Liko - Bodymore to ChiRaq #YRB lyrics

Roll up w. that ak U tlkin' sh** imma let it spray Blast off on that n***a face Sprayin' real sh** , we ont spray mace My n***as got big guns We carry 100's , u carry 1's We ont tlk alot we get it done Police askin' questions , we ont know nun n***a tlk hard , bring the pipes out n***a slipping get wiped out All black up like the knights out Boutah take ah couple n***as lifes out Coudnt wait til it get nice out Tell chino bring the bikes out Hitters onna roof got the snipes out n***a play tuff , blow his lights out Im bodymore not chiraq Gun clique , clack To his back I swear n***as love tlkin' smack See him in person , he ont say crap We come through in all black See u u get cracked Rob him for that sack Send n***as @ ya neck That mac go bow bow to his brains we ont play games Cedonia wat i claim , disrespect u get banged Call dj , call damo , call maniac , call chi chi Dem n***as dont play bout me Dey catch u u get leaked Im from murdaland I got big bandz 30 in my hand U can get blammed Open heads up like ah f**in' can She ont want u , she know im the man Im in her throat Boutah make her choke Give her face da stroke She like n***a damn We inna trap , got big grams Makin' big cake , we goin' ham Dese boys dont want beef Like miami , we got heat Police come , we got feet k**ed him mission complete Like chief keef , we bang bang 9 block is where i hang My n***as shoot big thangs @ ya brain where we aim n***as tlkin' dat war sh** Till they get they f**in' door kicked Tld him get his a** onna floor b**h Or imma feed his squad w. more clips Boy u f**in' right one Fwu u lose ya sight son See us comin' boy u might run Got big tones , no light guns If ah n***a try to fwu den imma put his a** up out his misory We come through w. big sh** we blow his a** w. artillery We ont care come to house , like delivery k**in' n***as leavin' no clues , give police ah mystery n***as tlkin' like dey bulletproof He say he real bt ik the truth Play w. me imma f**in' shoot Send his soul flyin like ah parachute Come through f**in' up happy homes , my n***as tear off the f**in' roof , i ain't even doin' conversation , juss rob his a** for that f**in' loot , one day imma pull up inna foreign , drop top coop W. ah bad b**h , a1 chick , leavin' n***as sick u need noodle soup , play w. me get doubt w. Catch u slippin' u get lit Now the n***a gottah get his coffin' Oh well dats wat he get Blowin' guns like ah damn torch U ain't real dont hop off the porch Might pull up in that damn porsche Im goin' w. no chorus , got damn b**h im goin' inna f**in' paint Dont say wat u ain't Ya b**h see me she f**in' feint Her head the bomb like ah f**in' tank Can't trust ah n***a dat wasent round wen it was time to get dwn , talk allaht tuff sh** i bet u won't get found We k** sh** We drill sh** U f**ed da b**h , she ain't feel sh** I f**ed da b**h she jumpin' Grabbed her a** tight started pumpin' Got damn Im the man Shots fired , yall ran Man dwn , got damn Play tuff , bodies layin' Bodymore murdaland Where n***as ain't playin' Dem bodies droppin' , no snitchin' no sayin' n***a