Lil Durk – Monitoring Me Lyrics

Monitoring Me

Lil Durk

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"Monitoring Me." - Lil Durk

Wednesday, 21 October 2026, 11:14 pm

Album: Deep Thoughts

Track No: 08

He said somethin' in public, I got in his DM and made him apologize
I can't tell you what I had told him for real, my shit be monetized
Lil' bro want that fast shit, when he go to Six Flags, he don't get on rides
I be with the **** who take the rapper's shit and make 'em buy it back
I done charged a ball player a thousand dollar line just to say he drinkin' Act'
Half them **** who rap that be in the 'Raq don't even be in the 'Raq
One of the opps lil' fast ass, you can tell his ass used to run laps
I can merch on all my kids, lil' boy, you ain't make a gun clap
You can't tell me shit, even though we cool, I can't tell him give yo' gun back
I can't send no money in my name 'cause lil' bro a killer, he killed his gump ass
I don't even know if the feds tryna set me up 'cause you woofin' with yo' lil' gump ass
Ain't no killer said that they seen't you kill, yo' lil' ass just a stunt man
You know brodie got shot in his arm, that Micro Mini get shot with one hand
I ain't gon' say he gon' miss his target 'cause he up too close to miss his one man
I just did it just 'cause I fuck with 'em, I'll air one before Jumpman
How you gon' tell a ****, don't fuck with another **** and you ain't done shit?
How you gon' tell a **** he safe when he in yo' city? You ain't even the gunman
How you gon' tell the killer you can't send him nothin' 'cause you bought a bitch a lil' somethin'?
You know that money be different, they come to your building to kill you and the doorman
I was a Jeezy fan, but I was seein' red, ain't build me a snowman
You put a switch on a new Glock, bet the lil' bitch'll start jammin'
I don't even got to pay a **** to do nothin', I got killers, all my friends
Name the top five bitches out right now, I had ass all in my hand
I ain't gon' say the name right now, it's a possibility you they man
That's on Pluto grave, lil' bitch, yo' bitch ass ain't gettin' in that van
How you gon' wipe my ass when you see me when yo' lil' bitch ass wiped the stand?
I know he was a real killer 'cause I seen him do it, he ain't even wipe off his hand
I ain't never see you do nothin', I ain't ever see you shoot shit up
I ain't never hear you say nothin', but I heard you told dude, "Get up"
If you post in the hood, we gon' get up wit' you
If you post you got a show, we gon' get up wit' you
Man, the **** I love'll get hit up wit' you
See, Boona a bug, he gon' up wit' you
See, I pay 'em just not to get rid of ****
Talkin' 'bout them ones with Twitter fingers
Bro body came straight from a misdemeanor
How you put on that switch? You a pistol cleaner
Keep your mouth closed, you won't get subpoenaed
Feds watch FaceTime wit' a lip reader
You know Varney, he the one with the tooth missin'
You know shorty gon' leave your roof missin'
Why the fuck you gon' ride wit' a new ****?
I done mixed my Tris with a root beer
Fuck Wock' 'cause it make me take two shits
She be suckin' my dick at Ruth's Chris
Can't tell me what you did 'cause you ain't do shit

Writer(s): Durk Banks & Joshua Luellen.

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