Lil Durk – Notebook (No Hook) Lyrics

Notebook (No Hook) Lyrics – Lil Durk

(Ayy, pull up, Lam)

I’m so tired of you tellin’ me that he sorry (Sorry)
Missin’ my shows and meet and greets like I ain’t an artist (Artists)
Love to take drugs, they keep me above, I’m just honest (Honest)
They know who I am, they make up rumors, I’m honest (Honest)
He ain’t support like he used to, he said I’m garbage (Garbage)
Now he at my shows, askin’ for tickets like we partners
I’ll check on my partner mom before I ever check on my follower
I *** with a throat G.O.A.T. but she graduated to a swallower
You know, who you is, you know, what you did
You know, who you was, you know, dirty ***
You know, goofy niggas, you know, different cliques
You know, how you mad, you know, I’m the ***

You ain’t support me at all, uh-uh
How you say you my dawg? Uh-uh
Told you, I lost it all, uh-uh
You ain’t even come call, uh-uh
Watchin’ story from a fake page, and I seen you shoppin’ at the mall
Told him, I need a handout, he ain’t respond to me all
Four pockets full, full of hundreds
Forty million cash from a label
I ain’t fallin’ out my homies
Call ’em, tell ’em put it on the table
Before, it was bills and bonds, I paid, I ain’t able
Broke *** asked for a crib
Pettiest, got the *** a cradle

I know what you did so I hate you
I know what you did for the paper
Why you called the police on your man
He gon’ pay for ***, you know they gon’ take
I ain’t *** online with my nuts
Wook, should I [?] his guts
Benji boys, I know he gon’ clutch

Trench baby, dirty little ***
Soul hurtin’, welcome to the cast
While I pull a couple out fast
I just took the Drac’ out my jacket
Industry puttin’ me in beef
Why do that? I’m signed to the streets
Pull up on ’em, frrt, frrt, frrt (Baow)
Why the *** I’m arguin’ over beats?

Brodie pulled up in the statements
Stolen ’cause he ain’t even got the key
Thought about puttin’ pounds on the jet, I ain’t do it ’cause they was checkin’ IDs
Thought about puttin’ pounds on the jet, I ain’t do it ’cause they gon’ put it on me
Thought about puttin’ pounds on the jet, but the Juice WRLD *** be scarin’ me
(Uh)

Put this in my notebook (Woah-woah, woah-woah, woah-woah)
This *** right here, no hook (Woah-woah, woah-woah, woah-woah)
Put this in my notebook (Woah-woah, woah-woah, woah-woah)
This *** right here, no hook