[Hook]You fuck around get smokedYou fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked, niggaYou fuck around get smoked[Verse 1: Meek Mill]Uh, niggas know the rules in my hood, if you touch me, you get murkedWe ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' firstG-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when you in the ChurchMomma stresses, selling dinner platers, tryna get your casket, and get ya hearseLast nigga that slid on us, got dropped on it, he told on usEvery nigga you see with me got ice on 'em, bank rolls on usNaw, nigga no 1 on 1's we don't fight fair, we just roll on 'emV-S stones and cuban linx, all that ice wear with that gold on 'emWe ain't swinging no flag, niggaWe ain't need no pass, niggaGlock 40 with a 30 clip and laser on it, play tag with usEverybody wanna talk bricks 'till them feds, swoop in and grab niggasDream chasers got into something, we don't never bleak cause we trash niggasI don't know if y'all heard about my homie doing that 30 outDeen Buck still in the cut and stay fittin' to let Ernie outI ain't even gotta say nothin' 'bout that other homie that you heard aboutCause if he heard about the truth, run your mouthHe come to your house and start swervin' outCatch me in Y-C, out Shadyville, I'm in the tankOnly time this Manhattan when I'm in the booth or I'm in the bankSummertime in La Marina with Dominicans going in the paintPullin' up screamin' Dimelo catch you in Brooklyn, get pita rolled puss![Hook][Verse 2: Lil Durk](Yeah, Meek what up? Bang!Oh, man in Chiraq!)Niggas say me and Sosa beefin' but we both eatin', but only one keepin'Told L'A he take 15 years, every crime we did we gon Keep It SecretCan't Tweet Teiona cooperates nigga loooki?, so what I’m on I gotta Keep It SecretDeath ace no Stevie no Mimi, I promise Teiona that I won't leakGripped the 30 just cashed out, if you caught stripping, then you assed outI'm the same nigga that my city asked about while you in the cut steady (?)Fuck the judge, let 9 out, hairpin trigger, let 9 outFour birds in the trap like4 wings at Harold’s with fries covered in mild sauceEverytime a nigga rap beef, get clapped up in a couple weeksIG comments and a couple tweets, location on we can go and meetHeadshot, I'm outta town, I'm in Killadelphia with my nigga MeekPop a wheelie in N-Y-C I got the 30 on with my nigga, FleeHeard Tyga sneak dissing on me, tell them thot bitches I'm not rightTyga only got one name but that nigga ain't got one stripeHe backpack, so easy to get the nigga shit smackedAsk Marly Marl to get his shit backIn Chiraq, don't come hereYou ain't from here? Don't come here!Cause shorty snipin', bag on him if he don't like thisNo Young Chop, that .40 bangs, just like him30 punch like TysonBack to the rap flow, hot shitFuck, gotta raffle, got bricksEvery city I go, got sticksPockets Wells Fargo, no bricksSay I'm on chop now, no shitYou can never say I, wife shitI don't even like shitI just pipe shitOne night shitOut here with killas and thuggersNew York slow bullet to my brothersA-T-L me go and Young ThuggerWe gonna shoot up in publicAnd they gotta urge to takeChiraq, look at the murder rate500 dead bodies, better go and get money 'fore you be on first 48[Verse 3: Shy Glizzy]We wear red bottoms and Phillip LimEverybody trynna get a hold of himBad bitches, they be at Benny'sI knock ‘em down like bowling pinsFeds snatch me, I don’t know themReal nigga, on 4 and themYoung Jefe, Knew Soulja SlimHangin’ out the tank with Slow and themCome take a trip to D.CHear a lot of Me and GGI’m the big dogI’m ringing offLike Mambo Sauce on a 3 Piece“Glizzy, Why you ain’t D.C.?""Who said I ain’t D.C.?"Fuck ya bitch to my CDShe lemme record her like MimiA nigga playin', it’s lights outOo, Shyne got me iced outStay low, cause the mice outYou only get fly when the Mikes outWait till it get nice outTell Chino bring the bikes outGot 50 guns in my trap houseYou better off fucking with the White HouseI’m the realest youngin' in the fucking worldI got plenty money, I got plenty girlsGot the Villa for the week, got fifteen freaksAnd they all wanna go for a fucking swirl[?] marble pealsGlock 23, treat her like my girl357, that bitch just twirlMake him catch our shit like Fitzgerald[Hook]Suggest Chi-Raq lyrics corrections Meek Mill
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