Allen Ritter - Chiraq lyrics

[Produced by Allen Ritter, Boi-1da & Vinylz] [Hook] You f** around get smoked You f** around, you f** around, you f** around, get smoked, n***a You f** around get smoked [Verse 1: Meek Mill] Uh! n***as 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 hittin' first G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when you in the Church Momma stressing, selling dinner platers, tryna get your casket, And get ya hearse Last n***a that slid on us, got dropped on it, he told on us Every n***a you see with me got ice on 'em, bank rolls on us Naw, n***a no 1 on 1's we don't fight fair, we just roll on 'em V-S stones and cuban links, all that ice wear, with that gold on 'em We ain't swinging no flag, n***a We ain't need no pa**, n***a Glock 40 with a 30 clip and laser on it, play tag with us Everybody wanna talk bricks, 'till them feds Swoop in and grab n***as Dream chasers got into something We don't ever blink, cause we trash n***as I don't know if y'all heard about What my homie do with that 30 out Deen Buck still in the cut and state fittin' to let Ernie out I ain't even gotta say nothin' 'Bout that other homie, that you heard about Cause, if he heard about, that you run your mouth He come to your house and start swervin' out Catch me N-Y-C, out Shadyville, I'm in the tank Only time its Manhattan, when I'm in the booth, or I'm in the bank Summertime in La Marina, with Dominicans, going in the paint Pullin' up, screamin' "Eh, Dimelo'!?" Catch you in Brooklyn, get pita-rolled, p**y! [Hook] You f** around get smoked You f** around, you f** around, you f** around, get smoked, n***a You f** around get smoked You f** around, you f** around, you f** around, get smoked [Verse 2: Lil Durk] (Yeah, Meek what up? Bang! Oh, man in Chiraq!) n***as say me and Sosa beefin' but we both eatin', but only one keepin' Told Law he take 15 years, every crime we did we gon Keep It Secret Can't tweet Teyana corporate n***a lookin, so what I'm on I gotta keep it secret That face no Stevie no Mimi, I promise Teyana that I won't leak it Gripped the 30 just cashed out, if you caught stripping, then you a**ed out I'm the same n***a that my city asked about while you in the cut steady buying clout f** the judge, let 9 out, hairpin trigger, let 9 out Four birds in the trap like 4 wings at Harold's with fries covered in mild sauce Everytime a n***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 k**adelphia with my n***a Meek Pop a wheelie in N-Y-C I got the 30 on with my n***a, Flee Heard Tyga sneak dissing on me, tell them thot b**hes I'm not right Tyga only got one name but that n***a ain't got one stripe He backpack, so easy to get the n***a sh** snatched Ask Mally Mall to get his sh** back In Chiraq, don't come here You ain't from here? Don't come here! Cause shorty snipin', bag on him if he don't like this No Young Chop, that .40 bangs, just like him 30 punch like Tyson Back to the rap flow, hot sh** f** I gotta rap for, got bricks Every city I go, got sticks Pockets Wells Fargo, no bricks Say I'm on top now, no sh** You can never say I, wife sh** I don't even like sh** I just pipe sh** One night sh** LA with k**as and thuggers New York SlowBucks them my brothers A-T-L with Migos and Young Thugger We gonna shoot sh** up in public And they gotta urge to take Chiraq, look at the murder rate 500 dead bodies, better go and get money 'fore you be on first 48 [Verse 3: Shy Glizzy] You wear red bottoms and Phillip Lim Everybody trynna get a hold of him Bad b**hes, they be in Benz I knock ‘em down like bowling pins Feds snatch me, I don't know them Real n***a, on 4nem Young Jefe, the new Soulja Slim Hangin' out the tank with Slow and them Come take a trip to D.C Hear a lot of Me and see GG I'm the big dog I'm ringing off Like Mambo Sauce on a 3 Piece “Glizzy, Why you ain't D.C.?" "Who said I ain't D.C.?" f** ya b**h to my CD She lemme record her like Mimi A n***a playin', it's lights out Oo, Shine got me iced out Stay low, cause the mice out You only get fly when the Mikes out Wait till it get nice out Tell Chino bring the bikes out Got 50 guns in my trap house You better off f**ing with the White House I'm the realest youngin' in the f**ing world I got plenty money, I got plenty girls Got the Villa for the week, got fifteen freaks And they all wanna go for a f**ing swirl Had her come to us with the marble peals Glock 23, treat her like my girl 357, that b**h just twirl Make him catch our sh** like Fitzgerald [Hook] You f** around get smoked You f** around, you f** around, you f** around, get smoked, n***a You f** around get smoked You f** around, you f** around, you f** around, get smoked