300 Urus Lyrics by Lil Durk is a New English song from the album “Almost Healed” sung by popular rapper Lil Durk. Lyrics of this song are written by Lil Durk and music produced by Wheezy.

300 Urus Song Details
Singer : Lil Durk
Album : Almost Healed
Lyrics : Lil Durk
Music : Juke Wong, Wheezy
Label : Only The Family

300 Urus Lyrics

Tee, his first time out of jail, he ain’t give me a hug, he hugged the block
(Wheezy outta here)
I can be in any city, I ask ’em, “Where I find a mosque?”
Gotta watch out what I say on here, they’ll do me like my pops
Do him dirty, crazy I never want them to do me like the opps
See, my brother ain’t gotta look me
If he on feet, he shoot in Crocs
See, them ni***s I used to love say they gon’ do me like I’m Pac
Tell ’em Flavor Flav around his neck
That boy live with a clock
Whole district on him on a high speed
He still ain’t throw the Glock
Wе in war, so if you high speed with a gun, you gettin’ cold
Brodie dead, you sayin’ his namе still
You ain’t did sh*t for a show
I don’t even tell his a** to be careful
He don’t even slide even to get caught
Pulled up, his a** was froze, that mini micro made assault
How you gon’ play with me? I got money, ni**a, your lil’ a** gotta walk
How you gon’ play with me with your lame a**? Your b*tch-a** gettin’ caught
Murderman, we call him, “Murk,” we don’t call him nothin’ ’cause he gettin’ watched (Go)
Ni***s thought we got into it with Drench, but I told Drench, “Send the song tonight”
Ni***s dead wrong tryna meet with me in a hotel with a mice
You ain’t chase nothin’ down in years
(I know)
He ain’t even send you money for years
(I know)
I’m from the Lam’, we might just jump out a Urus (I know)
Say he a killer, I start coverin’ my ears
(I know)
He made a channel tryna buy some veneers (I know)
It’s a reason ni***s ain’t here with me, these ni***s ain’t here with me
Bro gon’ shoot, he get that clearance
I don’t think they hearin’ me
See, that cousin sh*t be scarin’ me, that sh*t gon’ bury me
They be f**kin’ with the opps, huh? ‘Cause I ain’t they brother
They be tryna hit the O up and tell ’em f**k us
Still be smokin’ on the Dro just before the summer
These grown gangsters, they be mad ’cause they can’t have my number (Go)
I told him, “No” when he asked for money, he thought that sh*t was funny
I went on the 4 and I told Mikey Lord to talk to Varney
We can pay for surgery, but them other ni***s can’t get sturdy
Knew your a** was a b*tch, when you seen’t the opps, said you couldn’t get dirty
Hope you pray for all them ni***s ’cause they ain’t no killers no more
They be beggin’ ’round the city ’cause I ain’t give ’em no money
I still answer, but they know I’m still not givin’ ’em nothin’
He just offered me protection, start to tickle my stomach
She told me, “Take a Cialis,” she tryna get sh*t goin’
Heard he went to dialysis, man, his head started growin’
He a killer from that side, bro, I bet I’m gon’ know him
He a killer from that side, I bet brodie don’t know him
She gave me top inside a Maybach
I ain’t close the curtain
And I was in front of the Trump
She got drunk off the room service
She told me she scared of her ex
I told her, “I wish he would hurt you”
He be on my block, his a** ain’t sh*t, his a** a ‘Wood roller
You a gangster ’round her, but you ain’t gangster ’round me
You a gangster ’round cuz, you ain’t gangster ’round C
If they call you “Backdoor,” man, you get from ’round me
You ain’t my Blooda, then you can’t listen to Tee Grizzley and me
Shoot the club up, I can’t shoot the club up
You just seen what they just did to Shiesty, you got me f**ked up
I don’t care ’bout camera phones, forever got my gun up
Rather get you before you get me, you got me f**ked up
I just drove it manual in the G-Wagon and got it f**ked up
F**kin’ the transmission up, I’m touchin’ on that damn clutch
Ayy, bro, bring me Smurk ‘Woods
I really don’t want no damn Dutch
I feel like a b*tch, I told a snitch I’d rather pay him up
Draco in your bookbag, my Draco in my pants, tucked
I ain’t even gon’ cap, that barrel dirty, it f**k your pants up
Click it to the right, it go, rrah, f**k ya mans up
If a goofy come around, Lil Boona’ll put his hands up
B*tch, I’m from 300, I’m the first one with a Lamb’ truck
Every time we fall out with them ni***s, they hit the ‘Gram up
Migo gave me a feature with no money, he gave them grams up
You can’t even cut nothin’ less, he got his hands full, ni**a