In Chicago lyrics

I had to run my guap up
These broke ass n*ggas tryna catch up
Boy you look like yo ass got asthma
You sayin thats yo b*tch but i ain't ask ya
n*gga ima still smash her
Then i gotta go casper
Trappin out an Uber in Atlanta
12 pull me over get no answers
Bad asian b*tch her name Anna
She whippin up that Hannah Montana
Glock on my side like Tom Clancer (Clancy)
It paint a n*gga red like he Santa
PLUG
I just dropped a xan in this fanta, and it got me fallin over
Your b*tch ride my di*k like a coaster
Then she hop off like a sofa
Baby im that n*gga thought i told ya
These bandz in my pcoket they can't fold up
She tryna suck me up im like hollup
I can't trust no thottie
Im flexing while im grippin on this shotty
My traphouse jumpin like Jeff Hardy
Ive been up for days off this molly
This sh*t got me geekin in the party
I f*cked this n*gga b*tch i ain't sorry
All these n*ggas play is games like Atari
n*ggas always talk but ain't gon' do nothing
Glock with a drum tec red beam
Hollows hit yo body rip yo damn spleen
This hoe hit my phone she dont want none
f*cking all these b*tches feel like Brian Pump
All I know is stunt call me Stone Cold
I just got a check hella zeros
I did all this sh*t In Chicago