Boi-1da - Chiraq To LA lyrics

[Intro] 187 [Verse 1: Tyga] Know some Hoover n***as that's down to ride For a homicide, when its drama time n***as thinkin' that they MCs Can't get touched, well its hammer time Who the f** is Lil Durk? I dust you like ash and purp Your flow wack, my flow crack Got marble floors, your floors crack Got rap sh**, mice traps These n***as broke, need ankle wraps Don't ride around in LA, if you ain't come on the jet with the strap My n***as 52 Orange roofs, orange coupes, Ciroc orange juice Trel said f** all you, my OG Chimp out soon H rat, shout out ScHoolboy Q, still my dog You're a real one, I owe you Shot at them n***as when you heard the news If your daughter ever need something, don't hesitate I got you Posted up on sunset at the House Of Blues like it's all cool Might get trapped in Vegas too, call Mally Mall he with Big U I might be in Bel Air, still got n***as in the field 20 million, LK real With Yeezus in that SLR, T Raw upper echelon No Lil Jets just G5's Free CB, H Rat, Lil Punch and baby Nitty My Maybach cost 2 chickens, you ain't got one? Don't talk my language I'm king sh**ting on yo b**h Southpaw and we in the gym Tryna be a baller? End up like Flip in "Above The Rim" You too small like Smeagol I'm swatting the mosquito I'll put you under the earth now it's a garden on your tombstone You sh** stain teenagers, barely teething on hundos I'll hold you like the slave you are, all my whips mayo You from Illinois? I'll bring the noise You ain't platinum? Don't talk to me. Grammy nominated? Don't talk to me 20 Million? Don't talk to me It's levels to this sh** boy, you basement? Don't talk to me You want the fame? I'll take your name and that weak b**h you fall asleep with! [Verse 2: Game] Ain't got no time for this rap sh**, Blood Money, Cash Money Ain't got no time for this rap sh**, Cash Money, Blood Money Ain't got no time for this rap sh**, rap money, drug money I'm straight n***a, straightjacket! Yo Trel let a n***a hit him with a ratchet Big U let a n***a get some matches I'ma torch the building this La Familia Pull up and spin a n***a backwards Light it up, smoke a n***a like a Backwood (Gotta channel DMX) Coming through with my dogs (grrrrrr) That chopper going through walls This beef sh**? That's me sh**. Pull up bangin' that Meek sh** That monster truck pull up side of that Benz? (n***as ain't saying nothin') Choppers aimed at yo whip, n***a! (n***as ain't saying nothin') Cash Money, Family Hustle like Tip, n***a! (n***as ain't saying nothin') Come through, few Bloods, few Crips, n***a! (n***as ain't saying nothin') T Raw? I got you, don't trip, n***a! First off lemme go on 40 Glocc again Talk about my kids on Instagram? n***a must wanna get his a** socked again! Tell a lie like I pulled out a Glock on him Don't make me resurrect Pac again! You ScHoolboy like Kendrick and Top and them Have a b**h n***a running to the cops again It's all Gucci Mane, Waka Flock and them (Green Light) That mean go n***a, if you ever see this ho n***a, on mama n***a it's a (Green Light) From where my n***a died to Riverside, even your n***as know it's a (Green Light) Better run through the red ones, f** around and be a dead one (Jump in the middle of beef, cause I don't like no one) (Step behind these bars and I don't write not one) (n***as bumping they lips but they don't like no guns) (Just close your eyes and that light gon' come) I don't f** with no new n***as, they like to sue, no woo n***a Tyga hit me like "Durk dissing" Dirk Nowitzki? Dirk who n***a? Never heard of these n***as Some of the nerve of these n***as Don't make me put on burgundy n***a Let the AK *gunshots* I'm serving these n***as Yo T raw, time to murder these n***as Black suburban these n***as I'm taking b**hes, I'm taking chains, yeah I'm Young Bergin' these n***as Ain't start making guns when they made you n***a Ain't no Jayhawk but I'll K you n***a And I know Hoovers, I know 60s (I know Westside Pirus, n***as down to die too) Move in on them 50s (I got n***as on west and the Southside of Chi too) Pull up in an 87 Cutla** Throwing bullets like Jay Cutler f** this, what's this? n***as talking all that f** sh**, tough sh** Put a n***a on like Trukfit I know Lil Wayne, I know Lil Reese I know Lil Herb, I know Lil Keef I know Lil Boosie, that n***a free like this a** whooping Come f** with me, I got hands, I got bands Got damn I am what I am .45 go blam with no jam Bring a n***a Vietnam, let's go ham n***as runnin' out of ham, let's go spam n***a dip through your set like k**a Cam I'm talkin' to the man, with no fans This is a DM with no gram Ridin' through the Chi, ain't ever seen Oprah Hit a 300 with my little n***a Sosa Brown paper bag, sippin' on a Four Loko n***a get love, I ain't talkin' 'bout The Notebook n***as got k**ers out here, west side, they feel us out here Like Weasel and Chicago, realest out here Old man and the capitol hill is out here On the low end, all my BD n***as bring the dope in BD twins locked up in the feds and my n***a Bump J, hold your head If you getting money n***a hold your bread Rock my Pelle P like L.E.P., them Bogus Boys? They f** with me I f** with stones till I OD' 69, Seven Deuce Marshalville I mean Murderville Yellow G, gave me a b**h off of Damen Ave I use her to k** She from the Chi, but she ain't shy She ain't never met a n***a who can't die I'm so Southside I'm so Northside I'm so Westside, n***a "Ain't I?" Got more n***as in the Chi than Jay (Chi than Jay) I might be more Chi Town than Ye' (Chi Town than Ye') I'm on the low end with my n***a Parkay (with my n***a Parkay) And he A GD, but it's free Bump J 4CH but I'm like Barksdale in this Shark Tale OG like a car sale Chopper spins, you do cartwheels Lil Durk under a lil dirt (And nobody knows you) Dis ain't what they want! (Nobody knows you) (b**h I thought that was Future's song!) (I'm bout to show you) You done caught yourself a Little L dog (Man nobody knows you) You heard of Lil Durk? n***a, hell nah!