Cupcakke - Chiraq (Remix) lyrics

I say murder murder tell a b**h I might hurt her I'm a act like a waitress Cause any b**h talking that sh** I think I might serve her I'm from the city of Chi-raq with my right hand You get smacked And I ain't talking no a** shaking when I say I'm making that clap We got other cities intimated like we a motherf**ing horror movie Fruity a** little sweet n***as I call they a** my f**ing smoothie f** with me when I come through knock a hoe off her feet no kung fu And I don't even need no Tims on cause I'll stomp a b**h in my house shoes I'll wear you out like my underwear cut you off like my p**y hairs I'm like a backyard with them pitbulls you better tell that hoe she better be aware Cause I'm putting on for my city , I'm a give this beat no pity I will make you f** and s** my guys and then expose how yo p**y friendly It ain't on my wrist but they watch how I'm flipping bricks on the block I been slept on for a lil minute, but it's my time with no clock On the Internet I get blocked, but we don't block sh** we just box I'm a n***a strapped with the f**ing rifle we'll shake yo a** out cho socks They be like damn she from the hood where that bang bang sound good Where you hear that Iraq and that Chiraq we dont explain sh** it's understood On Fox News we drilling highest rates of the k**ings Cause we dont wait for you to come through we'll just break your neck in yo village Don't come in my city f**ing up sh** I'm only 16 and I'm f**ing up sh** Now how many licks of my cherry pop you better tell yo n***a come lick Chiraq where all the n***as be rapping I'm 16 and I'm trappin' And I ain't f**ing these n***as even if the n***as was strapping How these bum hoes siddity? That broke b**h counting pennies Dont come in my city flexing on Harris Better take yo a** back to Denny's damn!