Lil Durk – Lil N****z (feat. Migos & Cash Out) Lyrics

Lil N****z

Lil Durk (feat. Migos & Cash Out)

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"Lil N****z." - Lil Durk (feat. Migos & Cash Out)

Wednesday, 21 October 2026, 11:15 pm

Album: Signed to the Streets 2

Track No: 12

Yeah, let's get it
You need to go talk to big ****
You thinkin' they did shit
Free my ****
Yeah (Gang)
Tweak with my squad
I move if you tweak with my squad
Don't tweak with my squad
Lil' ****, lil' ****
Lil' ****, lil' ****, let's get it
It look bad for a ****, funeral setup, it look sad for a ****
.40 Ruger shooters, gave all that I had for a ****
Where you from? What's your past, lil' ****?
And you broke and you mad lil' ****?
Fuck a price, what's the tag, lil' ****?
My shooters on deck playin' tag, lil' ****
You can't get a pass, lil' ****
Get caught, that's your ass, lil' **** (That's your ass, lil' ****)
You movin' too fast, lil' ****
You tweak with the squad, that's your ass, lil' **** (That's your ass)
Lil' ****, lil' **** (Lil' ****), lil' ****, lil' **** (Lil' ****)
Tweak with my squad, that's your ass, lil' ****
Your **** wanna tweak with my ****
I'm a dawg, homie, you with my **** (Let's get it)
Twitter beef, that ain't me, lil' ****
Location on, and we can meet, lil' ****
Wifey holdin' down the street with my ****
My gang claim three, lil' **** (Gang)
All this shit, that ain't me, lil' ****
Got killers, every gang with me, lil' ****
War time, shooters that's four-nine
Put a murder on bro, that's more time (No)
Up mine, I'ma shoot thirty-four times
Or nah, cook a brick, or nah
**** say he ain't snitchin', but I know he lyin'
Lil' ****, lil' **** (Lil' ****, lil' ****)
Get money, get bigger, them **** ain't with you
Talk loud and get switched, lil' ****
And we big ****
And I lost a lot of shit, **** (Let's get it)
Sip lean, get the kit, lil' ****, who you with lil' ****?
Where you from? You can't flip, lil ****
And we the shit, lil ****
I'm gone, now they sick lil ****
And your Rolly tick, lil' ****
Where you from? You ain't from where I'm from, lil' **** (Let's go)
It look bad for a ****, funeral setup, it look sad for a ****
.40 Ruger shooters, gave all that I had for a ****
Where you from? What's your past, lil' ****?
And you broke and you mad lil' ****?
Fuck a price, what's the tag, lil' ****?
My shooters on deck playin' tag, lil' ****
You can't get a pass, lil' ****
Get caught, that's your ass, lil' **** (That's your ass, lil' ****)
You movin' too fast, lil' ****
You tweak with the squad, that's your ass, lil' **** (That's your ass)
Lil' ****, lil' **** (Lil' ****), lil' ****, lil' **** (Lil' ****)
Tweak with my squad, that's your ass, lil' ****
(Offset) You a lil' **** and I'm a big dawg
You can die quick, ****, only one call
I'm at the top, and I'm never gon' fall
Hundred round, make it clap like a applause
I pull up with Durk, hop out the vert (Skrrt, skrrt)
Brrk, krah, six feet under the dirt (Brrk, krah)
My diamonds is watery, you can come surf (Watery)
My plug is a alien not from this Earth
I had a dream like Mr. King (Dream)
Geekin', I need some Visine
Gettin' money, runnin' all in my genes (Money)
Back in the day, used to serve all the fiends (Back Pimp C)
Actavis, I need lean (Drink)
Porsche panoramic, Forgiatos on the feet (Panoro, ooh)
Young Rich ****, you ain't seen what I seen (No)
I used to trap mid as a teen (I did)
You **** be copyin' my swag, you a clone (Copy me)
Giuseppe steppin', ain't no Foams (Giuseppe me)
My bitch just landed here from Rome (Bad)
Hop in the 'Rari, we gone (Skrrt, skrrt)
It look bad for a ****, funeral setup, it look sad for a ****
.40 Ruger shooters, gave all that I had for a ****
Where you from? What's your past, lil' ****?
And you broke and you mad lil' ****?
Fuck a price, what's the tag, lil' ****?
My shooters on deck playin' tag, lil' ****
You can't get a pass, lil' ****
Get caught, that's your ass, lil' **** (That's your ass, lil' ****)
You movin' too fast, lil' ****
You tweak with the squad, that's your ass, lil' **** (That's your ass)
Lil' ****, lil' **** (Lil' ****), lil' ****, lil' **** (Lil' ****)
Tweak with my squad, that's your ass, lil' ****
You know I'm gettin' money, I pull up in foreigns
I jump out with shooters
He talkin' 'bout robbin', we lay in his yard and bust his medulla
(We bustin' his head)
A million a day, when I'm in the trap, I feel like Frank Lucas
(I'm feelin' like him)
I iced out the Rollies, and stepped out the place, I only eat sushi
(Put ice in my mouth)
You know what I'm sippin' (You know what's on cup)
You know what I'm grippin' (You know what I'm grippin')
I'm all on on that, boss **** got passes, I know that they crippin'
(I know that they crippin')
Give 'em the fork, and give 'em the bowl, I know they ain't whippin'
(I know they ain't in the pot)
Durk, he flew in, I brought him to the trap and showed him my vision
(I showed him what's up)
My shooters no clubbin' (My shooters no clubbin')
My shooters straight thuggin' (They thuggin' for real)
Your shooters, they bluffin'
They go to the feds and give 'em discussions
(They give 'em discussions)
Whip it up, whip it up, baby, ay, I'm up in the bowl (I'm up in the bowl)
Back then, show money on your head, he dead at the stove
(He dead at the stove)
It look bad for a ****, funeral setup, it look sad for a ****
.40 Ruger shooters, gave all that I had for a ****
Where you from? What's your past, lil' ****?
And you broke and you mad lil' ****?
Fuck a price, what's the tag, lil' ****?
My shooters on deck playin' tag, lil' ****
You can't get a pass, lil' ****
Get caught, that's your ass, lil' **** (That's your ass, lil' ****)
You movin' too fast, lil' ****
You tweak with the squad, that's your ass, lil' **** (That's your ass)
Lil' ****, lil' **** (Lil' ****), lil' ****, lil' **** (Lil' ****)
(Migos, Quavo)
Tweak with my squad, that's your ass, lil' ****
None of my **** is innocent (Nah)
None of my **** is witness
I pull up, unload the extensions
Walk in the trap and see pigeons, birds (Birds)
Migos, Lil Durk, Ca$h Out on the curb (Brrt, curb)
Skippa Da Flippa itchin' for a body, give 'em the word (Body, Flippa)
Bet you won't bust a move
All my **** got choppers, they'll damage you
(Damage you, damage you)
Bet you won't bust a move
Have a **** floatin' in the Chattahoochee River, fool (Ooh, water)
She cook it so fancy (Whip, whip)
You **** can't stand it
When I whip it, the J's, they love it
I'm cookin' a brick, and they call me McLovin (McLovin)
Trap or die, ****, no Jeezy (Jeezy), corporate thuggin'
(We're thuggin', ****)
All of my **** got gas and dirty sticks all out in public (Gang)
My cup is so dirty, I'm drinkin' on Ruxman (Lean, lean, dirty)
You **** is soft, lookin' like Teletubbies (Soft, soft, go)
It look bad for a ****, funeral setup, it look sad for a ****
.40 Ruger shooters, gave all that I had for a ****
Where you from? What's your past, lil' ****?
And you broke and you mad lil' ****?
Fuck a price, what's the tag, lil' ****?
My shooters on deck playin' tag, lil' ****
You can't get a pass, lil' ****
Get caught, that's your ass, lil' **** (That's your ass, lil' ****)
You movin' too fast, lil' ****
You tweak with the squad, that's your ass, lil' **** (That's your ass)
Lil' ****, lil' **** (Lil' ****), lil' ****, lil' **** (Lil' ****)
Tweak with my squad, that's your ass, lil' ****

Writer(s): Durk Banks.

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