Chiraq

You fuck around and get smoked

You fuck around, you fuck around

You fuck around and get smoked, ****

You fuck around and get smoked

Uh, **** know the rules in my hood

If you touch me, you get murked

We ain't with that back and forth

It ain't no rap, we hitting first

G5, we'll be at Liv by Sunday when you in a church

Mama stressing, selling dinner platters

Tryna pick your casket and get your hearse

Last **** that slid on us

Got dropped on and he told on us

E'ry **** you see with me got ice on, bankrolls on us

Nah, ****, no one-on-ones

We don't fight fair, we just roll on 'em

VS stones and Cuban links

All that ice real with that gold on 'em

We ain't swinging no flag, ****

We don't need no pass, ****

Glock 40 with a thirty clip and a laser on it

Play tag with us

E'rybody wanna talk bricks

Till them feds swoop in and grab ****

Dream Chasers got into something

We don't never bleed 'cause we trash ****

I don't know if y'all heard

About my homie do when that thirty out

D and Buck still in the cut

And the state finna let Ernie out

I ain't even gotta say nothing

'Bout my other homie that you heard about

'Cause if he heard about that you run your mouth

He come to your house and start swerving out

Catch me, NYC, out Shadyville, I'm in the tank

Only time it's Manhattan

When I'm in the booth or I'm in the bank

Summertime, it's La Marina with Dominicans going in the paint

Pulling up, screaming out, "Dímelo"

Catch you in Brooklyn, get pita rolled, pussy

Fuck around and get smoked

You fuck around, you fuck around

You fuck around and get smoked, ****

You fuck around and get smoked

You fuck around, you fuck around

You fuck around and get smoked

**** say me and Sosa beefing

But we both eating, but only one keeping

Told Law he'd take fifteen years

Every crime we did, we gon' keep it secret

Can't tweet Teyana, crop a **** looking

So what I'm on, gotta keep it secret

That face, no Stevie, no Mimi, I promise Teyana

That I won't leak it

Grip the .30, just cashed out

If you caught stripping, then you assed out

I'm the same **** my city ask about

While you in the cut, steady buying clout

Fuck the judge, let nine out

Hairpin trigger, let nine out

Four birds in the trap like four wings

At Harold's with fries covered in mild sauce

Every time a **** rap beef

Get clapped up in a couple weeks

IG comments and a couple tweets

Location on, we can go and meet

Headshot, I'm outta town

I'm in Killadelphia with my **** Meek

Pop a wheelie in NYC

I got the thirty on with my **** Fleek

Heard Tyga sneak dissing on me

Telling thot bitches I'm not right

Tyga only got one name, but that **** ain't got one stripe

He backpack, so easy to get that ****'s shit snatched

Ask Marley Marl to get his shit back

It's Chiraq, don't come here

You ain't from here, don't come here

'Cause shorty sniping, bag on him if he don't like us

No Young Chop, but that .40 bangs just like him

.30 punch like Tyson

Back to the rap flow, hot shit

Fuck I gotta rap for, got bricks

Every city I go, got sticks

Pockets Wells Fargo, no bricks

Say I'm on top now, no shit

You can never say I wipe shit

I don't even like shit, I just pipe shit

One-night shit

LA with killers and thuggers

New York, Slow Buck, them my brothers

ATL with Migo and Young Thugger

We gon' shoot shit up in public

And they got a urge to take

Chiraq, look at the murder rate

Five hunnid dead bodies, better go and get money

'Fore you be on First 48

He wear red bottoms and Phillip Lim

E'rybody tryna get a hold of him

Bad bitches, they be in bands

I knock 'em down like bowling pins

Feds snatch me, I don't know them

Real **** on four and them

Young Jefe, the new soldier slim

Hanging out the tank with Slow and them

Come take a trip to DC

Hear a lot of me, see GG

I'm the big dog, I'm ringing off

I'm like Mambo sauce on a three piece

Glizzy, why you ain't DC?

Who said I ain't in DC?

Fuck your bitch to my CD

She let me record her like Mimi

A **** playing, it's lights out

Ooh, Shyne got me iced out

Stay low 'cause the mice out

You only get fly when the mic's out

Couldn't wait till it get nice out

Told Chino, "Bring the bikes out"

Got fifty guns in my trap house

You better off fucking with the White House

I'm the realest youngin' in the fucking world

I got plenty money, I got plenty girls

Got a villa for the week, got fifteen freaks

And they all wanna go for a fucking swirl

Had a chrome Taurus with the marble pearl

Glock 23, treat her like my girl

.357, that bitch just twirl

Make him catch all the shit like Fitzgerald

You fuck around and get smoked

You fuck around, you fuck around

You fuck around and get smoked, ****

You fuck around and get smoked

You fuck around, you fuck around

You fuck around and get smoked