No Label - Lil Durk: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

No Label

290,078

Hip-Hop/Rap

No Label was released on February 8, 2019 by Alamo as a part of the album No Label - Single

Popular Segments

Song Details

Most Popular

Past 7 Days

00:10 - 00:15

No Label was discovered most frequently at around 10 seconds into the song during the past week

00:00

00:10

00:30

00:35

01:05

01:20

01:35

01:40

01:50

02:05

02:10

00:00

02:25

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Lil Durk

Vocals

Morgan O'connor

Morgan O'connor

Keyboards

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Durk Banks

Songwriter

Dwan Avery

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Phillip "Park Hill" Cromwell

Phillip "Park Hill" Cromwell

Mixing Engineer

Dy Krazy

Producer

Morgan O'connor

Morgan O'connor

Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

We ain't talk in a minute, so don't hit me up

And I mix my feelings with prescription drugs

When I fell to my knees, you ain't pick me up

When I was down on my back, you said I ain't rich enough

And we ain't gon' talk about no sex 'cause you ain't get it up

And I don't want you to suck my dick 'cause you ain't spit enough

You an ungrateful lil' bitch, say I ain't spend enough

You told me you want your ass shots 'cause you ain't thick enough

I'm in the trenches with the sharks, I ain't have a heart

Some nights, I ain't wanna talk, I left you in the dark

You was lurkin' on my page, you became a narc

You was writin' bitches back, that shit went too far

And I carry you on my back like I ain't have a car

You was kinda mad I hang with murderers

Bitch, you Instagram-famous, but you not a star

Instagram-famous, but you not a star

[Chorus]

Bitch, I made you

Took you out the hood and I saved you

While them other **** tried to play you

Bitch, you ungrateful

Bitch, you ungrateful

Bitch, you un-

I ain't want a label

I ain't want a label

I ain't tryna be your friend or your man or your husband

I don't want a label

[Verse 2]

You steady throwin' your pussy but I don't want none

I got a wife, so after me you gotta fuck Vaughn

Then Ikey, then Booka, then there's more fun

I kick her out, slick as hell, tell the store run

I know a couple divas, they still a secret

The bitches I made eat it, you would not believe it

This shit was never easy, I move strategic

Me and two, three singers, we had a threesome

Back-to-back, fuckin' back-to-back off the Perkies

Back-to-back, told all them lies, I was perfect

Always tryna run the streets deep, I was thirsty

Gotta watch my back, a lotta **** tryna hurt me

That's why I keep my .50 and my .30

**** ain't know shit, they washed up, detergent

Big Backwoods, sit back and burn it

I'm better, hot like a furnace, yeah

[Chorus]

Bitch, I made you

Took you out the hood and I saved you

While them other **** tried to play you

Bitch, you ungrateful

Bitch, you ungrateful

Bitch, you un-

I ain't want a label

I ain't want a label

I ain't tryna be your friend or your man or your husband

I don't want a label

Written by: Durk Banks, Dwan Avery

Shazam Footer

Select language:

Company

Legal

Chrome Web Store

Galaxy Store

Follow Us

© Copyright 2026 Apple Inc. and its affiliates | Supplier Responsibility

Loading...