Chiraq

Any **** that ever looked at me wrong (Ha!)

Hey man, go that way, B

Hey man, I'm done holdin' back on you ****

Man, straight up man

Y'all **** better go watch Montana 300

One through 14 or something man, this 15

I been ballin', could've skipped college

I'm a bad boy with that Big Poppa

12 gauge when I headshot him

Bust his head open like a pinata

Like Percy Miller, I've been 'bout it

Come find your ass like Bin Laden

I kill a clown over my guala

Don't give a fuck if it was 10 dollars

Don't trust ****, don't trust bitches

I know these hoes like a pimp scholar

And it's MOB till the day I drop

And these stupid thots don't get nada

These dick riders try to steal from me

Gon' feel the heat when that lead pop 'em

I whack a bitch and then walk away

With blood on my shoes, that's red bottoms

Bought a new gun with two clips, I can't wait to use it

And that bitch stick to my hip like I glued it

I hope you do trip as soon as you do it

I'll pull that bitch out, K-9 unit

And kiss your ass goodnight like (Bang bang) That's smooches

No top, that's clueless, I'm ruthless, I do this

I'm ballin' these hoes, yeah, they all on my pool stick

And you mad at your main bitch 'cause that bitch bumpin' my new shit

Yeah, the game foul and the ref dirty

Keep the green on me like a Jets jersey

Tell a opposition I ain't never worried

Keep the 30 on me like I'm Stephen Curry

I can see you pussy like a miniskirt

Keep talkin', you gon' get it first

And the toughest with you gon' get it worst

Now, go order up about 20 shirts

RIP with they face on it

Had to show they ass how that semi work

Yeah, they got smoked April 21st

The next time you see 'em gon' be in a Hearse

Always sayin' somethin', but ain't sprayin' nothin'

When it's beef, I don't wait for nothin'

If I see an opp broad day in public

Then I'm shootin' shit like Azae Production

Got word they be out there every night

I'm talkin' deeper than Barry White

We gon' ride past with that iron blast

And start flippin' **** like Jessie White

They catchin' bullets, he Randy Moss

He Terrell Owens, he Jerry Rice

And I'm fuckin' monster in a pair of Mike's

And this 40 on me looks very nice

I roll up like a blunt, I don't lurk, bitch I hunt

Hoodie on like a monk, I'm Boyz-N-Tha-Hood with that pump

This bitch got kicked like a punt, it usually sit in my trunk

But for today, it's ridin' shotgun since **** like to front

And if this **** run and this **** done

I'ma soak a **** like he in the tub

These rappers actin' like Ice Cube

Now tell Doughboy to come pick him up

Fuck ****, I never like 'em

Got no problem with killin' one

I do real hits and don't brag about it

Just rap about it, I don't give a fuck

I remember way back when we was broke

We was cryin', momma high as hell

To us, she was a loving mother

But to other motherfuckers, she was clientele

And I remember beggin' her to stop

And every single night when I told her that

I'ma get big and buy a bunch of guns

And kill every **** that done sold her crack

It's almost 20 years later, now she finally sober

But that was the shit that I prayed about

I thank God I made it out

Damn, it feels good to go pick up my momma and take her out

Lil' Tony got paper now all in my bank account

And it ain't shit to debate about

If you cross me like Jesus, I'll come back with heaters

Be outside your crib like we stakin' out

It's really fucked up in my city

I'm sorry, but I'm 'bout to add to the body count

I'm Rocky Part 4 'em, I'm a Russian

And show all you **** exactly what I be 'bout

My choppas, they shit on them bitches

When spittin', I think that they might got a potty mouth

I might come baseline like Kobe Bryant did way back in '03 and then body y'all

Keep runnin' your mouth, I'ma run in your house

Paramedics they gonna bring bodies out

I'm sonnin' you **** like J. Rock

And word on the streets is that they done let Bobby out

Be strapped at the mall, strapped at the studio

Better be strapped at your momma house

When Montana hoppin' out, hollow tips poppin' out

Caught his ass takin' the garbage out

Moment of silence, text messages sent around my city

The moment they find it out

Black on black everything, we own black everything

That's the motto when we ridin' out

The ratchets stay on me, just know I was all me

Whenever, if ever you saw me out

Been playin' with iron since the age of nine

Shoutout to my daddy, he taught me how

My dad was a killer, my mom was an addict

A **** grew up in a slaughterhouse

I am the one that they talk about

I am so cold that you might have to thaw me out

That money be callin', now, I won't stop ballin'

Now, I am up next like Jabari now

See, **** was sleepin' on me

But I just woke them up and they sayin' they sorry now?

I'ma dough stackin', dope rappin', no lackin'

Pole packing, four blasting

Soul snatching, toe-tagging, cold bastard

Better close your mouth or get a closed casket

Show you what I'm sayin' like closed captions

Put them in two, make them disappear

When I spit fire, that's old magic

I'll put the chopper to a **** top

And then let it fly, Go-Go Gadget

Might fuck his bitch or say fuck this shit

And get straight face, that's no passion

I'm the illest **** that you ever heard

I'm the flyest killer that you ever seen

And if a fuck **** ever jump stupid

I'ma catch a body like a trampoline

Bitch, I'm Freddy Kruger in a hockey mask

'Bout to kick door like karate class

Ask a **** where he hide his stash

He better tell the truth like a polygraph

One false move and that shotty blast

Leave a **** stiff like a body cast

And we don't know nothing 'bout nothing, ****

We was out of town if somebody ask

Real shit, I'm a father first

My sons need me, I ain't bailin' on them

Be with real ****, doin' real shit

And if I get caught, I ain't tellin' on them

No tool, I ain't never going

Iron Man with that metal on him

Only God knows where the hell I'm goin'

Make a **** wish that he was never born

These **** broke, put a price on 'em

I'm super fly, put a cape on them

I'm upstairs, up in Adrianna's throwing cake on them

While they hate on them

From Chiraq, not Miami, but I'm wearing heat, like I play for them

I'll come at night and put the nine to them

With the long clip, DeAndre Jordan

Long clip, DeAndre Jordan, long clip DeAndre Jordan

I'll come at night and put the nine to them

With the long clip, DeAndre Jordan