(Intro: P Rico)
Let's get it let's get it.... squad squad... chiraq let's get it.... you know how I be rocking man aight

(Verse 1: P Rico)

It's rico like 2 chainz
Like jojo like 2 times
Rambo with 2 9's
Run up on me n***a & you dying
N***as talking that money shit
Whole time they be lying
Bitch we run chiraq
& The opp n***as they be hiding
Riding round in them foreign whips
Ain't gotta job ain't switching shifts
N***as talking that nonsense
I'm up the pole & past them
Shoot his ass like a basket
Leave his ass up in that casket
RIP to that n***a
I'll never be a cab killer
Hanging out with them drug dealers
Yeah they up in the Trap n***a
Yeah they be them real n***as
Them down n***as that will kill n***as
Yeah bitch it's P-dot
Got the red dots sending head shots
We jojo gang we from chiraq
Our money tall just like Shaq

(Verse 2: Lil Mister)

Yeah bitch this chiraq
With body snatchers & kidnappers
My n***as they running shit
Like factories keep big 9's
Bounce a n***a like a trampoline
I be slowed down off promethazine
I be bussin hot
Rolling off a bean
Clean a n***a like listerine
Clip hold a magazine
That's a 100 shots make a soul lift
I be going crazy with the rubber grip
Catch a opp lacking then I hit the dip
40 shells left in his hip
Now he need a bag when he go shit
I'm a real n***a I'll never switch
Make bands fly no magic trick

(Verse 3: Billionaire Black)

Clout god I clap hard
Kill a n***a in his backyard
Shells turn him to a trackstar
N***as talking crazy let the mac spark
I let the k spark I let the k bark
Kill a n***a in the graveyard
Y'all n***as so pussy
Y'all weren't raised hard
Y'all n***as can't see me, ray charles
I'm dressed in all black, white nine
Got a mac on me I'll pull it
Got a 30 shot I got a 50 shot
I got a handgun shoot chop bullets
Man down on the scene
N***a try me till his ass gone catch these bullets
Head shot that's a red dot
Turn his dreads to a fucking mullet
Bitch i'm in love with money
I'm in love with thumbing
I sit back pour a 4-red
Call that sipping Blood Money
N***as won't make it to this summer
In chiraq n***as get wacked
I got a big mac
It go click clack
You better get back
Before you get wacked

(Verse 4: $wagg Dinero)

Roll a opp pack with the top back
I'm a young n***a but I got that
Roll a opp pack with the top back
I'm a young n***a but I'm bout that
Roll a opp pack with the top back
I'm a young n***a but I got that
I'm a young n***a but i got that
I'm a young n***a but i got that
Bricksquad shit how you a'int know
Might pull up let the Tank blow
Keep squad with me we all blow
Keep singles out in my bankroll
If you need a lot come talk to me
Seen more crates than a factory
Don't ask to get a track from me
Unless you talking racks with me
Oh, so arrogant this jojo gang
If you throw a L then i'm taking names
I don't hang around no fucking lames
Team no lacking bitch i'm in the gang
Bitch i'm on the 9 with a couple 9's
Bring them all out for the summertime
Bitch we on the 9 with a lot of 9's
& the bullets hot like its summertime

(Verse 5: King Yella)

Chiraq I run that
Try me get dumb clapped
I'm King Yella don't ask that
You dumb n***as like lab rats
Got 50 shots in my coolant kit
Skeezy gang all my n***as rich
Fuck a opp n***a, fuck a thot bitch
Talk slick n***a get ya top hit
In a drop top with a thick bitch
With the 30 on her she talk mad shit
Shoot a n***a it's tragic
Still wrap a n***a in plastic
A the block we spraying shots
Don't pay attention to tater tots
Got cash money so the block is hot
Since a juvenile had the block on top
N***as switching they style up
Team no lacking we a mile up
Been balling on them got a lot of points
Got a lot of assists you won't foul us
Kill a n***a like a plow truck
& all my shooters got wild bucks
Shout out nicki cuz her pussy sticky
If I get a chance I might have to lick it
150 no rock block
Fuck around & get ya block popped
All i fuck is them bad hoes
& i see you n***as with them pop thots
Got a lot of hitters on standby
They'll pop up like a pop tart
Got a lot of hitters on standby
They'll pop up like a pop tart

(Verse 6: King Samson)

Chiraq that's my city I ride round with that buck fifty
I ain't talking bout no hat though
50 shots in my mac though
My killers kick in that back door
Pull up slide them back doors
79th from D. Rose
Choppa bullets look like egg rolls
Not a (?) or two she (?)
Never gave a bitch not a honcho
Hundred rounds from Alejandro
Maserati or Velanos
We don't pay no car notes
BDK cause I'm 74
And I ain't never seen no Herbo
Get the guns the boat load
I'm on Dayna Coast and this shit going
My chain boppin like chemo
And I'm riding around in unbello
Rich coupe and no spinshow
And (?) she think that I'll wife her
Free Crack I wouldn't have said that
But that D come with them pass outs
So I'm a killer got to keep macs out
Never take a bitch to my stash house
Couple shots then I mash out
High as fuck,she might pass out
He got a trap house, I got a glass house
And I don't think Nicki never been here
My city I live here
We don't give a fuck so we war here
Call of Duty or Warfare
And most families on welfare
Only hit or get tailed there
Want a pound bring scale there
Send an adress get mailed there
Caught lackin' get nailed there
Hit Winchester I'm out there
On my chi and I'm King there
And red tape will get left there
And I'm gone

(Outro: King Samson)

This my shit. Don't say Chiraq without saying my fucking name
You pussies owe me. Its King