Lil Durk — Chiraq Remix

[Verse 1: Lil Durk] Niggas say me and Sosa beefin' but we both eatin', but only one keep it 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 Marly Marl 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 go 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 2: OTF NuNu] I started rappin these niggas hatin' They mad as hell and I ain't even made it Only real niggas My niggas hitters They drilling shit with no conversation Got a hand gun shooting chopper shells You can try to run bet you won't make it You in love with hoes, I'm in love with money That's the only time you can catch me cakin' O-T-F we a empire We blowing up, It's a domination Got hitters for your hitters My niggas be with it Money on my mind so i gotta go get it Niggas want war? they can start, I'm gonna finish Gotta keep my shells no time for a witness Tweak with the squad that's bad for your business Guns like the army we something like a menace Mixing that lean I'm something like a chemist And I started from the bottom From the Rags to the Riches Snitching on the guys, you'll die, fuck stitches Got wholes in the tec, I ain't worried about glitches Straight from the gutter in the hood of the trenches Play with the gang, fuck wet, I'm gonna drench you Running this game first down, couple innings Got a motherfucking broom never did like witches (4x) Real niggas sign up Broke niggas band Bitch this Chiraq Where yo ten year niggas might fuck around and switch up Where that twitter beef will get a nigga killed so if you talking shit, strap up Where a lot of niggas wanna tote the strap but when it's drill time they won't bust Got blood all on my loafers Them guns cocked for them roaches I'm turning up, making boss moves, got music all on Pandora This our year and you know it My cars came with a chauffeur We smoking leaves, no clovers And them fried niggas expose them My pistol on me, don't touch me Finessing game so don't trust me Them bullets hit him, they skinned his head Better thank God you got lucky Double cup, can't see the ice So you know my shit a lil muddy Christian Lewis about fifteen hundred So you know the bottle a look bloody OTF we the money team A couple boss niggas getting money Bro-ski yea used to torch the Opps can't believe they took Jay money Can't trust bitches, I know the game They do anything for that money Bitch this Chiraq, not the windy city Where we catch you off and it get ugly [Verse 3: Edai] Six Hundred shit Man I really spit about situations I live nigga When I was seventeen I grabbed the seventeen And I took the block from my big niggas Its some niggas around me that act real But I ain't never seen one real nigga A lot of rap niggas around me signed Trying to turn me up so I can get bigger So it's fuck them You got a chain, better tuck it I was posted up on that block nigga It was war time, it was busting Niggas play that role on that Instagram straight cuffing Its fuck a bitch, I don't love her And if I love the bitch I don't trust her She suck me up with no sucker On six hundred no duckin Ain't sneak dissing on nobody But when I was in the field they wasn't, sucka Ride up on a opp's block And catch a nigga with they pants down Knew Lil Jay ain't want war I heard the lil nigga dance now Grew up in them projects Then I jumped straight on that block shit Ridin around with Cdai and Rondo they on hot shit Know a couple rappers that rap about it But they ain't never really shot shit Say they manning up and they bandin up Them card crackers get got quick [Verse 4: 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 I'm a young nigga I be gettin' money Take your bitch from you And these niggas don't get no respect I'ma stay 100 till 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'ma 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, and 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