Chicago to Memphis (feat. G Herbo)

歌詞

Nigga fuck Fuck nigga, fuck nigga, fuck nigga (Run that back, Playboi) Raise the murder rate Anytime a nigga play, we raise the murder rate Broad day, let thirty shots off and we skrrt away Park the car, don't drop off, I be front line when it pop off When it's crunch time, make it hot sauce Homicide gon' tape his block off Let the Glock off, knock ya top off, aye Watch 'em fly away Tryna stay up out them streets, I had to fly away Momma pray I'm too deep in the streets to stop, I can't Really rich, I woke up, thought to buy that watch, I ain't I bank at five banks In my hood, I'm hall of fame I'm on that nine rank Changed the game up, showed my niggas how to play, I got away Still ain't put that fye away, you wanna die, just try today My mind right, I'm flying straight I probably walk away Plus I know you niggas hoes, just act tough and talk away Eighteen, got sacked up and strapped up just off a play And I ain't hiding, I'm in LA, I'm in that Lamb', I'm at valet Aye, switch out the tags and the VIN 'cause I wanna spin again Couple shots in the FN and the rest of 'em in his friend Ain't enough money in this world that will make me cross a friend Ain't enough loyalty in this world for you to comprehend Freaky bitch, I beat her back until it bend and it break Gave me head up in the 'Cat, I put the police on the chase Came in her mouth, got away and still ain't ever hit the brakes Asked her was she fine, she said her hair fucked up but she okay I'm as cutthroat as it get and I'm 'bout grimy as a ho Glizzy gotta match my fit or I ain't steppin' out the door Thirty shots, it wasn't enough so I got fifty at the most Scratch the serial up out this bitch, now both of y'all a ghost Get my jewelry from flawless diamonds but my bitch go to Wafi Might get a Urus on perfect timing just to say I bought it Niggas weird, they slick dissin' on me and damn right, I caught it A couple weeks later, we had his mama pickin' coffins This that shit that have you goin' a hundred on the e-way Stop the car, let me out, I left him layin' on the freeway Got niggas shooting behind and after me like it's a relay Blow his candles at his candle light, call it a murder bday Fuck the score board, nigga, you can check the stat sheet Run shit down like Sha'Carri in a track meet Put 'em in the backseat, then kill 'em on the backstreet Two shooters a tag team, his noodles on concrete Nigga, business is what he standing on Bullets hit his back, tell 'em show it off like it's Vlone Few things I don't play about money, and respect, and my jawns You see me, might play around but I got bodies on my dome Shot a nigga at fifteen, I never looked back since Slam a dunk a opp, my arm in the rim like I'm Vince Purple bandana, purple outfit, Purple Rain like I'm Prince I'm a money-making nigga but I can't go out like Mitch I bet them bullets change the subject Why you stop sucking my dick, bitch? You seen I ain't nut yet Niggas can talk all they want, I still ain't been touched yet Brodie tell me chill, he know I kill, but nigga, fuck that 'Cause if ion get 'em, they got me If ion fill 'em they bodied, put 33 in them Scottie, no Pippen Them bullets hit 'em, inject him, we fill 'em like penicillin We put niggas past the ceiling and the sky, giving God a visit Murder, murder, kill it, kill it Dirty thirty filled what's it in For certain, I'm merking the person thinking that I ain't with it Close the curtain, hospital visits, we flat Lining them bitches, double back Nine of them niggas hit up his spine, now he Crippin'