Chiraq Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro:] Woman

Believe me, there's about to be a problem up in here, so hurry up and you can be gone, cause i don't want you no where around all this confusion that's getting ready to go down, it's going to be bad, it's about to be real bad, it's about to be bad

[Verse 1: Kur ]

Uh, one thing I learned in this game is these rap n*ggas ain't real at all, be real I don't pillow talk, we was on sharpneck knocking pillows off, we will pull up to your block in a rental dawg, see which one of y'all wanna get involved, put the strap in they mouth like dental floss, it make the hardest mothaf*ckas turn pillow soft. (ugh)

Okay I been in charge, serve y'all n*ggas like tennis balls, most of these rappers trying to get a name, they do anything for attention dog, 2 2 3's go through f*cking bricks, so imagine what would happen if it hit your car, trying to do a drive by you won't get that far, n*ggas act like they run it till they sh*t get parked (ugh)

You ain't know that I been hit hard, none of y'all pussies can see me n*gga, for all y'all n*ggas thats throwing shots, have the same attitude when you see me n*gga, 24k in like 4 days i told y'all that sh*t is too easy n*gga, I been sack dead on my first tape, but now everybody starting to believe me n*gga

[?] ... Kur you getting that money, I am, you don't gotta ask b*tch, I was f*cked up but ain't f*cked up no more, just walked out of sak's fifth, life is a gamble like Ocean 11 I'm strapped like I'm Brad Pitt, all of you stretched like gymnas-tics

33 shots in his Glock, (ugh) honestly, I did not come here to box, these rappers keep throwing me shots(ugh), hoping that that's gonna get them on top, I hope that they know that it's not(ugh), I hope they know thats gone' get them a box, they turning around on that Glock, they riding' my di*k I just wish they would stop, Im at Hibachi's to chef on some whole 'other sh*t, you trying to throw shrimp in my mouth, my n*ggas move out, like they ain't pay rent at they house, either you in or you out, f*ck it I'm in, [?] again, look at this blood I stepped in, my b*tch, she left me, b*tches they come and they go, next thing I'm f*cking her friend


[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Killer down, n*ggas packing 40's
Serving white and even snatching jewelry
If you old enough to cross the street
Then you old enough to get clapped shawty
If you on another block, you will get killed and even [?]
We want everything
I need the work, I need the cream
You ain't serving white
Give me all the pints, of the lean
That's a nine n*gga, what your back felt
And I swear you a b*tch n*gga
Yeah I need zero ho
You b*tchin' n*gga, don't pass out
You might die from like, fear or somethin'
And I know some n*ggas that'll let you keep your money
All they want is your designer belts
And all my n*ggas beating cases b*tch
Dumping choppers at your face lil b*tch
Hit you 40 with extended 40s
Better pray to God if you atheist
And you ain't sucking di*k [?]
Every youngin, they be smoking weed
Every old-head they be off the wavelengths
b*tches selling pus*y for a little
Just talked to bro and he just made it triple
Cause you boss, think I won't hit you
Lil Uzi, he will f*ckin' flip you
And I know a youngin playing with them knives
If I tell him go, he will f*ckin' split you
I'mma get you even if I'm with you
Don't trust none, don't f*ck none
Of these b*tches without a condom
Cause they be hotter, than the sun
They be looser, than the Goose
Got more bodies, than they mind
They sucking di*k, if you got a coupe
We ain't from uptown, [?]
I'm Omar Epps, cause I got the juice
We ain't from uptown, [?]
I'm Omar Epps, cause I got the juice
I f*ck from the back and I do not do anal
I'm beating the pus*y that sh*t looking mangled
She said "Getting money and you not the same"
If I was the same, then I would be broke
Then she told me "focus" I swear to God that the b*tch talkin' the most
She looking at me and said "You a joke"
I grabbed the b*tch, pulled down my pants, and told her to choke
All on my di*k [?]
All on my di*k, Happy Gilmore
It's all in the hips