Lil Durk – Don’t Talk To Me (Remix) Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Durk]
Yeah
Ayy, what Blac Youngsta tell them hoes? (Toot toot)

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Durk]
I can’t get enough of it, all of this jealousy
I had a petty bitch, you can do better things
Smoke gas, kerosene, three roll, wedding ring
In my DM meddlin’, off the X, that ecstasy

[Verse 1: Lil Durk]
Seven hundred for the Vetements, I’m a boss, not a gentleman
All my hoes intelligent, can’t set me up, Tori Brixx
I like my bitches lit, I spend a bag of checks
Ecstasy, Tesla, Amiri jeans fetish
Look at my world, let’s get in to it, look at this lean, addicted to it
While he off the leaf, embalming fluid, shoppin’ spree, I overdo it, yeah
Stick talk stick talk (Chick chick, bang), sneak diss, this stick talk (Chick chick, bang)
I don’t talk, just stick talk (Chick chick, bang), I’m with niggas that stick talk (Brrah)
Go to Europe to get all the euros, yes sir, designer apparel
Chapo, need to find the heroin, broke bitch, that vibe’ll kill you

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Durk]
I can’t get enough of it, all of this jealousy
I had a petty bitch, you can do better things
Smoke gas, kerosene, three roll, wedding ring
In my DM meddlin’, off the X, that ecstasy

[Verse 2: Gunna]
I can’t get enough of it (Can’t get enough of it), I shootout in public (I shootout in public)
My soda is bubbly (Soda is bubbly), my chest and neck watery (Chest and neck watery)
I turned to a better me, the Hellcat got hella speed
She want methamphetamines (Yeah), hope you don’t never leave (Hope you don’t never leave)
I’m movin’ like Billy Jean (Like Billy Jean), a leopard Amiri jeans (Yeah)
D&G but I’ve been a king (I’ve been a king), family, you can’t get between (You can’t get between)
Don’t you please try to intervene, Gunna drippin’ by any means (By any means)
Elliot got my jewelry clean (My jewelry clean), got a rose and white wedding ring (White wedding ring)
I married the presidents (The presidents), I ain’t leavin’ no evidence (No evidence)
Slimy life, I’m not scared of shit (Nah), fuck her face. let her eat the dick (Let her eat the dick)
Can’t deny, that’s just what it is (Yeah), I’ma take care my brother’s kids (My brother’s kids)
Got it out of a muddy ditch (Yeah), we done brought all the hundreds in (The hundreds in)

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)

[Verse 3: Juice WRLD]
Dunk on a bitch like John Wall, codeine, no Cristal
Bomb on a bitch like Chris Paul, made money, I’m pissed off
Your bitch gave me a blowjob, and you kissed her
I just been runnin’ the dough up, early the money, no hold up
Codeine my cup, ain’t no Folgers, she crack that shit like a soldier
I sell rock to your momma, rockstar, whippin’ the rock up
He say he gon’ pull up, he don’t want no drama, mobbin’ with them shooters
Get to the cake, no birthday, I overlap these niggas, first place
Shoot a fuck nigga in the air with a AK
Should’ve never been around here in the first place
These .50 cal, earthquake, run up a check like, wow, relay
I’m on top right now, gettin’ top from a thot, can’t talk right now

[Chorus: Lil Durk]
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)
Just don’t talk to me (Just don’t talk to me)

[Post-Chorus: Lil Durk]
I can’t get enough of it, all of this jealousy
I had a petty bitch, you can do better things
Smoke gas, kerosene, three roll, wedding ring
In my DM meddlin’, off the X, that ecstasy

Valee – Juice & Gin lyrics

[Intro]
Rio, Rio, Rio, Rio

[Verse]
My bitch ass is smooth like Reposado, I hang with Mexicanos
Never wanted a condo, ain’t got the windows or condos
Alloy 5-blade Vellanos, no tire shine, leave that dry, dry
I bought my mama a sawed off, bye bye
Bitches still live outside all I make is knots, not ties
Chase bitches, not on my time, can’t hit me less on the 5 side
But no, I’m not no Stone, it’s stones on my left wrist, my neck too
Bought my bitch a Pandora bracelet, no glis’ but her neck do
Me and my niggas come up on you like front steps do
Got money stacked too tall, had go get a step stool
Don’t run up, I shoot y’all, nobody gon’ help you
My wet slut live in Duval, swimmin’ like Michael Phelps do
Your pocket flat like wall, I’m high like a John Wall oop
I can’t deny, y’all, my bitch wet

[Chorus]
My diamonds clear like motherfuckin’ juice and gin (diamonds)
Fuck my Pasadena bitch from back to Juice & Gin
I got aim with that small 9, I fuck ’round, shoot your chin
Percocet hit you so hard, might drop your juice and gin
Diamonds clear like motherfuckin’ juice and gin (diamonds)
Fuck my Pasadena bitch from back to Juice & Gin
I got aim with that small 9, I fuck ’round, shoot your chin
Percocet hit you so hard, might drop your juice and gin
Diamonds clear like motherfuckin’ juice and gin

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Became Legends (feat. Tee Grizzley)

[Verse 1: Tee Grizzley]
I see some haters in the club, send a bottle to ’em
I got some animals around, I can’t supply the zoo
Tear a nigga crib up and make his momma move
I heard they got a lot of hate, ain’t got no money though (niggas broke)
She can’t stand me, I ain’t shit, I bet I fuck her though (bitch)
The watch look good plain gold, I’m still gon’ flood it though
You spent all that money on that chain, what you tuckin’ for?
Me and Boogie from the trenches, we became legends
Me and my niggas was good kids, we became felons
Won’t let them trip me off the streets, I was raised better
Grew up around swipers, hitmen, and [?]

[Verse 2: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I remember gettin’ my first watch, that shit was Michael Kors
But now I’m pullin’ up in shit that niggas can’t afford
You wasn’t shit to me my nigga, now you try and call
You wasn’t with me in the gym, you wasn’t John Wall
The penitentiary got me sittin’ here like "Fuck the law"
They gave like 20 to my nigga for the wrong cause
But I’m like fuck it though, my nigga I’m gon’ grind hard
Wintertime I had that pack up in my long johns
All day, same Balmain jeans all days
Play no games, do you really want a problem? (ayy)
Saint Laurent Jeans, Gucci snake up on my collar (ayy)
Same old things, same fiends in the hallway

[Verse 3: Tee Grizzley]
Broad day, that’s how we comin’ out when them dogs play
Lil K, sent her upstate to make sure them dogs straight
Half a kilo, ain’t talkin’ drugs, that’s what the [?]
Iced my whole wrist like I’m gettin’ rid of an arm ache
Wanna book a show?
20,000, that’s the going rate
Long day, make her [?] for me ’til her jaws ache
Spit that game to her, tell that bitch, "I think we soulmates"
Fly her out, after I fuck her I’ma stay far away

[Verse 4: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Young nigga in a iced out 3D necklace
My pinkie cold, it make me stutter, "V-V-V-V-S-S"
They try to catch me all alone, but we was deep in Texas
She wanted me to be alone, but we go deep wherever
I saw you lookin’ at your phone, I know you saw me textin’
Don’t have me blowin’ up your phone, just tell me "Keep it steppin’"
If I run into you again, don’t tell me you regret it
If I run into you again, you gon’ how I’m flexin’

[Verse 5: Tee Grizzley]
When I was broke, I was neglected
Bitches wasn’t textin’
Now they tryna pop up pregnant, that’s to be expected
I wish I could see the face on all my exes
Let ’em see the face on a Patek, I used to sleep on pallets

[Verse 6: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie & Tee Grizzley]
I feel you bro, ’cause me and Sosa was sleepin’ on sofas
Now all the bitches that was frontin’, they all on some hoe shit but
I could never pay attention to a broke bitch, yeah
I became a legend, now I need a trophy
I became a legend off a four minute hit
Niggas from the trenches, they ain’t sayin’ shit like this
Me and Tee Grizz on some whole other shit, ayy
Me and Tee Grizz, that’s a whole ‘nother hit, ayy