Samsquanch - Chiraq lyrics

[Intro] I just took a really big f**ing bong rip [Verse 1] Look You ain't walking to me Boy, I run the city You ain't f**ing with me I be chugging whiskey My blunt is thicker than my f**ing pinky If you want a piece Then you can come and get me Rappers rapping, but they're not impressing I'm the f**ing answer You can stop the guessing All these f**ing bars Look like I got arrested Got locked in prison But I brought some weapons I be shanking rappers Make 'em shatter Break they're back first Then shake 'em backwards Face is plastered on the Face of Asheville Won't settle for no second place, I'm faster f**face, I'ma [?] I'm in first place I'm like, "In what race?" I run this sh** til my nuts chafe And they just chase and get frustrated f** a loser, cause I'm gonna win And I be coming in like I want revenge Like I'm mad at tracks Like I f** with them I'ma choke 'em out Better tuck your chin She trying to hang like a jungle gym Have her blowing harder than a gust of wind She mat f** around and make me cum again I might kick her out, but tell her come again Grinding more, it's got me sleeping less I just grind the weed to relieve the stress You [?] I'm not the cleanest dressed, but sh**, I keep it fresh No celebrating til I really made it No hesitation, I'ma let 'em hate me Give me room like a reservation I be getting checks like these tests are [?] When I'm schooling rappers Make 'em bloody Soo Woo to rappers I steam 'em up Then couscous the rappers Then eat 'em up And poopoo the rappers Cool cool bananas I lost mind they trying hard to find it They can't think like me They ain't half as smart I'm going in I got all these feelings that I'm holding in Like I have to fart I let it out and I sh** on artists Take out the trash, cause they spitting garbage I'm in the building, your b**h apartment She get with the part where my dick is hard And b**hes talking sh** sh** don't bother me I'm working hard and get rich regardless f** with my team and my clique is balling Need somebody 6'6" to guard us Hit the target, hit the coffin And piss 'em off and I'm sh**ting on 'em So sick I'm coughing I'm just disgusting Too far ahead, you can never touch 'em These haters hating, I don't tell 'em nothing Get 'em off my chest like some breast reduction I k** your family, your nephews, cousins The highest rap, we're several steps above 'em I'm the f**ing bomb, homie press the bu*ton Watch me detonate Say heaven's gates is a better place But I'm trying to see what the devil makes They focus on trying to replicate I medicate til my head is straight And my legs are starting to levitate to the finish line f** second place It's Sa**, b**h