Lil Durk – Weirdo Hoes Lyrics

Weirdo Hoes

Lil Durk

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"Weirdo Hoes." - Lil Durk

Wednesday, 16 September 2026, 09:11 am

Album: Love Songs 4 the Streets 2

Track No: 11

Woo, woo, woo
Geraldo Live on the track
Yeah

I don't be slidin' through no blocks, I be slippin' by (Skrrt, skrrt)
How you fuckin' the same niggas that done killed the guys?
And you tried to suck my dick, called me a lie
I don't give your ass no cash, I just get you high

You a Thotiana, huh?
How you a Barbie doll, bitch, you ain't got a car
And you be fuckin' for that cash
You ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it, huh?)
You ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it, huh?)
Bitch, you ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it, huh?)
You ain't got it, huh? (Bitch)
Hoe, you ain't got it, huh? (She a eater)
Broke bitch, huh (She a eater)
You ain't got it, huh? (She a eater)
You ain't got it, huh? (She a eater)
Bitch (Yeah)

Bitch, you weak, your ass a L, huh? (Let's get it, yeah)
Quiet as kept, you fuck with them real, huh? (Yeah)
I heard you fuckin' through your Zelle, huh?
You fuckin' on a nigga that killed my mans, huh? (Bitch)
Ayy, tell your man stay out my business, man
Put that bag on his head, I'm a businessman (Damn)
When I say it, niggas hop inside that minivan (Skrrt)
Ayy, kill him dead, off them Perkys sayin' anything (Damn)

Think you scared
Boona out that jam, he did eight, free the rest
Nigga caught me, tried to big me down but he ain't catch
Same nigga say that he gon' kill me, now he stretched
Same nigga say he killed my homie, said I'm next
Same bitch said she sucked my dick in LAX
I told her...

You a Thotiana, huh?
How you a Barbie doll, bitch, you ain't got a car
And you be fuckin' for that cash
You ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it, huh?)
You ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it, huh?)
Bitch, you ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it, huh?)
You ain't got it, huh? (Bitch)
Hoe, you ain't got it, huh? (She a eater)
Broke bitch, huh (She a eater)
You ain't got it, huh? (She a eater)
You ain't got it, huh? (She a eater)

Bitch, how you braggin' on them niggas that kill shit (You a hoe)
Why you braggin' on that nigga? He a real bitch (You know)
Bitch, you broke, hoe (Let's get it)
Fuck this, man, your ass ain't shit, you broke the bro code
Dissin' on my cousins in your song, that leave you, ayy (Skrrt)
Huffin', plugs be real puffin'
Foenem comin' out that cut, niggas still scuffin', ayy

These niggas still bluffin', ayy
Put that gun down, you ain't gon' kill nothin' (Grrah)
Booster-ass bitch, you tryna steal somethin'
I got tatted off this Perk and I ain't feel nothin' (Grrah)
Ayy, on that car, he can't run 'cause he ain't that far
Like that Glock 'cause it go blah
Blah-blah
We gon' pop up, off that dot dot
She a thot-thot, she a thot-thot

You a Thotiana, huh?
How you a Barbie doll, bitch, you ain't got a car
And you be fuckin' for that cash
You ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it, huh?)
You ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it, huh?)
Bitch, you ain't got it, huh? (You ain't got it, huh?)
You ain't got it, huh? (Bitch)
Hoe, you ain't got it, huh?
Broke bitch, huh
You ain't got it, huh?
You ain't got it, huh?
Bitch, you ain't...

Writer(s): Geraldo Liive, Lil Durk.

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