Lil Durk – So What (feat. Young Thug) Lyrics

So What

Lil Durk (feat. Young Thug)

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"So What." - Lil Durk (feat. Young Thug)

Saturday, 24 October 2026, 04:03 am

Album: Lil Durk 2X (Deluxe)

Track No: 04

Fifty racks when I pull up, the city know that I'm so up
Your man got money? Bitch, so what?
Your car rented? Bitch, so what?
On the street, they know I'm nuts, fuck relations, let me fuck
My bitch, she mixed, my bitch a mutt
My Beyoncé turn me up
So what? You know I'm richer than you
So what? That chopper fit good in the coupe
So what? My shooters are itchin' to shoot
So what? So what?
So what?
Got a thirty round clip and that bitch like twenty ounces like a cup, yeah
Try your luck, yeah, baby, good luck, yeah
And if I don't got me a strap, your ass get stuck, up
Green machine, green machine, I won't drink none but clean
Fuck you from the back, spleen, I fuck that pussy till it bleed
Diamonds like a rapper's dream, I know they wanna rob me
I know they wanna shout with me, they know it's no stoppin' me
Cutly with a big tee top and some Reeboks on me
I drunk all the mud mud up, I need detox only, hey
I don't wanna do nothin' but butt, so I'll need a deep cock throwin' me
These fuck **** like paint, they just flip flop on me
Fifty racks when I pull up, the city know that I'm so up
Your man got money? Bitch, so what?
Your car rented? Bitch, so what?
On the street, they know I'm nuts, fuck relations, let me fuck
My bitch, she mixed, my bitch a mutt
My Beyoncé turn me up
So what? You know I'm richer than you
So what? That chopper fit good in the coupe
So what? My shooters are itchin' to shoot
So what? So what?
All my diamonds dancin', water, yeah
Big-ass truck like Forgis, yeah
I'm the shit like toilets, yeah
Trap house, no quarter, yeah
Chump change on mortgage, yeah
Your main boo so corny, yeah
MAC, Rugers, and choppers, yeah
Guarantee that forty here
So what? Might fuck her once and I nut
So what? I'm stickin' my thumb in her butt
So what? Spent fifty K on these cuts
So what? We got a city to flood
More money, more lean, more guns, more bitches, more jewels
More cars, more ****, more swag, more traps, more tools
More cryin', more snitchin', **** givin' police more clues
And I ain't fuckin' with him
****, free Zoo, let's get it
Fifty racks when I pull up, the city know that I'm so up
Your man got money? Bitch, so what?
Your car rented? Bitch, so what?
On the street, they know I'm nuts, fuck relations, let me fuck
My bitch, she mixed, my bitch a mutt
My Beyoncé turn me up
So what? You know I'm richer than you
So what? That chopper fit good in the coupe
So what? My shooters are itchin' to shoot
So what? So what?

Writer(s): Durk Banks, Adonis Amos-Staton & Jeffery Williams.

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