Chiraq lyrics

[Intro]
(Griselda)
Ahahahaha, uh
Yeah

[Verse 1]
n*ggas talkin' all crazy, but I know you n*ggas ain't 7-30
You n*ggas better get right with Jesus, I'm sendin' n*ggas to Heaven early
My Mac brand new out the box, but I bet I'm gettin' my weapon dirty
Fi-fifty shots in that clip, n*gga, I pull up shootin' like Stephen Curry (Brrt)
All I love is my son, nah, I don't give a f*ck about no n*gga
I-if they ain't SE Gang middle fingers to those n*ggas
I took off on them ho n*ggas, I ain't talk about it, I show n*ggas
I prove beyond a reasonable doubt that in my city I'm Hov, n*gga (Haha)
My young boys, I call 'em them pull and unload n*ggas
They pull up and unload, n*gga, 'til your f*ckin' body turn cold, n*gga (Brrt)
Ga-gas all in my swisher sweet, ai-ain't got no dutch with me
S-SK in the truck with me, you don't wanna try your luck with me
Re-real n*ggas they f*ck with me, them bad b*tches they f*cks with me
I'm a real n*gga with a big di*k, and I promise I'm tryna f*ck Nicki (Haha)
Ye-yeah, okay, go f*ck or play me, I feel like they tryna f*ckin' play me
P-PT killin' these streets, these motherf*ckers must be f*ckin' crazy
I got the streets in a f*ckin' frenzy, these DJs actin' like suckers lately
All the money I made off downloads, all the bad b*tches I been f*ckin' lately
That's why I been sayin', "f*ck 'em" lately
I-I got these streets on lock, pus*y
My b*tch bad with no make-up on, got the best head and the top pus*y (Facts)
I'ma keep it one hunnid, b*tch, if I eat the pus*y that's my pus*y (Haha)
Ba-bad b*tches, what's good? I'ma real n*gga and I f*ck good
[Chorus]
I'm down to ride when it's drama time
He violate, somebody gotta die
I been about that homicide
Killin' everybody on your momma side (Brrt)
Murder game, I'm really with it
Them crack sells (Boaw), I really did it (Boaw, facts)
I'm big homie (Boaw), in my hood (We goin' back, n*gga)
I'ma whack a n*gga and forget I did it (Haha)

[Verse 2]
You see me, I got Goose with me (Uh)
Ki-Killer Tone gon' shoot with me
Got four hoes in the coupe with me, look like a R&B group with me (Ha)
I'm Conway the Machine, n*gga
Wh-what the f*ck you gon' do with me? (Huh?)
Re-real n*ggas from BK, consider me the new Biggie
Se-seven hundred for the Supreme phones, but I only pay like two-fifty
Go-got hit with a few shells, now everywhere my tool with me (Facts)
They talk loud with my gun loud (Uh)
Dr-drink with me and I smoke sour
'Bo-'bout to pop me a triple stack and f*ck shorty for like four hours (Haha)
Real n*gga, I sold kush, I sold hard, I sold powder
Ta-talk about me on Twitter, but when I see them n*ggas they gon' coward (Ha)
Co-Conway in the f*ckin' buildin'
Re-Reject 'bout to f*ckin' kill 'em
N-no love for these rap n*ggas, they pus*y and I don't f*ckin' feel 'em (Brrt)
[Chorus]
I'm down to ride when it's drama time
He violate, somebody gotta die
I been about that homicide
Killin' everybody on your momma side (Brrt)
Murder game, I'm really with it
Them crack sells (Boaw), I really did it (Boaw, facts)
I'm big homie (Boaw), in my hood
I'ma whack a n*gga and forget I did it (Haha)

[Outro]
Yeah, ahaha
See what I'm doin', n*gga?
Ahaha, come on, man
Ayo, I'm, that's all I'm doin', all summer, n*gga, I'm givin' you n*ggas these drums, n*gga
Facts
Haha, SE is the gang, n*gga
Click-clack-boom, n*gga
Get down or lay down, n*gga, you know what it is, n*gga
n*gga, we got bags of guns, n*gga, ahahaha, yeah