ASAP Ant - Chiraq lyrics
rate me(ft. Chynna, Lil B)
Nigga trying, we’re outside
Triple double ya bench ride
Washed up yall get tired
talk shit get the bullets flying
Body bag,you hear the sirens
Kanye West’s mouth wide
White chalk, he dying
Tuesday, his mom’s crying
Look on the field, I’m the line
Walking lick gold chain diamond.
From Baltimore, where the bullets flying
Loud pack over night dropping
One hit wonders keep flopping
Magic flow, Mary Poppins
Rafidites I’m flying.
Rafidites I’m flying.
Who told bitches it’s playtime?
If I come around than it's spray time
Yeah the bitch talk big hitting
But her money smaller than my waistline
Everybody know that I’m running shit
When they see me, they’re running this shit.
Dumb hoes who run errands
I run up, and they run in,
Cause I told niggas not to fuck with me,
Told niggas, stop provoking me
Hard to deal with the guerilla and mafia
Put it where your money was supposed to be.
Sick in these streets, into illing the beasts
... I share that thing faded,
I thought of all the shots when they’re doing me,
And I bust all these back, they said, nigga shit made it!
Nigga trying, we’re outside
Triple double ya bench ride
Washed up yall get tired
talk shit get the bullets flying
Body bag,you hear the sirens
Kanye West’s mouth wide
White chalk, he dying
Tuesday, his mom’s crying
Look on the field, I’m the line
Walking lick gold chain diamond.
From Baltimore, where the bullets flying
Loud pack over night dropping
One hit wonders keep flopping
Magic flow, Mary Poppins
Rafidites I’m flying.
Rafidites I’m flying.
Drink Lean, Promethazine, Actavis, Blue Dream
Smoking backwoods collard greens
Pull to the scene, girls scream.
Tour bus... main focus, money pilin
Go to the scene, panties dropping
Gotta leave, ain’t swallow.
These niggas wants rap beef
Turn rap beef to lunch meat
Creep in while you sleep,
Headshots, no feet
Young Thug getting light curtain
Deep thought, all perks,
J Kid profound my shirt,
Shoot up your church
Tell her lift upskirt
Try to fuck, world tour
Dick in her mouth, when she slurp
Pussy nigga, where your skirt
And that talking get you murdered
Need a pass on my turf
Leave you six feet under dirt, bitch!
Who told bitches it’s playtime?
If I come around than it's spray time
Yeah the bitch talk big hitting
But her money smaller than my waistline
Everybody know that I’m running shit
When they see me, they’re running this shit.
Dumb hoes who run errands
I run up, and they run in,
Cause I told niggas not to fuck with me,
Told niggas, stop provoking me
Hard to deal with the guerilla and mafia
Put it where your money was supposed to be.
Sick in these streets, into illing the beasts
... I share that thing faded,
I thought of all the shots when they’re doing me,
And I bust all these back, they said, nigga shit made it!
Ready you .. you’re on your way by it,
You’re fucking around and get broke.
These bitches must think that the shit kamikaze
You’re fucking around and get slaughtered.
The subliminal lines .. criminal minds
I’ll kill you if I could snatch you.
It’s like every less bitch wanna hop on my dick
And they hit me with lines like “I’m different!”
I’m on go time like it’s no time,
You’re on hold time, it ain’t no time
I’m on drug time, so that’s slow time
I got no co-signs, cause my....
Bitches be talking camaraderie shit
But them bitches come robbing me shit
Is what it is like I’m horny and shit
.. starting to hit, and you look like a lip
Looking for... you look like a brick
Only 19 for... shit
Shit might be dangerously, be more legit
But I’m asking you the shit...
Thanks to Scuba_Steven for correcting these lyrics
