[Chorus] Let a nigga try me, try me I'ma get him gone like Illuminati Cause we ain't playing up in Chicago 30 make him yell like he a soprano Let a nigga try me, try me I'ma shoot his face like a picture ID Let them know that we ain't playing up in Chicago Lay them boys down like a lot of dominoes
[Verse 1] Pop a nigga frame like he was a garter Run up in his crib like Mr. Rogers Flip his ass quick put him in gymnastics Bitch we go to war like we being drafted Tell Lil Durk let's have a party with my lil shawtys We ain't getting drunk, but they bringing 40s I could murder with my fashion you niggas lacking About to drop a body feel like I'm contracting Better be rushing to the bank walking like a model Your man give me neck till I feel his tonsils My lil homie got the tech loaded for you bastards Bet he touch a nigga like say a pastor They say I be slaying on my Kim K, where my corset? Youngest bitch fucking up these streets like my name was North West My bitches don't want to talk like a case of strep throat We rather just get up on it, word to fucking Dej Loaf Bullets clear you out your brain now you need a mentor Blow a nigga down like he in a windstorm All I do is say the word they be running over Kill a nigga in a week call it that ebola
[Bridge] And Ohhh Way to many niggas focused on Where I be at Who I be with And what I do
[Verse 2] Take your baby out like it was his born day Leave a pussy wet like we having foreplay I'm really having shit that's why bitches mad though Have you ever seen amounts longer than your zip code? I ain't never had a problem with spending Benjies Lean upon myself, rest in peace to Pimp C Got a pocket full of notes Pay my shooter like D. Rose I could blow a couple G's Racked up no double D's May give him a taste Nigga like Muhammad, he say it's the bomb But I'm not Islamic You know I'm from the Chi, where they bang corners Heads upon the ground like we tossing quarters Talking all the tough shit, that rough shit You gone stumble up and get fucked with Can't roll with these weak hoes These niggas sweeter than duck lips Pulled up in that tinted truck They gone smoke some like ganja Doing all that dickriding, you still driving that Honda? I'm offended, stop pretending I don't play about my blood like a diabetic Fuck niggas, something I do not condone Swear to God The only thing I'm waiting onTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
