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bbg – chiraq (freestyle) lyrics

[intro]
yeah, b-b-g, n-gga
this ain’t no m-th-f-ckin’ chiraq, n-gga
we got a lot of straps, we got a lot of gats, n-gga
and we catch a lot of rack, n-gga
b-b-g

[verse 1: bbg spook]
b-b-g the team
of course i’m the f-cking captain
every time i turn around i’m hearing sh-t about n-ggas chappin’
everybody know d-mn well
you a f-cking fraud, that n-gga acting
everybody know d-mn well
my brother shoots, we do the clappin’
a couple months ago (d-mn)
everything was f-cking cool
now you see us, in the mix
we k!lling sh-t, making moves
getting money, busting glocks
nothing you can f-cking tell us
hating all on instagram
my b-tch is like, “he f-cking jealous!”
how the f-ck you hate on that
and you was tryin’ to get a song with ’em
now your friend, acting like
like like you don’t even get along with ’em
you seen us in the booth with ’em
you mad just cause we cool with ’em?
hating -ss, bitter n-ggas
f-ck is we gon’ do with ’em
you mad cause we just cool with n-ggas?
dawg, that’s just hood sh-t
n-ggas watchin, n-ggas lookin’
like like, like oh sh-t
that boy spook, he f-cking wild
dawg, he don’t never chill
i never been that type to bite
my f-cking tongue, and i never will
n-ggas got a lot of beef
that they ain’t never f-cking handle
but they throwin’ shade on us
like god d-mn, it’s a f-cking scandal
every beef i ever had
just know that sh-t got f-cking handled
say my name in your f-cking rap
so you know that that’s a f-cking gamble
n-ggas know that spook deal
n-ggas know i keep it real
you throw shots, i throw ’em back
and i don’t give a f-ck if you with your girl
that’s what it, comes down
that’s just what it boils to
we young n-ggas, we shinin’ hard
and i know that sh-t just boils you
be sick when i come home
i need a glock with a f-ckin’ lad
i got thirty shots in my f-cking glock
and right now, dawgs, it don’t even matter
i’m getting money
f-cking b-tches
tell them haters leave me be
i’m throwing hoops, i’m dishing rock
my n-ggas call me cp3
i only rock one setting
one hood, one street
that’s one hood, that’s one block
that’s one set, no not three
that one block that i f-cking rock
that’s just where my n-ggas be
that’s one set, that’s one block
that’s one street, and that’s bbg

[verse 2: timmy d]
everybody who i’m with
strapped down with ar’s and macs
first n-gga get outta line
get mopped up with this thirty clip
n-ggas talkin’ this bullsh-t
when i see n-ggas we sayin’ sh-t
we the same n-ggas, no f-ck boys
smoke a lotta good, we makin’ noise
bbg n-gga, we the winning team
n-gga and i touched a lotta green
and i f-cked a lotta hoes
you n-ggas don’t do it how we do it
36 oh, that’s a brick n-gga
and the claims are coming like wal-mart
yo, spook and me writing from the start
we don’t care what’s happnin’ just know we clappin
when the tappin’ is with the action
all my n-ggas they shoot us, n-gga
all my n-ggas we move, n-gga
f-ck around with y’all ho n-ggas
[inaudible] in your trees, n-gga
surfed up, we ain’t done
perked up and i’m racked up
summertime, we gon’ strap up

[verse 3: muga meech]
back block, we don’t f-ck around (we don’t)
free baby ‘fore the touch down
backed in, b-tch would let me f-ck
got me all up in them guts now
imma f-ck a b-tch, where them l1cks at
dawg gotta stick, we gon’ hit that
and we bringin’ around pounds like a kit-kat
probably be there ‘fore we get back
i bomb sh-t, no tnt
we checking sh-t, say cnp
what’s on my grind, that’s all the time
got a meech on the sides that’s satisfied
b-tch all you got was dennis rod
them days in the [inaudible]
all them shootoffs we done survive
flow [inaudible]
[inaudible]
d-mn my n-ggas, they down to ride
come at me, that’s a homicide
come a n-gga bullet he fishin’ for the ride
got money, power, enemy ‘spect
[inaudible], when i roll the dice
me and quaddy goon tryna talk about life
when i be on the lean, he checks with a sprite

[interlude: quaddy goon]
man, y’all never get me on sh-t like i can’t rap
hey, yo, [?] cut the f-cking beat back on before spook get back

[verse 4: quaddy goon]
qu-qu-quaddy goon’s up in the mix
i’m bustin tracks, i’m hitting l1cks
any problem i’m coming over
they coming through, they drillin sh-t
text your b-tch, she coming through
she coming through, she sucking d-ck
suck my d-ck so good, i’m like “god d-mn, you dirty b-tch”
you dirty b-tch, you dirty b-tch, ho, you never even heard of this
young n-gga, spitting bars, when i hop on tracks i be hurtin’ sh-t
ho you don’t even know me, ho, you don’t even know spook
ridin’ ’round in that challenger, turnin’ up in that coupe
getting money, f-cking b-tches, that’s just what we do
you already know the team, b.b.g. my crew

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