zeek p - va to chiraq lyrics
know a couple n-ggas thats down to ride
for a homicide when its drama time
no chit chat
no talkin n-gga
glock 40s letting choppers fly
real rap, they shooting sh-t
and they don’t even wanna fight mane
no one on ones my daddy said
that sh-t ain’t really right mane
f-ck a fight, they straight jumping
ain’t that some sh-t?
thats why i stay strapped with that 4-5
if a n-gga ever wanna trip
if a n-gga ever wanna talk
he gonna get smacked with this sh-t
if a n-gga ever wanna pop
he gonna get clapped with this clip
like audience, they applauding him
bad b-tches steady calling him
leave me alone and don’t call again
all i want is benjamin
franklin my n-gga, ill ride for him and ill k!ll for him
said franklin my n-gga, ill lie for him and ill steal for him
because he was the only one that had my back
way back when, when i ain’t have a back
when va was still hating on me
b-tch n-ggas ain’t have my back
when i got into it with the blood n-ggas on west 5th
they ain’t have my back
and word to my dad, i was f-cked up and i was kinda mad
they was hating on me like the taliban
i was the young bull with the violent past
my old block had the hammers out
i was gonna roll with no mask
my old head told me “fall back
ima get the mac
and ima let it rap”
and best believe he got the mac
and what they do?
hauled -ss
now i got the mac and i got the stacks
hoes wanna f-ck with a n-gga now
i wonder why?
because my stack is high?
i dress fly ?
and im k!llin now?
well i got something for these p-ssies
ima f-ckem and leave em traumatized
that p-ssy get worked out like sit-ups
no exercise
i don’t show guns in my videos
i rather show them in person n-gga
never tell a man what you gonna do
because these b-tch n-ggas stay lurking n-gga
these b-tch thots stay twerkin n-gga
all on my d-ck
i be all in they cl-t
shawty screaming out my sh-t
shawty screaming out “zeek p! ”
i get my nut then i hit my l1ck
f-ck rap money man i want trap money
f-ck that money man i want cash money
like weezy f
i be the best
im carrying my state, f-ck the rest
v a
red rum
young money yawn and pusha the vet
we gonna be on like cashing a loan
no cashing no loans, we taxing on hoes
we racking them os and mailing them out
papi got bricks?
he sailing them out
like captain crunch
im stacking up much
my money tall and your money hunched
no notre dame, i caught your dame
her mouth got creamed in the back of the bus
bow!
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