Chiraq (Remix) lyrics - Lil Durk (feat. Edai, Lil Herb & OTF Nunu)

 [Verse 1: Lil Durk]

Niggas say me and Sosa beefin' but we both eatin', but only one keep it

Told Law he take 15 years, every crime we did we gon Keep It Secret

Can't Tweet Teyana corporate nigga lookin, so what I’m on I gotta Keep It Secret

That face no Stevie no Mimi, I promise Teyana that I won't leak it

Gripped the 30 just cashed out, if you caught stripping, then you assed out

I'm the same nigga that my city asked about while you in the cut steady buying clout

Fuck the judge, let 9 out, hairpin trigger, let 9 out

Four birds in the trap like

4 wings at Harold’s with fries covered in mild sauce

Everytime a nigga rap beef, get clapped up in a couple weeks

IG comments and a couple tweets, __cpLocation on we can go and meet

Headshot, I'm outta town, I'm in Killadelphia with my nigga Meek

Pop a wheelie in N-Y-C I got the 30 on with my nigga, Flee

Heard Tyga sneak dissing on me, tell them thot bitches I'm not right

Tyga only got one name but that nigga ain't got one stripe

He backpack, so easy to get the nigga shit snatched

Ask Marly Marl to get his shit back

In Chiraq, don't come here

You ain't from here? Don't come here!

Cause shorty snipin', bag on him if he don't like this

No Young Chop, that .40 bangs, just like him

30 punch like Tyson

Back to the rap flow, hot shit

Fuck I gotta rap for, got bricks

Every city I go, got sticks

Pockets Wells Fargo, no bricks

Say I'm on top now, no shit

You can never say I, wife shit

I don't even like shit

I just pipe shit

One night shit

LA with killas and thuggers

New York SlowBucks them my brothers

A-T-L with Migos and Young Thugger

We gonna shoot up in public

And they gotta urge to take

Chiraq, look at the murder rate

500 dead bodies, better go and get money 'fore you be on first 48


[Verse 2: OTF NuNu]

I started rappin these niggas hatin'

They mad as hell and I ain't even made it

Only real niggas

My niggas hitters

They drilling shit with no conversation

Got a hand gun shooting chopper shells

You can try to run bet you won't make it

You in love with hoes, I'm in love with money

That's the only time you can catch me cakin'

O-T-F we a empire

We blowing up, It's a domination

Got hitters for your hitters

My niggas be with it

Money on my mind so i gotta go get it

Niggas want war? they can start, I'm gonna finish

Gotta keep my shells no time for a witness

Tweak with the squad that's bad for your buisness

Guns like the army we something like a menace

Mixing that lean I'm something like a chemist

And I started from the bottom

From the Rags to the Riches

Snitching on the guys, you'll die, fuck stitches

Got wholes in the tec, I ain't worried about glitches

Straight from the gutter in the hood of the trenches

Play with the gang, fuck wet, I'm gonna drench you

Running this game first down, couple innings

Got a motherfucking broom never did like witches (4x)

Real niggas sign up

Broke niggas band

Bitch this Chiraq

Where yo ten year niggas might fuck around and switch up

Where that twitter beef will get a nigga killed so if you talking shit, strap up

Where a lot of niggas wanna tote the strap but when it's drill time they won't bust

Got blood all on my loafers

Them guns cocked for them roaches

I'm turning up, making boss moves, got music all on Pandora

This our year and you know it

My cars came with a chauffeur

We smoking leaves, no clovers

And them fried niggas expose them

My pistol on me, don't touch me

Finessing game so don't trust me

Them bullets hit him, they skinned his head

Better thank God you got lucky

Double cup, can't see the ice

So you know my shit a lil muddy

Christian Lewis about fifteen hundred

So you know the bottle a look bloody

OTF we the money team

A couple boss niggas getting money

Bro-ski yea used to torch the Opps can't believe they took Jay money

Can't trust bitches, I know the game

They do anything for that money

Bitch this Chiraq, not the windy city

Where we catch you off and it get ugly


[Verse 3: Edai]

Six Hundred shit

Man I really spit about situations I live nigga

When I was seventeen I grabbed the seventeen

And I took the block from my big niggas

Its some niggas around me that act real

But I ain't never seen one real nigga

A lot of rap niggas around me signed

Trying to turn me up so I can get bigger

So it's fuck them

You got a chain, better tuck it

I was posted up on that block nigga

It was war time, it was busting

Niggas play that role on that Instagram straight cuffing

Its fuck a bitch, I don't love her

And if I love the bitch I don't trust her

She suck me up with no sucker

On six hundred no duckin

Ain't sneak dissing on nobody

But when I was in the field they wasn't, sucka

Ride up on a opp's block

And catch a nigga with they pants down

Knew Lil Jay ain't want war

I heard the lil nigga dance now

Grew up in them projects

Then I jumped straight on that block shit

Ridin around with Cdai and Rondo they on hot shit

Know a couple rappers that rap about it

But they ain't never really shot shit

Say they manning up and they bandin up

Them card crackers get got quick


[Verse 4: Lil Herb]

Know a couple niggas that's down to ride

For a homicide when it's drama time

Run up on a nigga with the llamas flyin'

Leave his loved ones all traumatized

One-fifty I'm really with it

I'll drop his ass and then forget it

I'm the man round my side of town

Might see a bitch and forget I hit it

I'm a young nigga I be gettin' money

Take your bitch from you

And these niggas don't get no respect

I'ma stay 100 till I'm 6 under

Matter fact I gotta keep it 150

For every nigga that's gon' come with me

I'm on Roc Block with a new semi and a blue Bentley it do 160

Smoke a lot a of weed

Like fuck kidneys, put a dutch in me

Got a 40 on me, I don't trust any

And if any nigga ever try to end me

I'ma die shooting prayin' God forgive me

You too busy hating you can't get no paper, why are y'all so silly?

Straight killers I can call so many

I don't love no bitches but my mom, my sister, and my gun and Nicki

I'm in Hollywood came from Kingston Food

Shorties standing in the streets with tools

Where I'm from we don't play no games

Ain't no April fools, you will make the news

Where I hang we don't say no names

If you talk to cops I stay away from you

Keep your mouth shut in them investigations

You'll be out the station in a day or two

Dedication and a little patience

Lead to domination on my way to greatness

Don't put yourself up in a situation

Puttin' my relations in your conversations

Shoot a opposition with no hesitation

You get my position then you better take it

Know some young bulls from a while back

Tryna leave the game but they never made it

I got old shit, killin' your shit

On a couple tracks I just never played it

Pussy nigga you don't want war

I got old clips bitch I'm Baron Davis

Pussy nigga you don't want war

I got old clips bitch I'm Baron Davis

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