Chiraq (Megamix)

[Intro: Young M.A]

Aw man, the squad is here

RedLyfe Pain Gang

You already know I'm happy everybody did they Chiraq

Now the squad 'bout to get on this shit

And straight murder everything Brooklyn style

You already know nigga

It's Young M.A, remember that nigga

Finny Music

[Verse 1: Young M.A]

My squad is a bunch of niggas with no manners

We hold hammers

Better duck when that gun flash, no cameras

No jammin', my gun blammin'

Your bullets flying but not landing

God damnit, my hands cramping

This big cannon do big damage

Heat on my side, my hip tanning

My nigga Danger keep the grip near him

They shot my nigga like 5 times but he's still alive and he's still standing

B.I.P to my big bro from 88 to 09

I swear to god it would be problems if that nigga was still alive

Tell these niggas don't fuck with me

I'm not in the right state of mind

Put the Desert Eagle to his forehead and make the nigga have a change of mind

Stop talking that tough shit cause you dyke bitches ain't bout that

Heard niggas out here rattin' so I had to set up my mouse traps

Blow a stack and I bounce back

Hit me up for that loud pack

Got shishkaberry, got cookie kush

Got white widow, a whole pound of that

Fuck a squad, I'm three deep

You got 10 niggas that's 10 sheep

Plus these pussy niggas don't want beef

Cause they all chicken, 10 piece

I'm in Crown Heights, I'm in Bed-Stuy

I'm in Brownsville, I'm in C.I

I'm in east New York where them things bump

If a nigga die we don't talk, shh

That's Brooklyn nigga

Them TEC-9s'll cook a nigga

Turn his brains into pudding nigga

I'm not a killer but don't push a nigga

I swear to god I will pull it nigga

Middle finger to them lookin' niggas

You say you got shooters on the roof

Well I got shooters in the bushes nigga

Never ever been a pussy type

But I know a lot of pussy dykes

Your shit's trash, you can't rap

And the engineer should've took your mic

You ain't a thug, you the mushy type

Fall in love and be hooked for life

You the type that'll kill your bitch

If she tried to leave and get booked for life

I'm really a calm nigga but the niggas round me is really rowdy

I'm the type if I don't fuck with you

Don't come near me, don't come around me

This loud pack that we smokin' on

Got the whole car lookin' really cloudy

I'm riding 'round in that white Chevy but my next whip is that black Audi

It's Brooklyn nigga, that's King's County

Niggas hate, don't know a thing about me

Only real niggas I bring around me

Fuck your foriegns, I rock Jordans

With a tank top and a Jesus piece

That flashy shit you niggas wearing really don't mean shit to me

I got young boys that'll rob you

For your ACs and credit cards too

With that 380 it ain't hard to

So cooperate or they sparkin' you

I was born alone, I'ma die alone

Fuck friends I don't need any

I love money, I get money

I got money and I got plenty

Mr Hayes, when they let you out

I'm right there with them weapons out

You a fake blood, a disloyal nigga

And they gone have to bring them stretchers out

Cause I'm not playing

20 shots, pussy clot to your chest nigga

You killed my brother now you rest nigga

Naw, fuck that, I got more to say

I know these hoes ain't loyal

Motherfucker I wasn't born today

Fuck M.O.B, I'm M.O.E

I'm just tryna grind and duck the Ds

I told niggas I don't gang bang but for my bro I throw up them Bs

It's Pain Gang, RedLyfe

Don't fuck with them and don't fuck with me

This is Brooklyn nigga, what the fuck you mean?

[Verse 2: cupcakKe]

I say "Murder, murder!"

Tell a bitch I might hurt her

I'mma act like a waitress

Cause any bitch talking that shit, 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 ass shaking when I say I'm making that clap

We got other cities intimated like we a motherfucking horror movie

Fruity ass little sweet niggas I call they ass my fucking smoothie

Fuck 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 bitch in my house shoes

I'll wear you out like my underwear cut you off like my pussy 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 fuck and suck my guys and then expose how yo pussy 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 shit we just box

I'm a nigga strapped with the fucking rifle we'll shake yo ass 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 shit it's understood

On Fox News we drilling highest rates of the killings

Cause we dont wait for you to come through we'll just break your neck in yo village

Don't come in my city fucking up shit I'm only 16 and I'm fucking up shit

Now how many licks of my cherry pop you better tell yo nigga come lick

Chiraq where all the niggas be rapping I'm 16 and I'm trappin'

And I ain't fucking these niggas even if the niggas was strapping

How these bum hoes siddity?

That broke bitch counting pennies

Dont come in my city flexing on Harris

Better take yo ass back to Denny's damn!

[Interlude: BB Spook]

Yeah, BBG, nigga

This ain't no muthafuckin' Chiraq, nigga

We got a lot of stats

And we got a lot of catch, nigga

And we catch a lot of rack, nigga

BBG

[Verse 3: BB Spook]

BBG the team

Of course I'm the fucking captain

Every time I turn around

I'm hearing shit about niggas chappin'

Everybody know damn well

You a fucking fraud, that nigga acting

Everybody know damn well

My brother shoots, we do the clappin'

A couple months ago (damn)

Everything was fucking cool

Now you see us, in the mix

We killing shit, making moves

Getting money, busting Glocks

Nothing you can fucking tell us

Hating all on Instagram

My bitch is like, "He fucking jealous!"

How the fuck you hate on that

And you was tryin' to get a song with 'em

Now your friend, acting like

Like like you don't even get along with 'em

You seen us in the booth with 'em

You mad just cause we cool with 'em?

Hating ass, bitter niggas

Fuck is we gon' do with 'em

You mad cause we just cool with niggas?

Dawg, that's just hood shit

Niggas watchin, niggas lookin'

Like like, like oh shit

That boy Spook, he fucking wild

Dawg, he don't never chill

I never been that type to bite

My fucking tongue, and I never will

Niggas got a lot of beef

That they ain't never fucking handle

But they throwin' shade on us

Like god damn, it's a fucking scandal

Every beef I ever had

Just know that shit got fucking handled

Say my name in your fucking rap

So you know that that's a fucking gamble

Niggas know that Spook deal

Niggas know I keep it real

You throw shots, I throw 'em back

And I don't give a fuck if you with your girl

That's what it, comes down

That's just what it boils to

We young niggas, we shinin' hard

And I know that shit just boils you

Be sick when I come home

I need a Glock with a fuckin' lad

I got thirty shots in my fucking Glock

And right now, dawgs, it don't even matter

I'm getting money

Fucking bitches

Tell them haters leave me be

I'm throwing hoops, I'm dishing rock

My niggas call me CP3

I only rock one setting

One hood, one street

That's one hood, that's one block

That's one set, no not three

That one block that I fucking rock

That's just where my niggas be

That's one set, that's one block

That's one street, and that's BBG

[Verse 4: Tyga]

Know some Hoover niggas that's down to ride

For a homicide, when its drama time

Niggas thinkin' that they MCs

Can't get touched, well its hammer time

Who the fuck is Lil Durk?

I dust you like ash and purp

Your flow wack, my flow crack

Got marble floors, your floors crack

Got rap shit, mice traps

These niggas broke, need ankle wraps

Don't ride around in LA, if you ain't come on the jet with the strap

My niggas 52 Orange roofs, orange coupes, Ciroc orange juice

Trel said fuck 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 shitting on yo bitch

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 shit 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 shit boy, you basement? Don't talk to me

You want the fame? I'll take your name and that weak bitch you fall asleep with!

[Verse 5: The Game]

Ain't got no time for this rap shit, Blood Money, Cash Money

Ain't got no time for this rap shit, Cash Money, Blood Money

Ain't got no time for this rap shit, rap money, drug money

I'm straight nigga, straightjacket!

Yo Trel let a nigga hit him with a ratchet

Big U let a nigga get some matches

I'ma torch the building this La Familia

Pull up and spin a nigga backwards

Light it up, smoke a nigga like a Backwood

(Gotta channel DMX)

Coming through with my dogs (grrrrrr)

That chopper going through walls

This beef shit? That's me shit. Pull up bangin' that Meek shit

That monster truck pull up side of that Benz?

(Niggas ain't saying nothin')

Choppers aimed at yo whip, nigga!

(Niggas ain't saying nothin')

Cash Money, Family Hustle like Tip, nigga!

(Niggas ain't saying nothin')

Come through, few Bloods, few Crips, nigga!

(Niggas ain't saying nothin')

T Raw? I got you, don't trip, nigga!

First off lemme go on 40 Glocc again

Talk about my kids on Instagram?

Nigga must wanna get his ass 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 bitch nigga running to the cops again

It's all Gucci Mane, Waka Flock and them

(Green Light)

That mean go nigga, if you ever see this ho nigga, on mama nigga it's a

(Green Light)

From where my nigga died to Riverside, even your niggas know it's a

(Green Light)

Better run through the red ones, fuck 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)

(Niggas bumping they lips but they don't like no guns)

(Just close your eyes and that light gon' come)

I don't fuck with no new niggas, they like to sue, no woo nigga

Tyga hit me like "Durk dissing"

Dirk Nowitzki? Dirk who nigga?

Never heard of these niggas

Some of the nerve of these niggas

Don't make me put on burgundy nigga

Let the AK *gunshots* I'm serving these niggas

Yo T raw, time to murder these niggas

Black suburban these niggas

I'm taking bitches, I'm taking chains, yeah I'm Young Bergin' these niggas

Ain't start making guns when they made you nigga

Ain't no Jayhawk but I'll K you nigga

And I know Hoovers, I know 60s

(I know Westside Pirus, niggas down to die too)

Move in on them 50s

(I got niggas on west and the Southside of Chi too)

Pull up in an 87 Cutlass

Throwing bullets like Jay Cutler

Fuck this, what's this? Niggas talking all that fuck shit, tough shit

Put a nigga on like Trukfit

I know Lil Wayne, I know Lil Reese

I know Lil Herb, I know Lil Keef

I know Lil Boosie, that nigga free like this ass whooping

Come fuck with me, I got hands, I got bands

Got damn I am what I am

.45 go blam with no jam

Bring a nigga Vietnam, let's go ham

Niggas runnin' out of ham, let's go spam

Nigga dip through your set like Killa 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 nigga Sosa

Brown paper bag, sippin' on a Four Loko

Nigga get love, I ain't talkin' 'bout The Notebook

Niggas got killers 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 niggas bring the dope in

BD twins locked up in the feds and my nigga Bump J, hold your head

If you getting money nigga hold your bread

Rock my Pelle P like L.E.P., them Bogus Boys? They Fuck with me

I fuck with stones till I OD'

69, Seven Deuce

Marshalville I mean Murderville

Yellow G, gave me a bitch off of Damen Ave I use her to kill

She from the Chi, but she ain't shy

She ain't never met a nigga who can't die

I'm so Southside I'm so Northside

I'm so Westside, nigga "Ain't I?"

Got more niggas 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 nigga Parkay

(with my nigga 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)

(Bitch 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)

[Interlude: The Game]

(Man nobody knows you)

(nobody knows you)

[Verse 6: Nicki Minaj]

Ain't yellin' cut, when it's shootin' time

Sign up, it's recruitin' time

Big wigs, with a suit and tie

And them big things got two inside

Fuck wrong wit' these ho niggas?

Don't do coke, I don't blow niggas

I don't tell niggas, I show niggas

And it's never less than like 4 niggas

(Four-four) 4 wings and some french fries

Hot sauce and ketchup nigga

He telling and he hiding

But real niggas still catch a nigga

Cop Raris? I don't test drive 'em

Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em

These niggas that I roll with

Don't let a single thing get by 'em

King pins and them drug lords

Chi-Town, no gun laws

Broke bitches that talk shit?

Now them the bitches I stunt for

Malcolm X daughter, came at me

Lookin' ass niggas ain't happy

Rolled out with some Latin Kings

And some eses in 'em plain khakis

Smack bitches, no smack cam

Closed fists, no back hands

Pop pussy on a hand stand

They suckin' dick like it's band camp

Call Webb and then call Nitty

Queens niggas in, it's all hoodies

Kidnappin' and then rob niggas

Call D-Roc for a biggie

Pussy ass little rap niggas

I fucked with real trap niggas

Pop star, icon

But I send niggas, come snatch niggas

I'm with EBK, you on EBT

Got a black nine, call it BET

School niggas, get a GED

And I tease niggas, make em B-E-G

Got a money fetish, I'mma fly to Venice

Got a big house, I can play some tennis

Lil Herb, what's good?

I'm a bad bitch and I fuck good

[Hook: Lil Herb]

Know a couple niggas that's down to ride for a homicide

When it's drama time

Run up on a nigga with the llamas flyin'

Leave his loved ones all traumatized

One-fifty, I'm really with it

I'll drop his ass and then forget it

I'm the man 'round my side of town

Might see a bitch and forget I hit it

[Verse 7: G Herbo]

I'm a young nigga, I be gettin' money

Take your bitch from you

And these niggas don't get no respect

I'mma stay 100 'til I'm 6 under

Matter fact, I gotta keep it 150

For every nigga 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 fuck kidneys

Put a dutch in me, got a 40 on me

I don't trust any, and if any nigga ever try to end me

I'mma die shooting, prayin' God forgive me

You too busy hating, you can't get no paper

Why are y'all so silly? Straight killers

I can call so many, I don't love no bitches

But my mom, my sister, 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 shit, killin' your shit

On a couple tracks I just never played it

Pussy nigga you don't want war

I got old clips bitch I'm Baron Davis

Pussy nigga you don't want war

I got old clips bitch I'm Baron Davis

[Hook: G Herbo]

Know a couple niggas that's down to ride for a homicide

When it's drama time

Run up on a nigga with the llamas flyin'

Leave his loved ones all traumatized

One-fifty, I'm really with it

I'll drop his ass and then forget it

I'm the man 'round my side of town

Might see a bitch and forget I hit it

[Interlude: G Herbo; Nicki Minaj; Dwayne Kyng]

Gang, gang, gang shit man

You already know how I'm rocking man

This is G Herbo, shout out Nicki Minaj, you already know man

SB just gave me the nine with the green beam

Just give me the green light

Letting niggas have it man

We pulling up anywhere wetting shit man

Got 50s in them Tecs, 50s in them Macs man

30s in them Glocks, 17 shot Berettas, all that shit man

Sawed offs, pumps man what you want?

How you want it, where you want

When you want it man, let's get it

And I ride dolo from state to state

Even when I ain't 150 man Chiraq all the way to Queens

Let's get it

Uh-huh, I always got a trick up my sleeve

I might give you a new trick every week

'Til this album drop, I don't know

I figured they want some more, I'ma give you some more

Ask Webb if I wasn't taking them trips, with 'em nigga!

Chea!

So you thought I was playing games?

Okay

That was just a warning, but this the real thing

Let's get it

[Verse 8: Dwayne Kyng]

If them niggas is Chiraq, then Maryland Afghanistan

Get a drum or some'n, we got hella bands

We taking shots, no Instagram

Saying that was weak, but yo shit was lame

Thought I was joking, this ain't no game

You wearing snapbacks in yo videos

I put a cap back through yo fucking brain

Like a dragon, you will get slain

These fakes, man, it's hard to maintain

You dressed like Madea

You high off that reefer

Smoking louder than your speakers

You a pussy, boy, I can see you twerk

Lift up them panties

I see yo fucking miniskirt

Like A$AP, I put in work

Demolish yo ass, put you in the dirt

For that sleep talk, put you in a hearse

You a copycat, don't act stupid

Show no love, I am not Cupid

Like 2Pac, I'm so ruthless

Gotten no sex in 3 months

Like yo left hand, you better get a grip

Like MC Hammer, too legit to quit

You already know I be with the shit

Talking 'bout my girl, why you say that

When you look like a fake-ass K Camp?

No lie, I state facts

Yo, waitress, where my drink at?

With this L, you better take that, no P Diddy

Run my town and I run my city

Headshot, that's a red dot, make you look like a Buddhist

Jaz said, "Please don't do this"

This dude just so clueless

Get chewed up with chopsticks, that's RiceGum

Joyride but it's not fun

I don't gangbang, I don't shoot guns, I drop bars

You 'bout to get [?] in jail

Droppin' mixtapes, but they all fail

Like Rogaine, we in here

Life's a bitch and it ain't fair

Grinding while I'm shining

Got bars like Verizon

That's everything I put my mind in

Man, listen (yo!)

Fuck the competition, I'm the opposite

I'm feeling like I'm 'bout to go berserk on you niggas

No diss track but the only bars you drop is the ones that I see on Twitter, my nigga

Dwayne be the best and I already know

We got famous because of these loopholes

Keep it 100, you keep it 50-50

Talking 'bout my girl, I'll be the inner jiffy

"Headshot" is just rough sex

"Warning Shot" was just a quickie

You notice that I'm the king now

You my prince now, you my Little Jimmy

Wish a nigga would like Timmy Turner

The beat was hot, I put it in the furnace

Had to school these kids, they wasn't learning

After the headshots, and that's picture perfect

(Perfect!)

[Verse 9: Meek Mill]

You fuck around get smoked

You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked, nigga

You fuck around get smoked

Uh

Niggas know the rules in my hood

If you touch me, you get murked

We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first

G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when you in the Church

Momma stressing, selling dinner platers, tryna get your casket, And get ya hearse

Last nigga that slid on us, got dropped on it, he told on us

Every nigga you see with me got ice on 'em, bank rolls on us

Naw, nigga no 1 on 1's we don't fight fair, we just roll on 'em

V-S stones and cuban links, all that ice wear, with that gold on 'em

We ain't swinging no flag, nigga

We ain't need no pass, nigga

Glock 40 with a 30 clip and laser on it, play tag with us

Everybody wanna talk bricks, 'till them feds

Swoop in and grab niggas

Dream chasers got into something

We don't ever blink, cause we trash niggas

I don't know if y'all heard about

What my homie do with that 30 out

Deen Buck still in the cut and state fittin' to let Ernie out

I ain't even gotta say nothin'

'Bout that other homie, that you heard about

Cause, if he heard about, that you run your mouth

He come to your house and start swervin' out

Catch me N-Y-C, out Shadyville, I'm in the tank

Only time its Manhattan, when I'm in the booth, or I'm in the bank

Summertime in La Marina, with Dominicans, going in the paint

Pullin' up, screamin' "Eh, Dimelo'?"

Catch you in Brooklyn, get pita-rolled, pussy

You fuck around get smoked

You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked, nigga

You fuck around get smoked

You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked

[Verse 10: Lil Durk]

(Yeah, Meek what up? Bang

Oh, man in Chiraq)

Niggas say me and Sosa beefin' but we both eatin', but only one keepin'

Told Law he take 15 years, every crime we did we gon Keep It Secret

Can't tweet Teyana corporate nigga 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 assed out

I'm the same nigga that my city asked about while you in the cut steady buying clout

Fuck 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 nigga 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 Killadelphia with my nigga Meek

Pop a wheelie in N-Y-C I got the 30 on with my nigga, Flee

Heard Tyga sneak dissing on me, tell them thot bitches I'm not right

Tyga only got one name but that nigga ain't got one stripe

He backpack, so easy to get the nigga shit snatched

Ask Mally Mall to get his shit 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 shit

Fuck I gotta rap for, got bricks

Every city I go, got sticks

Pockets Wells Fargo, no bricks

Say I'm on top now, no shit

You can never say I, wife shit

I don't even like shit

I just pipe shit

One night shit

LA with killas and thuggers

New York SlowBucks them my brothers

A-T-L with Migos and Young Thugger

We gonna shoot shit 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 11: Shy Glizzy]

You wear red bottoms and Phillip Lim

Everybody trynna get a hold of him

Bad bitches, they be in Benz

I knock ‘em down like bowling pins

Feds snatch me, I don’t know them

Real nigga, on 4nem

Young Jefe, the new Soulja Slim

Hangin’ out the tank with Slow and them

Come take a trip to D.C

Hear a lot of Me and see GG

I’m the big dog

I’m ringing off

Like Mambo Sauce on a 3 Piece

“Glizzy, Why you ain’t D.C.?"

"Who said I ain’t D.C.?"

Fuck ya bitch to my CD

She lemme record her like Mimi

A nigga playin', it’s lights out

Oo, Shine got me iced out

Stay low, cause the mice out

You only get fly when the Mikes out

Wait till it get nice out

Tell Chino bring the bikes out

Got 50 guns in my trap house

You better off fucking with the White House

I’m the realest youngin' in the fucking world

I got plenty money, I got plenty girls

Got the Villa for the week, got fifteen freaks

And they all wanna go for a fucking swirl

Had her come to us with the marble pearls

Glock 23, treat her like my girl

357, that bitch just twirl

Make him catch our shit like Fitzgerald

[Interlude: Meek Mill]

You fuck around get smoked

You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked, nigga

You fuck around get smoked

You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked

[Verse 12: Montana of 300]

Any nigga that ever looked at me wrong, (ha!) hey man, go that way B

Hey, man, I'm done holdin' back on you niggas, man, straight up, man

Y'all niggas better to go watch Montana 300 1 through 14 or something man, this 15

I been ballin

Could've skipped college

I'm a bad boy with that big popper

12 gauge when I head shot him

Bust his head open like a pinata

Like Percy Miller I've been bout it

Come find your ass like Bin Laden

I kill a clown over my guala

Don't give a fuck if it was 10 dollars

Don't trust niggas don't trust bitches

I know these ho's like a pimp scholar

And it's MOB till the day I drop

And these stupid thots don't get nada

And these dick riders try to steal from me

Gon feel the heat when that lead pop em

I whack a bitch and then walk away with blood on my shoes that's red bottoms

Bought a new gun with two clips

I can't wait to use it

And that bitch stick to my hip like I glued it

I hope you do trip as soon as you do it

I'll pull that bitch out K-9 unit

And kiss your ass goodnight, like, (bang bang) that's smooches

No top that's clueless

I'm ruthless, I do this

I'm ballin these ho's, yeah, they all on my pool stick

And you mad at your main bitch cause that bitch bumpin my new shit

Yeah the game foul and the ref dirty

Keep the green on me like a jets jersey

Tell a opposition I ain't never worried

Keep the 30 on me like I'm Stephen Curry

I can see you pussy like a miniskirt

Keep talkin you gon get it first

And the toughest with you gon' get it worst

Now go order up about 20 shirts

RIP with they face on it, had to show they ass how that semi work

Yeah they got smoked April 21st

The next time you see 'em gon' be in a hearse

Always sayin somethin' but ain't sprayin nothin'

When it's beef I don't wait for nothin'

If I see a opp broad day in public

Then I'm shootin shit like Azae Production

Got word they be out there every night

I'm talking deeper than Barry White

We gon' ride past with that iron blast

And start flipping niggas like Jessie White

They catching bullets, he Randy Moss, he Terrell Owens, he Jerry Rice

And I'm fucking monster in a pair of Mike's and this 40 on me looks very nice

I roll up like a blunt, I don't lurk bitch I hunt

Hoodie on like a monk, I'm Boyz-N-Tha-Hood with that pump

This bitch got kicked like a punt it usually sit in my trunk

But for today it's riding shotgun since niggas like to front

And if this nigga run and this nigga done, I'ma soak a nigga like he in the tub

These rappers acting like Ice Cube now tell Doughboy to come pick him up

Fuck niggas I never like 'em, got no problem with killin' one

I do real hits and don't brag about it, just rap about it, I don't give a fuck

I remember way back when we was broke, we was crying, momma high as hell

To us she was a loving mother but to other motherfuckers she was clientele

And I remember begging her to stop and every single night when I told her that

I'ma get big and buy a bunch of guns

And kill every nigga that done sold her crack

It's almost 20 years later, now she finally sober

But that was the shit that I prayed about

I thank God I made it out

Damn it feels good to go pick up my momma and take her out

Lil Tony got paper now all in my bank account, and it ain't shit to debate about

If you cross me like Jesus, I'll come back with heaters

Be outside your crib like we stakin' out

It's really fucked up in my city I'm sorry but I'm bout to add to the body count

I'll Rocky Part 4'em I'm rushin', show all you niggas exactly what I be 'bout

My choppas, they shit on them bitches, when spittin, I think they might got a potty mouth

I might come baseline like Kobe Bryant, did way back in '03 and then body yall

Keep runnin' your mouth I'ma run in your house

Paramedics they gonna' bring bodies out

I'm sonnin you niggas like J. Rock and word on the streets is that they done let Bobby out

Be strapped at the mall, strapped at the studio, you better be strapped at your momma house

When Montana hoppin' out, hollow tips poppin' out

I caught his ass takin' the garbage out

Moment of silence, text messages sent around my city, the moment they find it out

Black on black everything

We own black everything

That's the motto when we ridin' out

The ratchets stay on me, just know I was all me, whenever if ever you saw me out

Been playin' with iron, since the age of nine

Shoutout to my daddy he taught me how

My dad was a killer, my mom was an addict, a nigga grew up in a slaughterhouse

I am the one that they talk about

I am so cold that you might have to Thaw me out

That money be callin', I won't stop ballin', now I am up next like Jabari now

See niggas was sleepin' on me, but I just woke them up and they sayin' they sorry now?

I'm a dough stacking

Dope rapping, no lacking

Po' packing, Four blasting

Soul snatching, toe tagging, cold bastard

Better close your mouth or get a closed casket

Show you what I'm saying like closed captions

Put them in two, make them disappear, when I spit fire, that's old magic

I'll put the chopper to a nigga top, and then let it fly, Go-Go Gadget

Might fuck his bitch or say fuck this shit, and get straight face, that's no passion

I'm the illest nigga that you ever heard

I'm the flyest killer that you ever seen

If a fuck nigga ever jump stupid, I'ma catch a body like a trampoline

Bitch I'm Freddy Kruger in a hockey mask

About to kick door like karate class

Ask a nigga where he hide his stash

He better tell the truth like a polygraph

One false move and that shotty blast

Leave a nigga stiff like a body cast

And we don't know nothing about nothing nigga, we was out of town If somebody ask

Real shit, I'm a father first, my son's need me, I ain't bailing on them

Be with real niggas, doing real shit

If I get caught, I ain't telling on them

No tool, I ain't never going

Iron Man with that metal on him

Only God knows where the hell I'm going

Make a nigga wish he was never born

These niggas broke, put a brace on 'em

I'm super fly, put a cape on them

I'm upstairs up in Adrianna's throwing cake on them while they hate on them

From Chiraq, not Miami, but I'm wearing heat like I play for them

I'll come at night and put the nine on them

With the long clip, DeAndre Jordan, (DeAndre Jordan, DeAndre Jordan)

I'll come at night and put the nine to them

With the long clip, DeAndre Jordan

[Verse 13: Rell]

I was kicked out with my shit out

But I been out with my pen out

The paper here when I dish out

I got a thick snout when that fish out

I want the money, cars, got the hoes

But that skrilla all on my search route

No growth spurts but my money sprout

Got a bad bitch with a fat ass

When she twerk out that's a workout

But the first scout, I done passed out

With her ass out and my cash out

She opened up and I splashed out

I done broke the [?], bring a cask' out

I'm the best in it and the last out

I'm the last out and the best in it

Y'all hiding niggas bring the mask out

Y'all garbage niggas keep the trash out

If you talkin' shit you better watch your mouth

Cause your snot box will get busted out

I don't talk 'bout it, I walk it out

I'm 19 and my stance strong

My money green and my pen lean

I'm a damn fiend for this damn green

Hit the damn scene with the fam, homies, and the damn team

I been here and I been there

Her pussy wet, no swimwear

But I'm in there with my army gear

Can't trust hoes, don't trust niggas

Just trust yourself and your fucking figures

I did this and I did that

Her pussy fat, I did that and I did this

And I'm all about my business

And there ain't no competition, I'm vicious

In the booth I put a nigga on the hit list

Dear god can I get a witness?

I slayed that and I slaughtered this

Cause I'm a motherfucking menace nigga

I'm 19, when that light green

She might scream for that pipe me

These light bars for that ripe cheese

Homies got bars for that hype fees

I got loud, come holler at me

Etcetera, some OG

A quick talk for that QP

And I'm out the sky with a blue dream

Brooklyn where I reside at

Money all in that sty rack

A couple niggas that's OT

If you can't handle, they'll fly back

Studio, and I'm on beats

No time for me to get sidetracked

In the booth steady going skytzo

I'm working hits with my mind strap

Can't stop me then fuck with me

Or follow up, get in line scrap

Fuck you and who you fuck with

This money here, this paper fat

Gotta grind so I'm a go-getter

Niggas fake and I'm so realer

Beat war and I'm a gorilla

MJ and I'm so Thriller

Can't fuck with me, I'm that nigga

You typing scared, nigga that figures

I can take your thot, I bring back figures

Flipping musically with a couple hitters

That's [immune?] to get it with a crip triggers

Gotta hit a nigga, backflip a nigga

Pistol whip a bitch and ziplock a nigga

Go kill a nigga when he feeling froggish

Throw me a beat and I'm getting on it

And I'm getting on it and I'm shitting on it

A bad bitch in my radar, I'm murking it, then I'm dipping on it

In the booth spitting and I'm killing on it

And I'm living on it

Pay attention bitch cause my dick enormous

And they looking gorgeous and they getting on it

And they only want me cause a nigga ballin'

[Verse 14: La Montana]

It's RedLyfe, man it's RedLyfe

Man it's RedLyfe, ain't no joke

Rollin' with so many blue 30's nigga would've thought I was loc

Call my [?] up, said I'm heavy up, man a nigga need that coke

'Cause my boaty niggas wade, and my Russians need that dope

Stay with that four-five for niggas thinking I'm [?]

Yeah kiate la boca 'fore I hit 'em when I drove by

[?] any nigga approach La, you know why 'cause they no lie

If you know La, I don't lie

If I say so you gon' die

I'm the shit, more niggas than a [?]

Done pimped more bitches than Don Juan

I'm pimping right now while the song's on

My bitches don't play, them 30's on

My niggas don't play, our arm is long

Feeling like Jordan nigga, this our song

23 hour shifts all night long

Y'all regular niggas act like shones

That 40 cal gon' take him away

Like a landlord I put him in place

Nigga dead from a pole off the waist

Seperate his head from the front of his face

Take his legs, turn them under his waist

Bitch ass feds tryna build a case

Lookin' ass niggas, I'll give 'em DNA

I fuck your wife and I nut in your face

[Verse 15: Timmy D]

Everybody who I'm with

Strapped down with AR's and mack

First nigga get outta line

Get mopped up with this thirty clip

Niggas talkin' this world shit

When I see niggas we sayin' shit

We the same niggas, no fuck boys

Smoke a lotta good, we makin' noise

BBG nigga, we the winning team

Nigga and I touched a lotta green

And I fucked a lotta hoes

You niggas don't do it how we do it

36 oh, that's a brick nigga

And the claims are coming like Wal-Mart

Yo, Spook and me writing from the start

We don't care what's happnin' just know we clappin

When the tappin' is with the action

All my niggas they shoot us, nigga

All my niggas we move, nigga

Fuck around with y'all ho niggas

[inaudible] in your trees, nigga

Surfed up, we ain't done

Perked up and I'm racked up

Summertime, we gon' strap up

[Verse 16: Muga Meech]

Back block, we don't fuck around (we don't)

Free baby 'fore the touch down

Backed in, bitch would let me fuck

Got me all up in them guts now

Imma fuck a bitch, where them licks at

Dawg gotta stick, we gon' hit that

And we bringin' around pounds like a Kit-Kat

Probably be there 'fore we get back

I bomb shit, no TNT

We checking shit, say CNP

What's on my grind, that's all the time

Got a Meech on the sides that's satisfied

Bitch all you got was Dennis Rod

Them days in the [inaudible]

All them shootoffs we done survive

Flow [inaudible]

[inaudible]

Damn my niggas, they down to ride

Come at me, that's a homicide

Come a nigga bullet he fishin' for the ride

Got money, power, enemy 'spect

[inaudible], when I roll the dice

Me and Quaddy Goon tryna talk about life

When I be on the lean, he checks with a Sprite

[Verse 17: Quaddy Goon]

Man, y'all never get me on shit like I can't rap

Hey, yo, cut the fucking beat back on before Spook get back

Qu-Qu-Quaddy Goon's up in the mix

I'm bustin tracks, I'm getting licks

Any problem I'm coming over

They coming through, they drilling shit

Text your bitch, she coming through

She coming through, she sucking dick

Suck my dick so good, I'm like

"God damn, you dirty bitch

You dirty bitch, you dirty bitch"

Ho you never even heard this

Young nigga, spitting bars

And I hop on tracks, I be hurting shit

Ho you don't even know me

Ho you don't even know Spook

Ride around in that Challenger

Turn up in that coupe

Getting money, fucking bitches

That's just what we do

You already know the team

BBG my crew!