ChiRaq 2 lyrics

[Verse 1: Kur]
One thing I learned in this game
Is these rap n*ggas ain't real at all
Be real, I dont pillow talk
We was on Sharpneck knocking pillows off
We will pull up on your block in a rental, dawg
See wich one of yall wanna get involved
Put the strap in they mouth like dental floss
And make the hardest motherf*ckas turn pillow soft
Ok, I been in charge
Serve yall n*ggas like tennis balls
Most of these rappers Trynna get a name
They do anything for attention dog
2-2-3 Go through f*cking bricks
So, imagine what would happen if it hit your car
Try do a drive by you won't get that far
n*ggas act like they riding till they sh*t get parked
You ain't know that I been had heart
None of yall pussies can see me n*gga
For all yall n*ggas thats throwing shots
Have the same attitude when you see me n*gga
24K in like 4 days
I told yall this sh*t is too easy n*gga
I been said that on my first tape
Now everybody starting to believe me n*gga
PRPs hang off my ass, b*tch
Kur, you gettin that money I am
You dont gotta ask, b*tch
I was f*cked up
But ain't f*cked up no more
Just walked out of Saks Fifth
Life is a gamble like ocean 11
Im strapped like i'm Brad Pitt
All of you stretch like gymnastics
33 Shots in this Glock
Honestly I did not come here to box
These rappers keep throwing these shots
Hoping thats gone get them on top
I hope that they know that they not
I hope They know it’s gon' give them a box
They try running ou out on the clock
They just riding my di*k and I wish they would stop
Im at Hibachis the chef on some whole other sh*t
He trynna throw shrimp in my mouth
My n*ggas move out
Like they ain't pay rent at their house
Either you in or you out
f*ck it, I'm in
F's on the buckles 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]
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, shorty
If you on another block
You will get killed or even taxed for it
We want everything, I need the work
I need the cream, you ain't serving white
Give me all the pints, other lean
That's a .9 n*gga what your back felt
And I swear you a b*tch n*gga, yea I need zero help
You b*tchin' n*gga dont pass out
You might die from like fear or sum
And I know some n*ggas that'll let you keep your money
All they want is your designer belt
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, then you basic then
Every youngin, they be smoking weed
Every oldhead they be off the whippets
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 a goose
Got more bodies, than they mind
They sucking di*k, if you got a coupe
Lean from uptown, lean from Allegheny
I'm Omar Epps, cause I got the juice
Lean from uptown, lean from Allegheny
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
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
For my chain paid, I'm all in her lip
For my ring paid, I'm all on my wrist
And I got the choppa that b*tch it go blackout I aim at the copper
Forty-fifth b*tch, got extended clip, that sh*t its so big like a [?]
I need me a million, matter fact, six
For me and my n*ggas, I made it assist
And that n*gga b*tch was lookin at me, and in a blink on a eye
His b*tch was my b*tch
And that is that purpleing, thats what I sip
And I pull up a [?] and I heard that you put a bean on your wrist
You dirty as sh*t
And a b*tch n*gga came up on twitter
Like I ain't got the haters
Got the killers down [?]
[?] what it cost?
It get you wacked, n*gga, thats a fact, n*gga
Tech-nine be black, n*gga
And I ain't never sneak diss, Mr. Right you will get left n*gga
[Outro]
And I ain't never sneak diss, Mr. Right you will get left n*gga
And I ain't never sneak diss, Mr. Right you will get left n*gga
And I ain't never sneak diss, Mr. Right you will get left n*gga
Brrah
Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi, Lil Uzi
Let's get it
Woo
What did you said? This some lean, n*gga