from the land, they got him jammed up
Blam somethin', got me feelin' like I'm Grandson
Blam somethin', got me feelin' like I'm—

Writer(s): Durk Banks.

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