LYRICS: No Auto Durk Lyrics By Lil Durk

Lil Durk Lyrics

‘No Auto Durk’ by Lil Durk, produced by DJ Mil-Ticket, Jungleboy Beats and DY Krazy, is a song off the American rapper’s “Only The Family Involved Vol 2” 2018 album, read the Lyrics to ‘No Auto Durk’ below.

No Auto Durk Lyrics By Lil Durk

Intro
We on our OTF shit, you heard?
A nigga talking ’bout, “Mo’fucker can’t use no tune”
Like mo’fucker ain’t in these streets
On Lil Moe grave these niggas is straight hoes (On God)
Niggas know what’s up with us man
Talking ’bout we don’t be out here
Nigga you got us fucked up boy
Man, I get shit done boy
You tweaking, yo’ ass tripping

Verse
Niggas call me Bloodas just like Tee out here (Let’s get it)
Opps be calling Foenem phone, say I don’t be out here (L’s)
Catch him, knock his noodles back
Just don’t tweak out here (B-r-r-r-ah)
Foenem sliding, late night hunting
Ain’t no sleep out here (Skrt, skrt, skrt)
Two days back to back, that’s fifty racks to be out here (On God)
Can’t have no fefe on yo’ block
As long as Steve out here (B-r-r-r-ah)
Can’t try to slide inside a fish bowl, you got beef out here (psh)
Law keep wanting to get Zoo out the way

They say he a Chief out here (Say he a chief out here)
Niggas hoes, they tuck they tails
‘Cause they be scared (They be scared)
In that Hellcat, on the e-way, off them meds (Off the meds)
Say his name inside this song
My bro said I better not say it (I better not say it)
Niggas low key want that smoke
You do, you better not say it (Better not say it)
Get yo’ ass back in that house, we got FN not 9’s (Not 9’s)
My credit so A1 with killas, I be paying my fines (My fines)
Opps be on my dick in songs but I don’t pay them no mind (Pussy)
All them hoes that be with the opps, gang done broke they spine
All the crackers get robbed for they shit

They buy it back (Buy back)
I keep my Glock in her Chanel
That shit cost five racks (Shit cost five racks)
All these hoes be going for real low-key
Just buy them X (Just buy ’em X)
He got shot up in his shit, I hear he tryna flex (Tryna flex)
Never care so much, ran out of ‘Woods
Just pass the Dutch (Pass the Dutch)
Your homies died, you don’t never slide
It ain’t adding up (It ain’t adding up)
Get caught with a pipe, you out same night
You fed or what? (You fed or what?)
New opp pack in the air, this gas or what?
He’d still be alive right now, if you niggas ain’t gas him up
Give my shorties steamers and guns
I tell them slide for none (Don’t slide)

Everybody with this gang-gang shit
So they ain’t dying for none (Ain’t dying)
If she don’t fuck on the first night, off the rip
I ain’t buying her none (Ain’t buying her none)
If I ain’t got time for loving my kids
Then I ain’t got time for none (Ain’t got time for none)
Then I slide home to my bitch
That means no time for cuddle (No time for cuddle)
Why these niggas think they safe
‘Cause they locked in? (‘Cause they locked in)
Man, we thought this shit was over
Send some shots then (B-r-r-r-ah, b-r-r-r-ah)
You think you safe where you at out West?
Lil nigga just bopped in (Nigga just bopped in)
I know some killas from out West
They keep them Glock 10s (What, what)
Knowing they killa on the loose

It throw my vibe off (Throw my vibe off)
You lighting candles on that main street
Watch that side block (Watch that side block)
You ever stood up over a opp and knocked his dreads off? (I did)
You know a nigga claim he a hate us
But he fanned out (Let’s get it)
Back then I pull up to them clubs
Them killas was sitting in steamers (Sitting in steamers)
How the fuck he say he ain’t tell
But the court steady throwing that nigga subpoenas (That nigga subpoenas)
Fuck Lil Durk, he ain’t on shit, his ass a singer (What else?)
Fuck Lil Durk, his ass so goofy, he not Lamron either (What else?)
Fuck Lil Durk, he talked to 6ix9ine
Live about his people (What else?)
Niggas always say they out here

We don’t never see them (They lie)
But if we do, we pop out cars
And we gone no ID them (Doo-doo-doo)
Low key I know they hurt, they hurt so bad
They don’t IG it (They don’t IG)
Jumped off the porch back then
When X was stacks, and smoking mid
69th and Ashland, used to stay right there
Right by the field (Right by the field)
Loco he stayed next door on Bishop, he was selling mid (On gang)
18 for exotic, in Chiraq sell it 36 (36)
I’m not tryna die young out here like I’m Roddy Ricch
We get that low-low
Then foenem go sit outside your crib (Sit outside your crib)

Outro
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Signed to the Streets 3 on the way
We going up fifty K a show muhfucker