Ye put Chicago on, I put Chiraq on
Ye put Chicago on, I put Chiraq on
Naw, for real
Thank you, thank you, thank you
We done burried some many of the guys
Got an AP, but don’t know when it’s your time
She like “Sosa, do you like fish?”, nah-uh
If she from Hong-Kong, she be eatin’ wonton
Chopsticks, [?]
Gun on you, but it’s in trunk, what the f#ck
I pulled [?] out the seat, and pump him up
You in close range, that shotgun gon’ dump you up
In the yard, these b#tches juggin’ on me
Party b#tches, juggin’ on me
Pop him and his homie
Fry they #ss, like baloney
I can buy a [?], still lonely
Every since I got money
All of these b#tches, love me
Ridin’ round in my Hellcat
He hate me, I felt that
Turn the T, I nailed that
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