Chicago to Memphis (feat. G Herbo) (Explicit)

N***a
F**k n***a f**k n***a f**k n***a
Run that back Playboi
Raise the murder rate
Anytime a n***a 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 frontline when it pop off
When it's crunch time make him hot sauce
Homicide gon' take his block off
Let the Glock off knock yo' top off
Ayy watch him fly away
Tryna stay up out them streets I had to fly away
Mama 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 rate
Changed the game I showed my n***as how to play I got away
I got away
Still ain't put that fire away you wanna die
Just try today
My mind right I'm flying straight I prolly walk away
Plus I know you n***as h*es 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 a Lamb I'm in valet
Ayy switch out the tags and the VIN 'cause I wanna spin again
Couple shots in the FN the rest of 'em in his friend
Ain't enough money in this world that'll make me cross a friend
Ain't enough loyalty in the world for you to comprehend
Freaky b***h 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 breaks
Asked her was she fine
She said her hair f**ked up but she okay
I'm as cutthroat as it get and I'm 'bout as grimy as a ho
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 b***h now both of y'all are ghost
Brr brr brr
Get my jewelry from flawless Diamonds but my b***h go to Watkins
Go to Watkins
Might get a Urus on perfect timing just to say I bought it
N***as weird they sneak dissin' on me and downright I caught it
A couple weeks later we had his momma picking coffins
This that s**t that have you going a hunnid on the E-way
Stop the car and let me out I left him layin' on the freeway
Got n***as shooting behind and after me like its a relay
Blow his candles out his candlelight call it a murder B-day
Brrrr
F**k the scoreboard n***a you could check the stat sheet
Run s**t down like Sha'Carri in the track meet
Put him in the backseat then kill him on the backstreet
Two shooters the tag team his noodles on concrete n***a
Business is what we standing on
Bullets hit his back tell him to show it off like it's VLONE
Few things I don't play about money and respect and my drones
You see me might play around but I got bodies on my dome
Shot a n***a at fifteen I never looked back since
Slam dunk a opp my arm in the rim like I'm Vince
Purple bandanna purple outfit purple rain like I'm Prince
Crip crip crip crip crip crip
I'm a money makin' n***a but I can't go out like Mitch
Brrr brrr brrr
I bet them bullets change his subject
Why you stop sucking my d**k
B***h you seen I ain't nut yet
N***as can talk all they want I still ain't been touched yet
Brodie tell me chill he know I kill but n***a f**k that
N***a f**k that
Cause if I don't get him they got me
Brrt
If I don't feel them they body
Brrt
Put 33 in them Scottie no Pippen
Brrt
Them bullets hit him inject him he feel 'em like penicillin
We put n***as pass the ceiling in the sky giving God a visit
Murder murder killing killing
Dirty 30 filled with sinnin'
For certain I'm murkin' a person thinking that I ain't with it
I ain't with it
Close the curtain hospital visions
We flatlinin' them b***hes double back
Now that them n***as hit up his spine now he Crippin'
Brrr
Spine now he Crippin' n***a
Crip n***a
NLE the Top Shotta
Shotta
Got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Al-Qaeda
Like what man
I'll drop 'em
Man I'll slide n***a
Man I'll slide