Chi-Raq

Mmm, uhh Ain't yellin' cut, when it's shootin' time Sign up, it's recruitin' time Big wigs, with a suit and tie And them big things got two inside Fuck wrong wit' these ho niggas? Don't do coke, I don't blow niggas I don't tell niggas, I show niggas And it's never less than like four niggas (Four-four) Four wings and some french fries Hot sauce and ketchup nigga He telling and he hiding But real niggas still catch a nigga Cop 'Raris? I don't test drive 'em Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em These niggas that I roll with Don't let a single thing get by 'em Kingpins and them drug lords Chi-Town, no gun laws Broke bitches that talk shit? Now them the bitches I stunt for Malcolm X daughter, came at me Lookin' ass niggas ain't happy Rolled out with some Latin Kings And some eses in 'em plain khakis Smack bitches, no smack cam Closed fists, no back hands Pop pussy on a hand stand They suckin' dick like it's band camp Call Webb and then call Nitti Queens niggas in, it's all hoodies Kidnappin' and then rob niggas Call D-Roc for a biggie Pussy ass little rap niggas I fucked with real trap niggas Pop star, icon But I send niggas, come snatch niggas I'm with EBK, you on EBT Got a black nine, call it BET School niggas, get a GED And I tease niggas, make em B-E-G Got a money fetish, I'ma fly to Venice Got a big house, I can play some tennis Lil Herb, what's good? I'm a bad bitch and I fuck good Know a couple niggas that's down to ride for a homicide When it's drama time Run up on a nigga with the llamas flyin' Leave his loved ones all traumatized 1-50, I'm really with it I'll drop his ass and then forget it I'm the man 'round my side of town Might see a bitch and forget I hit it I'm a young nigga, I be gettin' money Take your bitch from you And these niggas don't get no respect I'ma stay a hunnid 'til I'm six under Matter o' fact, I gotta keep it 150 For every nigga that's gon' come with me I'm on Roc Block with a new semi And a blue Bentley, it do 160 Smoke a lot of weed, like fuck kidneys Put a dutch in me, got a .40 on me I don't trust any, and if any nigga ever try to end me I'ma die shooting, prayin' God forgive me You too busy hating, you can't get no paper Why are y'all so silly? Straight killers I can call so many, I don't love no bitches But my mom, my sister, my gun and Nicki I'm in Hollywood, came from Kingston Food Shorties standing, in the streets with tools Where I'm from, we don't play no games Ain't no April fools, you will make the news Where I hang, we don't say no names If you talk to cops, I stay away from you Keep your mouth shut in them investigations You'll be out the station, in a day or two Dedication and a little patience Lead to domination on my way to greatness Don't put yourself up in a situation Puttin' my relations, in your conversations Shoot a opposition, with no hesitation You get my position, then you better take it Know some young bulls from a while back Tryna leave the game but they never made it I got old shit, killin' your shit On a couple tracks I just never played it Pussy nigga, you don't want war I got old clips, bitch I'm Baron Davis (Old clips, bitch I'm Baron Davis) (Old clips, bitch I'm Baron Davis) Pussy nigga, you don't want war I got old clips, bitch I'm Baron Davis Know a couple niggas that's down to ride for a homicide When it's drama time Run up on a nigga with the llamas flyin' Leave his loved ones all traumatized 1-50, I'm really with it I'll drop his ass and then forget it I'm the man 'round my side of town Might see a bitch and forget I hit it Gang, gang, gang shit man You already know how I'm rocking man This is G Herbo, shout out Nicki Minaj, you already know man SB just gave me the nine with the green beam Just give me the green light Letting niggas have it man We pulling up anywhere wetting shit man Got 50s in them TECs, 50s in them MACs man 30s in them Glocks, 17 shot Berettas, all that shit man Sawed offs, pumps, all that shit man, what you want? How you want it, where you want it? When you want it man? Let's get it And I ride dolo from state to state Even when I ain't a hundred and fifty man, Chiraq all the way to Queens Let's get it Uh-huh, I always got a trick up my sleeve I might give you a new trick every week 'Til this album drop, I don't know I figured they want some more, I'ma give you some more Ask Webb if I wasn't taking them trips, with 'em nigga! Chea!