Zeek P - VA to Chiraq lyrics

Know a couple n***as thats down to ride For a homicide when its drama time No chit chat No talkin n***a Glock 40s letting choppers fly Real rap, they shooting sh** And they don't even wanna fight mane No one on ones my daddy said That sh** ain't really right mane f** a fight, they straight jumping Ain't that some sh**? Thats why I stay strapped with that 4-5 If a n***a ever wanna trip If a n***a ever wanna talk He gonna get smacked with this sh** If a n***a ever wanna pop He gonna get clapped with this clip Like audience, they applauding him Bad b**hes steady calling him Leave me alone and don't call again All I want is Benjamin Franklin my n***a, Ill ride for him and Ill k** for him Said Franklin my n***a, Ill lie for him and Ill steal for him Because he was the only one that had my back Way back when, when I ain't have a back When VA was still hating on me b**h n***as ain't have my back When I got into it with the Blood n***as on west 5th They ain't have my back And word to my dad, I was f**ed up and I was kinda mad They was hating on me like the Taliban I was the young bull with the violent past My old block had the hammers out I was gonna roll with no mask My old head told me "fall back Ima get the mac And Ima let it rap" And best believe he got the mac And what they do? Hauled a** Now I got the mac and I got the stacks Hoes wanna f** with a n***a now I wonder why? Because my stack is high? I dress fly ? And Im k**in now? Well I got something for these pussies Ima f**em and leave em traumatized That p**y get worked out like sit-ups No exercise I don't show guns in my videos I rather show them in person n***a Never tell a man what you gonna do Because these b**h n***as stay lurking n***a These b**h thots stay t**n n***a All on my dick I be all in they clit Shawty screaming out my sh** Shawty screaming out "Zeek P! " I get my nut then I hit my lick f** rap money man I want trap money f** that money man I want cash money Like Weezy F I be the best Im carrying my state, f** the rest V A Red Rum Young Money Yawn and Pusha the Vet We gonna be on like cashing a loan No cashing no loans, we taxing on hoes We racking them Os and mailing them out Papi got bricks? He sailing them out Like Captain Crunch Im stacking up much My money tall and your money hunched No Notre Dame, I caught your dame Her mouth got creamed in the back of the bus Bow!