Lil Durk – Too Late Lyrics

Too Late

Lil Durk

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"Too Late." - Lil Durk

Wednesday, 21 October 2026, 11:04 pm

Album: They Forgot

Track No: 03

Dope, gang
Yeah
Two times, two times
Purple water, pour up that berry that's blue rain
Diamond water, Tity Boi, two times
That like four chains
Boss shit, I fucked yo' baby mama in a Mulsanne
Fashion geek, fashion week, you should peep my shoe game
Hoes wanna fuck me 'cause the fame, 'ey 'ey
I think I wear more Yeezy than North West and Kim K.
Private jet, fuck a key, I tell the clip boys that I'm late
.40 on me, if you reading this message you too late
The streets left me hanging with some **** I can eat with
Riding through Chicago with some bulls on some street shit
Fuck a lot of ****' hoes 'cause I'm on some me shit
Do a hit, don't go by for yo' mans, he know he hit
Real lean, you a fool, you thinkin' that I drink it
Pull up on yo' bitch i8 drop I might hit the swift
Dab on 'em, A.B. in the trap I might jab on 'em
A.P., I know them well I spend a couple thou on 'em
Three kids, they don't mean shit don't put no time in it
I ain't talking college with these dudes, I put like five in it
Five for the glasses, pussy ****, I see five men
Slide with me, crippin' with my homie, free the guys ****
Gang, two shots from this Smith that's why they trippin'
Two shots from this Henny I can feel it
We come from ****, yeah, we know the business
Rob me, pussy ****, what's the ending like
I stunt, gotta open the trunk to see the engine
I bust, get up close to me and see that .50
Like I must get a hundred Ms before I'm fifty
Like Pine Crush, sip so much lean that I broke my kidneys
Purple water, pour up that berry that's blue rain
Diamond water Tity Boi two times
That's like four chains
Boss shit, I fucked yo' baby mama in a Mulsanne
Fashion geek, fashion week, you should peep my shoe game
Hoes wanna fuck me 'cause the fame, 'ey 'ey
I think I wear more Yeezy than North West and Kim K.
Private jet, fuck a key, I tell the clip boys that I'm late
.40 on me, if you reading this message you too late
MAC is on me, **** so do the Macarena, ay
Two seater, me and my main, fuck I eat her, ay
Cool ****, a pair of Yeezy, some Adidas, ay
Fifteen thousand, go up to twenty for a feature, ay
Two pints, I was overseas getting it too high
Too fly, I can get a mansion up in Dubai
Drive by, only when I land up in the Chi
Feds on me, and these **** praying I get ten lives
Opps cats and I know for sure they ain't got ten lives
Catch 'em one last time tell a pussy ****, bye-bye
Street ****, way before Pac I was thug life
Got up, it fell down twice I was drugged twice
Can't snitch, bitch I'm gang gang hoe, I can't switch
Great hits, I ain't talking music, bitch, I'm ape shit
Fake shit, only comes around 'cause we stay lit
Take shit, call Fat Boy Chubbs we gon' tape shit
Man down, bitch, my city lit, we don't play 'round
Beefing with my boys, tell them pussy ****, stand down
Choppas mad, Rugers, good night, you heard that gun sound
Gonna shoot a **** in his shit watch the gun shout
Purple water, pour up that berry that's blue rain
Diamond water Tity Boi two times
That's like four chains
Boss shit, I fucked yo' baby mama in a Mulsanne
Fashion geek, fashion week, you should peep my shoe game
Hoes wanna fuck me 'cause the fame
I think I wear more Yeezy than North West and Kim K.
Private jet, fuck a key, I tell the clip boys that I'm late
.40 on me, if you reading this message you too late, gang, gang

Writer(s): Durk Banks.

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