Chi-Raq - Nicki Minaj, G Herbo

Ain’t yellin' cut, when it’s shootin' time

Sign up, it’s recruitin' time

Big wigs, with a suit and tie

And them big things got two inside

Fuck wrong wit' these ho niggas?

Don’t do coke, I don’t blow niggas

I don’t tell niggas, I show niggas

And it’s never less than like four niggas

(Four-four) Four wings and some french fries

Hot sauce and ketchup nigga

He telling and he hiding

But real niggas still catch a nigga

Cop Raris?

I don’t test drive 'em

Home theaters, can’t Best Buy 'em

These niggas that I roll with

Don’t let a single thing get by 'em

King pins and them drug lords

Chi-Town, no gun laws

Broke bitches that talk shit?

Now them the bitches I stunt for

Malcolm X daughter, came at me

Lookin' ass niggas ain’t happy

Rolled out with some Latin Kings

And some eses in 'em plain khakis

Smack bitches, no smack cam

Closed fists, no back hands

Pop pussy on a hand stand

They suckin' dick like it’s band camp

Call Webb and then call Nitti

Queens niggas in, it’s all hoodies

Kidnappin' and then rob niggas

Call D-Roc for a biggie

Pussy ass little rap niggas

I fucked with real trap niggas

Pop star, icon

But I send niggas, come snatch niggas

I’m with EBK, you on EBT

Got a black nine, call it BET

School niggas, get a GED

And I tease niggas, make em B-E-G

Got a money fetish, I’ma fly to Venice

Got a big house, I can play some tennis

Lil Herb, what’s good?

I’m a bad bitch and I fuck good

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

1−50, 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 'til I’m six 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, 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

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

Gang, gang, gang shit man

You already know how I’m rocking man

This is G Herbo, shout out Nicki Minaj, you already know man

SB just gave me the .9 with the green beam

Just give me the green light

Letting niggas have it man

We pulling up anywhere wetting shit man

Got 50s in them TECs, 50s in them MACs man

30s in them Glocks, 17 shot Berettas, all that shit man

Sawed offs, pumps man what you want?

How you want it, where you want

When you want it man, let’s get it

And I ride dolo from state to state

Even when I ain’t 150 man Chiraq all the way to Queens

Let’s get it

Uh-huh, I always got a trick up my sleeve

I might give you a new trick every week

'Til this album drop, I don’t know

I figured they want some more, I’ma give you some more

Ask Webb if I wasn’t taking them trips, with 'em nigga!

Chea!