Gucci Mane - Chiraqistan (Outro) lyrics

[Intro: Lil Durk & Ralo] Let's get it p**y Yeah Dope OTF You know how we rockin' n***a, only the Famgoon sh** Only the Famgoon n***a Haha Hey Durk Turn up [Verse 1: Ralo] OG, I'm with OTF and you know we verse anybody Durk told me that they forgot, he think they forgot about it Hop out we reminding n***as, who the f** behind these n***as? f** whoever signed these n***as, we shoot whoever ridin' with ‘em [Verse 2: Lil Durk] I'm hanging with the robbers and the scammers I'ma put a pint inside a Fanta Only the Famgoon, f** these rappers Big dinosaur four-five like a raptor Yeah, yeah, yeah Ralo told a n***a slide to Pakistan Got my n***as with me so you know we packed the van Blood in my eyes like I'm Fifty man Started with a million, that's how I'ma end [Verse 3: Ralo] Started with a million we end with a billion Everything changed when we came in the building Having this paper, one hell of a feeling f** with Lil Durk and my n***as start k**ing Just left out the back and we flew to Chiraq I promised Lil Durk we wouldn't ever look back And we get them racks and we split it up Won't none of these n***as be big as us You keep it loyal, I do the same Tell on my team when I lose a game He was talkin' ‘til that Uzi came Run your mouth, we start shootin' things We ain't never lettin' sh** slide We ain't never gon' switch sides I get money, I don't get tired Go get your own and stop dick ridin' [Verse 4: Lil Durk] First ran a band off street money Had to trap up on that three some' Lean, percocets, xanny (d**) Yeah I just had a threesome I can't wait ‘til they make the fifty shot for the four-five Glock Got out early for my case, you been fighting years, you a cop Real name Durk, you can call me Mustafa (Abdul Malik) I don't know no n***as, I don't know who shot ya Run up on his a** like, I got ya Real street n***as don't go off gossip [Verse 5: Ralo] We don't go off gossip n***a Talkin' sh** and we gon' pop a n***a I walk in the club with a lot of n***as That's how you know it's a lot of pistols We never playin' no peekaboo We never lyin' on interviews You know that you was a b**h in school I was that n***a that pick on you I'm the n***a that'll take your lunch We gon' take his sh** for say what you want You know that I was the bully Ain't nobody stood up to me Ain't no n***a said sh** to me You can ask the n***a next to me They don't never send threats of me They don't want a n***a neck tooken [Verse 6: Lil Durk] Alexander Wang belt, hot boy like Wayne ‘nem I might OD off the paink**ers In the trenches with the same n***as I be turn up with the fashion sh** Mouth shut so don't ask me sh** MAC with the cooler attached to it You know I ain't with that lackin' sh** In my circle ain't no lames Cartiers with the gold frames Three-nine like a soul train Got a soul plane like Snoop in it Dummy bags with the woop in it Crib big, put a hoop in it Garage big, put the coupe in it Off the jigga, got the moon whippin' [Verse 7: Ralo] We do not rent out apartments We go and buy up the complex She better not get in this Corvette We gonna have us some car s** We walk in the club and we flood it out I bought the Rollie and flood it out Baby mama used to cut me out Now we ain't got nothin' to worry ‘bout We ain't worried ‘bout another n***a You see he got all his brothers with him That's why the streets really love a n***a ‘Cause we ain't none' like these other n***as We don't f** with the other side They gon' make us bring them colors out Any n***a standing by your side It gon' be a double homicide It's Durk and Ralo, man we living good You know we turn up in any hood We the only rappers in the hood Ain't did it yet, but we finna do it Watch what we do to these n***as We ain't that cool with these n***as We do not move with these n***as We do not fool with these n***as [Outro: Ralo] That sh** there crazy Durk That motherf**er go crazy That the outro, we out Famgoon! OTF Ralo LaFlare