Chiraq - Meek Mill
You f**k around get smoked
You f**k around you f**k around
You f**k around get smoked
And f**k around get smoked
Uh n***as know the rules in my hood
If you touch me you get murked
We ain't with that back and forth
It ain't no rap we hittin' first
G-5 we be at LIV by Sunday
When you in the church
Momma stressin' sellin' dinner platers
Tryna get your casket and get ya hearse
Last n***a that slid on us got dropped
On it he told on us
Every n***a you see with me got ice on 'em
Bank rolls on us
Naw n***a no 1 on 1's
We don't fight fair
We just roll on 'em
V-S stones and Cuban links
All that ice wear with that gold on 'em
We ain't swingin' no flag n***a
We ain't need no pass n***a
Glock 40 with a 30 clip and a laser on it
Play tag with us
Everybody wanna talk bricks
'Til them feds swoop in and grab n***as
Dream Chasers got into somethin'
We don't ever blink 'cause we trash n***as
I don't know if y'all heard 'bout
What my homie do with that 30 out
Deen Buck still in the cut and the state
Fittin' to let Ernie out
I ain't even gotta say nothin'
'Bout that other homie that you heard about
'Cause if he heard about that you run your mouth
He come to your house and start swervin' out
Catch me N-Y-C out Shadyville
I'm in the tank
Only time it's Manhattan when
I'm in the booth or I'm in the bank
Summertime in La Marina with Dominicans
Goin' in the paint
Pullin' up screamin'
Eh Dimelo'
Catch you in Brooklyn
Get pita-rolled p***y
You f**k around get smoked
You f**k around you f**k around
You f**k around get smoked
N***a you f**k around get smoked
You f**k around you f**k around
You f**k around get smoked
