Chiraq (NuskiMix)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: OTF NuNu] I started rappin' these niggas hatin' They mad as hell and I ain't even made it Only real niggas, my niggas hitters They drilling shit with no conversation Got a hand gun shooting chopper shells You can try to run bet you won't make it You in love with hoes, I'm in love with money That's the only time you can catch me cakin' O-T-F we a empire We blowing up, It's a domination Got hitters for your hitters, my niggas be with it Money on my mind so I gotta go get it Niggas want war? they can start, I'ma finish Gotta keep my shells no time for a witness Tweak with the squad that's bad for your buisness Guns like the army we some' like a menace Mixing that lean I'm some' like a chemist And I started from the bottom from the Rags to the Riches Snitching on the guys, you'll die, fuck stitches Got wholes in the tec, I ain't worried about glitches Straight from the gutter in the hood of the trenches Play with the gang, fuck wet, I'ma drench you Running this game first down, couple innings Got a motherfucking broom never did like witches (4x) Real niggas stand up, broke niggas band up Bitch this Chiraq where yo ten niggas might fuck around and switch up Where that twitter beef will get a nigga killed so if you talking shit, strap up Where a lot of niggas wanna tote the strap but when it's drill time they won't bust Got blood all on my loafers Them guns cocked for them roaches I'm turning up, making boss moves, got music all on Pandora This our year and you know it My cars came with a chauffeur We smoking leaves, no clovers And them fried niggas expose them My pistol on me, don't touch me Finessing game so don't trust me Them bullets hit him, they skinned his head Better thank God you got lucky Double cup, can't see the ice So you know my shit a lil muddy Christian Lewis about fifteen hunnid So you know the bottle a look bloody OTF we the money team, a couple boss niggas getting money Bro-ski ass used to torch the Opps can't believe they took J-money Can't trust bitches, I know the game They do anything for that money Bitch this Chiraq, not the Windy City Where we catch you off and it get ugly