G Herbo - Chiraq (Remix) lyrics

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G Herbo - Chiraq (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Durk] n***as say me and Sosa beefin' but we both eatin', but only one keep it 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 Marly Marl 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 go 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 2: OTF NuNu] I started rappin these n***as hatin' They mad as hell and I ain't even made it Only real n***as My n***as hitters They drilling sh** with no conversation Got a hand gun shooting chopper shells You can try to run bet you won't make it You in love with hoes, I'm in love with money That's the only time you can catch me cakin' O-T-F we a empire We blowing up, It's a domination Got hitters for your hitters My n***as be with it Money on my mind so i gotta go get it n***as want war? they can start, I'm gonna finish Gotta keep my shells no time for a witness Tweak with the squad that's bad for your buisness Guns like the army we something like a menace Mixing that lean I'm something like a chemist And I started from the bottom From the Rags to the Riches Snitching on the guys, you'll die, f** stitches Got wholes in the tec, I ain't worried about glitches Straight from the gutter in the hood of the trenches Play with the gang, f** wet, I'm gonna drench you Running this game first down, couple innings Got a motherf**ing broom never did like witches (4x) Real n***as sign up Broke n***as band b**h this Chiraq Where yo ten year n***as might f** around and switch up Where that twitter beef will get a n***a k**ed so if you talking sh**, strap up Where a lot of n***as wanna tote the strap but when it's drill time they won't bust Got blood all on my loafers Them guns co*ked for them roaches I'm turning up, making boss moves, got music all on Pandora This our year and you know it My cars came with a chauffeur We smoking leaves, no clovers And them fried n***as expose them My pistol on me, don't touch me Finessing game so don't trust me Them bullets hit him, they skinned his head Better thank God you got lucky Double cup, can't see the ice So you know my sh** a lil muddy Christian Lewis about fifteen hundred So you know the bottle a look bloody OTF we the money team A couple boss n***as getting money Bro-ski yea used to torch the Opps can't believe they took Jay money Can't trust b**hes, I know the game They do anything for that money b**h this Chiraq, not the windy city Where we catch you off and it get ugly [Verse 3: Edai] Six Hundred sh** Man I really spit about situations I live n***a When I was seventeen I grabbed the seventeen And I took the block from my big n***as Its some n***as around me that act real But I ain't never seen one real n***a A lot of rap n***as around me signed Trying to turn me up so I can get bigger So it's f** them You got a chain, better tuck it I was posted up on that block n***a It was war time, it was busting n***as play that role on that Instagram straight cuffing Its f** a b**h, I don't love her And if I love the b**h I don't trust her She s** me up with no s**er On six hundred no duckin Ain't sneak dissing on nobody But when I was in the field they wasn't, s**a Ride up on a opp's block And catch a n***a with they pants down Knew Lil Jay ain't want war I heard the lil n***a dance now Grew up in them projects Then I jumped straight on that block sh** Ridin around with Cdai and Rondo they on hot sh** Know a couple rappers that rap about it But they ain't never really shot sh** Say they manning up and they bandin up Them card crackers get got quick [Verse 4: Lil Herb] Know a couple n***as that's down to ride For a homicide when it's drama time Run up on a n***a with the llamas flyin' Leave his loved ones all traumatized One-fifty I'm really with it I'll drop his a** and then forget it I'm the man round my side of town Might see a b**h and forget I hit it I'm a young n***a I be gettin' money Take your b**h from you And these n***as don't get no respect I'ma stay 100 till I'm 6 under Matter fact I gotta keep it 150 For every n***a 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 f** kidneys, put a dutch in me Got a 40 on me, I don't trust any And if any n***a 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 k**ers I can call so many I don't love no b**hes but my mom, my sister, and 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 sh**, k**in' your sh** On a couple tracks I just never played it p**y n***a you don't want war I got old clips b**h I'm Baron Davis p**y n***a you don't want war I got old clips b**h I'm Baron Davis