Lil Durk – On Em Lyrics

On Em

Lil Durk

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"On Em." - Lil Durk

Friday, 23 October 2026, 06:02 pm

Album: 300 Days 300 Nights

Track No: 07

Gang, yeah
Hop out gang, jump out gang
Money got me super trippin', bitch, Balmain super different, bitch
Since a kid I been that ****, bitch, she ain't mad she that ****, bitch
Glock 40 run up and get hit, turn up on em, Foe'Nem be lit
Miss a shot, bend block thru they shit
Hood love em, we ain't tweakin shit
Point em out, Foe'Nem T up on em
You came with nothin', Foe'Nem T up on em
You ass stuntin', Foe'Nem T up on em
You ass a lame, Foe'Nem T up on em
Shooter shoot the shooter, you could meet the rugga
Foe'Nem take his noodles, we only ate some noodles
Member strugglin' stupid, we was never stupid
D-Light goin' crazy, yeah, yeah, yeah
**** tried to kill me, pussy you ain't there
**** said we kin, you was never there
You was makin' store, I was makin' bail
**** smokin' blunt, I was breakin' laws
Never took a loss, I was reppin' L's
Smokin' Tooka blunt, smokin' Shondale
Have a 40 on me, Opp been tryna kill
I can't go like that, I ain't bro like that
Rest in peace Nooski, why they score like that
40 city shit, I could tour like that
Rap money turn it into trap
Shoot em up Gang, I be into that
Drive-By Gang, I be into that
I be in the streets while you internet, L
(Pussy) Can't post up 'cause they'll ride on me
Before the fame had the Mac on me
Please try me, welcome mat on me (Come in)
Money got me super trippin', bitch, Balmain super different, bitch
Since a kid I been that ****, bitch, she ain't mad she that ****, bitch
Glock 40 run up and get hit, turn up on em, Foe'Nem be lit
Miss a shot, bend block thru they shit
Hood love em, we ain't tweakin shit
Point em out, Foe'Nem T up on em
You came with nothin', Foe'Nem T up on em
You ass stuntin', Foe'Nem T up on em
You ass a lame, Foe'Nem T up on em
Robbers rob the robber, **** I'ma problem
Always kept a lama, put it on my mamma
Foe'Nem with the drama, father god I'ma drop 'em
Only reason not, pussy, he a tell
Only if he live, mean he gotta go
Catch him off in traffic, pussy better blow
We gon' change the score, we gon' be a post
**** gon be gone, while we do the most
Streets say I done went Hollywood
Bitch I'm O.G Bobby Johnson Good
If it was me, bitch, you probably would
Rappin' all about the gang shit
Last time you was in the hood, huh? (Answer that)
When the last time you was in the hood? Pussy (Pussy)
I'm a B.O.N ****, I don't fuck with none of you ****
Shoot a **** in his shit, cuff a **** face up
Bitches wanna talk shit, in the trap I bake some
**** talk about robbin, bitch ain't never take none
Money got me super trippin', bitch, Balmain super different, bitch
Since a kid I been that ****, bitch, she ain't mad she that ****, bitch
Glock 40 run up and get hit, turn up on em, Foe'Nem be lit
Miss a shot, bend block thru they shit
Hood love em, we ain't tweakin shit
Point em out, Foe'Nem T up on em
You came with nothin', Foe'Nem T up on em
You ass stuntin', Foe'Nem T up on em
You ass a lame, Foe'Nem T up on em

Writer(s): Durk Banks.

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