Joey Fatts - Chi-raq (freestyle) lyrics

[Joey Fatts: verse 1] Know a couple n***as thats down to ride Murk a n***a for a burger and fries Turn your block to a genocide Cause n***as hungry ain't sh** inside Bad b**h with my dick inside Blue carpet when a crip arrive You a target if you switchin' sides n***as get to sparkin' that forty five My tiny n***as hop out dumpin' Travis Barker with that drummin' Shoot a hundred rounds, its nothin' n***a gon buy more shells in the mornin', i'm on it Servin' enemy-gos n***as know my steelo Catch you out while you with your peoples, shoot up your gazebo Cutthroat, cutthroat, n***as goin' for the guts though If you ain't tryin' to f** ho, what you tryin' to stay in touch for Got bad b**h, I don't cuff those Stash spot where the cups go If a n***a try to load a bus ima send them shells by the bus load I f** hoes, smoke dro, and get doe Walk in like I need those Treat a n***a house like a convenient store Rob a n***a Dessert eagle shell like a rocket n***a Can't fit that sh** in my pocket n***a Probably knock my arm out its socket n***a But bet you ima still gon' pop a n***a Stop it n***a, you ain't no sh** n***as with no matters ain't got no clips b**h be so mad ain't got no sense n***as ain't got no balance can't stand this b**h My money up, team strong, my guns big I always burn em like gonorreha I'm the wrong n***a to f** with