Chiraq To LA lyrics

[Intro]
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[Verse 1: Tyga]
Know some Hoover n*ggas that's down to ride
For a homicide, when its drama time
n*ggas thinkin' that they MCs
Can't get touched, well its hammer time
Who the f*ck is Lil Durk?
I dust you like ash and purp
Your flow wack, my flow crack
Got marble floors, your floors crack
Got rap sh*t, mice traps
These n*ggas broke, need ankle wraps
Don't ride around in LA, if you ain't come on the jet with the strap
My n*ggas 52 Orange roofs, orange coupes, Ciroc orange juice
Trel said f*ck all you, my OG Chimp out soon
H rat, shout out ScHoolboy Q, still my dog
You're a real one, I owe you
Shot at them n*ggas when you heard the news
If your daughter ever need something, don't hesitate I got you
Posted up on sunset at the House Of Blues like it's all cool
Might get trapped in Vegas too, call Mally Mall he with Big U
I might be in Bel Air, still got n*ggas in the field
20 million, LK real
With Yeezus in that SLR, T Raw upper echelon
No Lil Jets just G5's
Free CB, H Rat, Lil Punch and baby Nitty
My Maybach cost 2 chickens, you ain't got one? Don't talk my language
I’m king sh*tting on yo b*tch
Southpaw and we in the gym
Tryna be a baller? End up like Flip in "Above The Rim"
You too small like Smeagol
I’m swatting the mosquito
I’ll put you under the earth now it’s a garden on your tombstone
You sh*t stain teenagers, barely teething on hundos
I'll hold you like the slave you are, all my whips mayo
You from Illinois? I'll bring the noise
You ain't platinum? Don’t talk to me. Grammy nominated? Don't talk to me
20 Million? Don’t talk to me
It's levels to this sh*t boy, you basement? Don't talk to me
You want the fame? I'll take your name and that weak b*tch you fall asleep with!
[Verse 2: The Game]
Ain't got no time for this rap sh*t, Blood Money, Cash Money
Ain't got no time for this rap sh*t, Cash Money, Blood Money
Ain't got no time for this rap sh*t, rap money, drug money
I'm straight n*gga, straightjacket!
Yo Trel let a n*gga hit him with a ratchet
Big U let a n*gga get some matches
I'ma torch the building this La Familia
Pull up and spin a n*gga backwards
Light it up, smoke a n*gga like a Backwood
(Gotta channel DMX)
Coming through with my dogs (grrrrrr)
That chopper going through walls
This beef sh*t? That's me sh*t. Pull up bangin' that Meek sh*t
That monster truck pull up side of that Benz?
(n*ggas ain't saying nothin')
Choppers aimed at yo whip, n*gga!
(n*ggas ain't saying nothin')
Cash Money, Family Hustle like Tip, n*gga!
(n*ggas ain't saying nothin')
Come through, few Bloods, few Crips, n*gga!
(n*ggas ain't saying nothin')
T Raw? I got you, don't trip, n*gga!
First off lemme go on 40 Glocc again
Talk about my kids on Instagram?
n*gga must wanna get his ass socked again!
Tell a lie like I pulled out a Glock on him
Don't make me resurrect Pac again!
You ScHoolboy like Kendrick and Top and them
Have a b*tch n*gga running to the cops again
It's all Gucci Mane, Waka Flock and them
(Green Light)
That mean go n*gga, if you ever see this ho n*gga, on mama n*gga it's a
(Green Light)
From where my n*gga died to Riverside, even your n*ggas know it's a
(Green Light)
Better run through the red ones, f*ck around and be a dead one
(Jump in the middle of beef, cause I don't like no one)
(Step behind these bars and I don't write not one)
(n*ggas bumping they lips but they don't like no guns)
(Just close your eyes and that light gon' come)
I don't f*ck with no new n*ggas, they like to sue, no woo n*gga
Tyga hit me like "Durk dissing"
Dirk Nowitzki? Dirk who n*gga?
Never heard of these n*ggas
Some of the nerve of these n*ggas
Don't make me put on burgundy n*gga
Let the AK [gunshots] I'm serving these n*ggas
Yo T raw, time to murder these n*ggas
Black suburban these n*ggas
I'm taking b*tches, I'm taking chains, yeah I'm Young Bergin' these n*ggas
Ain't start making guns when they made you n*gga
Ain't no Jayhawk but I'll K you n*gga
And I know Hoovers, I know 60s
(I know Westside Pirus, n*ggas down to die too)
Move in on them 50s
(I got n*ggas on west and the Southside of Chi too)
Pull up in an 87 Cutlass
Throwing bullets like Jay Cutler
f*ck this, what's this? n*ggas talking all that f*ck sh*t, tough sh*t
Put a n*gga on like Trukfit
I know Lil Wayne, I know Lil Reese
I know Lil Herb, I know Lil Keef
I know Lil Boosie, that n*gga free like this ass whooping
Come f*ck with me, I got hands, I got bands
Got damn I am what I am
.45 go blam with no jam
Bring a n*gga Vietnam, let's go ham
n*ggas runnin' out of ham, let's go spam
n*gga dip through your set like Killa Cam
I'm talkin' to the man, with no fans
This is a DM with no gram
Ridin' through the Chi, ain't ever seen Oprah
Hit a 300 with my little n*gga Sosa
Brown paper bag, sippin' on a Four Loko
n*gga get love, I ain't talkin' 'bout The Notebook
n*ggas got killers out here, west side, they feel us out here
Like Weasel Sims and Chicago, realest out here
Old man and the capitol hill is out here
On the low end, all my BD n*ggas bring the dope in
BD twins locked up in the feds and my n*gga Bump J, hold your head
If you getting money n*gga hold your bread
Rock my Pelle P like L.E.P., them Bogus Boys? They f*ck with me
I f*ck with stones till I OD'
69, Seven Deuce
Marshalville I mean Murderville
Yellow G, gave me a b*tch off of Damen Ave I use her to kill
She from the Chi, but she ain't shy
She ain't never met a n*gga who can't die
I'm so Southside I'm so Northside
I'm so Westside, n*gga "Ain't I?"
Got more n*ggas in the Chi than Jay
(Chi than Jay)
I might be more Chi Town than Ye'
(Chi Town than Ye')
I'm on the low end with my n*gga Parkay
(with my n*gga Parkay)
And he A GD, but it's free Bump J
4CH but I'm like Barksdale in this Shark Tale
OG like a car sale
Chopper spins, you do cartwheels
Lil Durk under a lil dirt
(And nobody knows you)
Dis ain't what they want!
(Nobody knows you)
(b*tch I thought that was Future's song!)
(I'm bout to show you)
You done caught yourself a Little L dog
(Man nobody knows you)
You heard of Lil Durk?
n*gga, hell nah!