Chiraq (Freestyle)

[Verse 1] Long clip hanging out that P95, Ruger cocked We mobsters, catch you eating that pasta knock your noodle out I'm from New Orleans, East Side where make a nigga kill you for a bag of dope When the drought comes we selling soap, we selling dreams, we selling hope Assault rifle with a telescope, I can hit a nigga from long distance Peyton Manning, strong precision, two arms stroking like I'm going swimming Whats wrong with them, they sleeping on me, I'ma start handing out pillows nigga Then use the same pillow to muzzle the shot coming of my pistol nigga Get your issue, and I ain't talking about magazines to read to I'ma read you with a magazine with 30 shots and leave you Lethal weapon I'm Danny Glover, shoutout my nigga, Thugga Thugga Choppas in the backseat, but where I'm from we call em cutters I'm not the one to be fucked with, don't battle rap with me nigga Get ampted up to get amputated nigga Turn the booth to a war zone, any rapper get killed quick, Construction worker with tools on our belts, nigga We drill shit I spit nothing but ill shit, somebody go call the doc Make a phone call to my shooter nigga, thats what I call, calling shots Ridin round bumpin Soulja Slim while my young niggas snort a bag of dope He got a red rag no stopping him, if I green light you, you gotta go I'm in LA with the homie Term, I hit him its emergency He coming through with them mob niggas, they paint these streets burgundy I ain't come her to play nigga, its finna be a hot summer Guddaville 4 coming soon, and LAT its our summer Niggas sitting on twitter talking that tough shit they hella scary I send niggas with masks to send your shit back to Neveruary Shoutout to my team yeah, Carter V on the way My sis Nicki bout to drop something so you rap bitches move out the way Drizzy that's my brother nigga he know I'm one call away Tyga Tyga I see you youngin, don't worry let these niggas hate 'Bout to catch a flight to Miami and sit down with my three bosses All money, fuck bitches, whole stone cold like Steve Austin Niggas ask when my album dropping, bitch whenever I want to I could stand on my own two But I'm staying loyal to my own crew Young Money Cash Money, bank accounts on overload My mixtapes are Free Crack like Lil Bibby make 'em overdose I been hot, I make these niggas bow down and kiss the ring Walk straight in K.O.D. and balled on 'em like Mr. Clean Make your girlfriend polish me, we call it shining head like Mr. Clean Glock 40 with a beam on it, that red laser don't miss a thing Young Gudda, high yella, I'm back on my Ross shit Take it back to '02, I'm back on my squad shit nigga High yella, Young Gudda, I'm back on my Ross shit I take it back to '02, I'm back on my squad shit nigga