Chi-raq (freestyle) lyrics

[Joey Fatts: verse 1]
Know a couple n*ggas thats down to ride
Murk a n*gga for a burger and fries
Turn your block to a genocide
Cause n*ggas hungry ain't sh*t inside
Bad b*tch with my di*k inside
Blue carpet when a crip arrive
You a target if you switchin' sides
n*ggas get to sparkin' that forty five
My tiny n*ggas hop out dumpin'
Travis Barker with that drummin'
Shoot a hundred rounds, its nothin'
n*gga gon buy more shells in the mornin', i'm on it
Servin' enemy-gos n*ggas know my steelo
Catch you out while you with your peoples, shoot up your gazebo
Cutthroat, cutthroat, n*ggas goin' for the guts though
If you ain't tryin' to f*ck ho, what you tryin' to stay in touch for
Got bad b*tch, I don't cuff those
Stash spot where the cups go
If a n*gga try to load a bus ima send them shells by the bus load
I f*ck hoes, smoke dro, and get doe
Walk in like I need those
Treat a n*gga house like a convenient store
Rob a n*gga
Dessert eagle shell like a rocket n*gga
Can't fit that sh*t in my pocket n*gga
Probably knock my arm out its socket n*gga
But bet you ima still gon' pop a n*gga
Stop it n*gga, you ain't no sh*t
n*ggas with no matters ain't got no clips
b*tch be so mad ain't got no sense
n*ggas ain't got no balance can't stand this b*tch
My money up, team strong, my guns big
I always burn em like gonorreha
I'm the wrong n*gga to f*ck with