NYC to Chi-Raq
Your love is wonderful, yeah
And I don't wanna lose you
(Grah, grah, grah, grah)
Soon as I get home (Fah, fah)
I'll make it up to you
Baby, I'll do what I gotta do
(Grah, grah, grah boom)
Soon as I get home (Grah, fah fah)
I'll make it up to you
Baby I'll do what I gotta do
Uh
My new bitch, from California
And she hornier, than a bitch
I don't fly her out to JFK
I think LaGuardia is the shit
She pretty like Mella, that bitch ain't my sister
You already know I'mma Ella the Bands like
And I got the chase, me and Cam in the bank, and we got hella bands like
I put lil' goofy in a song, me and my niggas we dissin' his man's like
And we on a mission, diminishing all of these niggas that rat to the feds like
I ball on these niggas, I'm upping the score
See me up on the board like
She making up numbers to text down my phone, bitches really be bored like
(Grah)
(Grah)
(Grah)
(Grah, grah)
Aye
(Grah, grah, boom)
Aye
Yeah, let me get started
Bitches see me and they love me regardless
Was workin' July, finna takeover August
Ballin' too crazy, I'm shooting unconscious like... Curry
I'm just gettin' the bag every time that I step on the court, no hurries
See, I'm straight from the X, where we learn to finesse, so I'm good on my money, no Worries
Nah, never go broke like
I just spend as I go, know that shit slight
Weapon heavy on me, I don't carry light
Big BX Assassin so move right
I'm on top of my game
I got a 30 with 40 I'm ready to aim
I'm feeling insane
So I'm over the body I'm tryna see brains, brains
Foe nem a lame
He ain't bout what he rap when I see em I bang, bang
I keep me a K
So if I'm getting hit then it came from a stray
I slide on my opps wit my dick in they bitch just to add a lil pressure
I emptied the glock then I added a switch just to be a lil' extra
Me and the bros be scaring the opps 'cause it make us feel better
I slid to New York just to chill with the gang 'cause I'm coolin' wherever
If foe nem start tweaking I pull that bitch out and start changing the weather
Listen, I'm a Chiraq baby
Born and raised like a Iraq baby
Give her dick say you like that baby
4.5's it'll make you fly back crazy
Dope game like we buy back 80's
Headshots it'll make you lay down lazy
Shaking shit so we call that Haiti
Gang shit you know we like that baby
You know how we coming
On foe nem grave
Gang shit niggas know we like that
Stop fucking with us, on the guys
Big BX NYC, nigga
All the way to motherfucking Chi-Raq, who really fucking with us?
Who really fucking with us?
Who really do it like us?
Huh?
(Like, like what, like how)
(Grah)
And I don't wanna lose you
(Grah, grah, grah, grah)
Soon as I get home (Fah, fah)
I'll make it up to you
Baby, I'll do what I gotta do
(Grah, grah, grah boom)
Soon as I get home (Grah, fah fah)
I'll make it up to you
Baby I'll do what I gotta do
Uh
My new bitch, from California
And she hornier, than a bitch
I don't fly her out to JFK
I think LaGuardia is the shit
She pretty like Mella, that bitch ain't my sister
You already know I'mma Ella the Bands like
And I got the chase, me and Cam in the bank, and we got hella bands like
I put lil' goofy in a song, me and my niggas we dissin' his man's like
And we on a mission, diminishing all of these niggas that rat to the feds like
I ball on these niggas, I'm upping the score
See me up on the board like
She making up numbers to text down my phone, bitches really be bored like
(Grah)
(Grah)
(Grah)
(Grah, grah)
Aye
(Grah, grah, boom)
Aye
Yeah, let me get started
Bitches see me and they love me regardless
Was workin' July, finna takeover August
Ballin' too crazy, I'm shooting unconscious like... Curry
I'm just gettin' the bag every time that I step on the court, no hurries
See, I'm straight from the X, where we learn to finesse, so I'm good on my money, no Worries
Nah, never go broke like
I just spend as I go, know that shit slight
Weapon heavy on me, I don't carry light
Big BX Assassin so move right
I'm on top of my game
I got a 30 with 40 I'm ready to aim
I'm feeling insane
So I'm over the body I'm tryna see brains, brains
Foe nem a lame
He ain't bout what he rap when I see em I bang, bang
I keep me a K
So if I'm getting hit then it came from a stray
I slide on my opps wit my dick in they bitch just to add a lil pressure
I emptied the glock then I added a switch just to be a lil' extra
Me and the bros be scaring the opps 'cause it make us feel better
I slid to New York just to chill with the gang 'cause I'm coolin' wherever
If foe nem start tweaking I pull that bitch out and start changing the weather
Listen, I'm a Chiraq baby
Born and raised like a Iraq baby
Give her dick say you like that baby
4.5's it'll make you fly back crazy
Dope game like we buy back 80's
Headshots it'll make you lay down lazy
Shaking shit so we call that Haiti
Gang shit you know we like that baby
You know how we coming
On foe nem grave
Gang shit niggas know we like that
Stop fucking with us, on the guys
Big BX NYC, nigga
All the way to motherfucking Chi-Raq, who really fucking with us?
Who really fucking with us?
Who really do it like us?
Huh?
(Like, like what, like how)
(Grah)
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Writer(s): Jevoi Latty
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