Chi-Raq

Mmm, uh

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 hoe ****?

Don't do coke, I don't blow ****

I don't tell ****, I show ****

And it's never less than like four ****

Four wings and some french fries

Hot sauce and ketchup, ****

He tellin' and he hidin', but real **** still catch a ****

Cop 'Raris? I don't test drive 'em

Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em

These **** that I roll with don't let a single thing get by 'em

King pins 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 **** 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 **** in, it's all hoodies

Kidnappin' and then rob ****

Call D-Roc for a biggie

Pussy ass little rap ****

I fucked with real trap ****

Pop star, icon, but I send ****, come snatch ****

I'm with EBK, you on EBT

Got a black nine, call it BET

School ****, get a GED

And I tease ****, 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 **** that's down to ride for a homicide when it's drama time

Run up on a **** 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 ****, I be gettin' money

Take your bitch from you

And these **** don't get no respect

I'ma stay 100 till I'm six under

Matter fact, I gotta keep it 150

For every **** 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 a of weed, like fuck kidneys

Put a dutch in me, got a .40 on me

I don't trust any, and if any **** ever try to end me

I'ma die shootin', prayin' God forgive me

You too busy hatin', 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 standin', 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 ****, you don't want war

I got old clips, bitch, I'm Baron Davis

Pussy ****, you don't want war

I got old clips, bitch, I'm Baron Davis

Know a couple **** that's down to ride for a homicide when it's drama time

Run up on a **** 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 rockin', man

This is G Herbo, shout out Nicki Minaj, you already know, man

SB just gave me the .9 with the green beam

Just give me the green light

Lettin' **** have it, man

We pullin' up anywhere, wettin' 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 150, 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

Till 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 takin' them trips with 'em, ****!

Chea!