Tyga - Chiraq To LA Lyrics
Tyga ft. Game – Chiraq To LA (Lil Durk Diss) Lyrics187Know some Hoover niggas that's down to rideFor a homicide, when it's drama timeNiggas thinkin' that they MCsCan't get touched, well it's hammer timeWho the ***** is Lil Durk?I dust you like ash and purpYour flow wack, my flow crackGot marble floors, your floors crackGot rap shit, mice trapsThese niggas broke, need ankle wrapsDon't ride around in LA, if you ain't come on Jet with the strapMy niggas 52 Orange roofs, orange coupes, Ciroc orange juiceTrel said ***** all you, my OG Chimp out soonH rat, shout out ScHoolboy Q, still my dogYou're a real one, I owe youShot at them niggas when you heard the newsIf your daughter ever need something, don't hesitate I got youPosted up on sunset at the House Of Blues like it's all coolMight get trapped in Vegas too, call Mally Mall he will B.I.G youI might be in Bel Air, still got niggas in the field20 million, LK realWith Yeezus in that SLR, T Raw upper echelonNo Lil Jets just G5′sFree CB, H RatLil Punch and baby NittyMy Maybach cost 2 chickens, you ain't got one? Don't talk my languageI'm king shitting on yo *****Southpaw and we in the gymTryna be a baller? End up like flipping up on the rimYou too small like SmeagolI'm swatting the mosquitoI'll put you under the earth now it's a garden on your tombstoneYou shit stain teenagers, barely teething on hundosI'll hold you like the slave you are, all my whips mayoYou from Illinois? I'll bring the noiseYou ain't platinum? Don't talk to me. Grammy nominated? Don't talk to me20 Million? Don't talk to meIt's levels to this shit boy, you basement? Don't talk to meYou want the fame? I'll take your name and that weak ***** you fall asleep with!Ain't got no time for this rap shit, Blood Money, Cash MoneyAin't got no time for this rap shit, Cash Money, Blood MoneyAin't got no time for this rap shit, rap money, drug moneyI'm straight nigga, straightjacket!Yo Trel let a nigga hit him with a ratchetBig U let a nigga get some matchesI'ma torch the building this La FamiliaPull up and spin a nigga backwardsLight it up, smoke a nigga like a Backwood(Gotta channel DMX)Coming through with my dogs (grrrrrr)That chopper going through wallsThis beef shit? That's me shit. Pull up bangin' that Meek shitThat monster truck pull up side of that Benz?(Niggas ain't saying nothin')Choppers aimed at yo whip, nigga!(Niggas ain't saying nothin')Cash Money, Family Hustle like Tip, nigga!(Niggas ain't saying nothin')Come through, few Bloods, few Crips, nigga!(Niggas ain't saying nothin')T Raw? I got you, don't trip, nigga!First off lemme go on 40 Glocc againTalk about my kids on Instagram?Nigga must wanna get his ass socked again!Tell a lie like I pulled out a Glock on himDon't make me resurrect Pac again!You ScHoolboy like Kendrick and Top and themHave a ***** nigga running to the cops againIt's all Gucci Mane, Waka Flock and them(Green Light)That mean go nigga, if you ever see this ho nigga, on mama nigga it's a(Green Light)From where my nigga died to Riverside, even your niggas know it's a(Green Light)Better run through the red ones, ***** around and be a dead one(Jump in the middle of beef, cause I don't like no one)(Step behind these bars and I don't write not one)(Niggas bumping they lips but they don't like no guns)(Just close your eyes and that light gon' come)I don't ***** with no new niggas, they like to sue, no woo niggaTyga hit me like “Durk dissing”Dirk Nowitzki? Dirk who nigga?Never heard of these niggasSome of the nerve of these niggasDon't make me put on burgundy niggaLet the AK (gunshots) I'm serving these niggasYo T raw, time to murder these niggasBlack suburban these niggasI'm taking *****es, I'm taking chains, yeah I'm Young Bergin' these niggasAin't start making guns when they made you niggaAin't no JayHawk but I'll K you niggaAnd I know Hoovers, I know 60s(I know Westside Pirus, niggas down to die too)Move in on them 50s(I got niggas on west and the Southside of Chi too)Pull up in an 87 CutlassThrowing bullets like Jay Cutler***** this. What's this? Niggas talking all that ***** shitTough shit. Put a nigga on like TrukfitI know Lil Wayne, I know Lil ReeseI know Lil Herb, I know Lil KeefI know Lil Boosie, that nigga free like this ass whoopingCome ***** with me, I got hands, I got bandsGot damn I am what I am.45 go blam with no jamBring a nigga Vietnam, let's go hamNiggas runnin' out of ham, let's go spamNigga dip through your set like Killa CamI'm talkin' to the man, with no fansThis is a DM with no gramRidin' through the Chi, ain't ever seen OprahHit a 300 with my little nigga SosaBrown paper bag, sippin' on a Four LokoNigga get love, I ain't talkin' 'bout The NotebookNiggas got killers out here, west side, they feel us out hereLike Weezel … and Chicago, realest out hereOld man and the capitol hill is out hereOn the low end, all my BD niggas bring the dope inBD twins locked up in the feds and my nigga Bump J, hold your headIf you getting money nigga hold your breadRock my Pelle P like LED, them Bogus Boys? They ***** with meI ***** with stones till I OD'69, Seven DeuceMarshalville I mean MurdervilleYellow G, gave me a ***** off of Damen Ave I use her to killShe from the Chi, but she ain't shyShe ain't never met a nigga who can't dieI'm so Southside I'm so NorthsideI'm so Westside, nigga “Ain't I?”Got more niggas in the Chi than Jay(Chi than Jay)I might be more Chi Town than Ye'(Chi Town than Ye')I'm on the low end with my nigga Par K)(With my nigga Par K)And he A GD, but it's free Bump J4CH but I'm like Barksdale in this Shark TaleOG like a car saleChopper spins, you do cartwheelsLil Durk under a lil dirt(And nobody knows you)Dis ain't what they want!(Nobody knows you)(***** I thought that was Future's song! )(I'm bout to show you)You done caught yourself a Little L dog(Man nobody knows you)You heard of Lil Durk?Nigga, hell nah!
