Chiraq
Meek Mill Song Lyrics

[Hook]

You fuck around get smoked

You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked, nigga

You fuck around get smoked.

[Verse 1 meek mill]

Uh, niggas know the rules in my hood, if you touch me, you get murked

We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first

G-5, we be at liv by sunday when you in the church

Momma stressing, selling dinner platers, tryna get your casket, and get ya hearse

Last nigga that slid on us, got dropped on it, he told on us

Every nigga you see with me got ice on 'em, bank rolls on us

Naw, nigga no 1 on 1's we don't fight fair, we just roll on 'em

V-s stones and cuban links, all that ice wear with that gold on 'em

We ain't swinging no flag, nigga

We ain't need no pass, nigga

Glock 40 with a 30 clip and laser on it, play tag with us

Everybody wanna talk bricks 'till them feds, swoop in and grab niggas

Dream chasers got into something, we don't never bleak cause we trash niggas

I don't know if y'all heard about what my homie do with that 30 out

Deen buck still in the cut and stay fittin' to let ernie out

I ain't even gotta say nothin' 'bout that other homie that you heard about

Cause if he heard about that you run your mouth

He come to your house and start swervin' out

Catch me in y-c, out shadyville, I'm in the tank

Only time its mayhem when I'm in the booth or I'm in the bank

Summertime in la marina with dominicans going in the paint

Pullin' up screamin' dimelo catch you in brooklyn, get pita rolled pussy!

[Hook]

You fuck around get smoked

You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked, nigga

You fuck around get smoked.

[Verse 2 lil durk]

(Yeah, meek what up? bang!

Oh, man in chiraq!)

Niggas say me and sosa beefin' but we both eatin', but only one keep it

Told law he take 15 years, every crime we did we gon keep it secret

Can't tweet teyana corporate nigga lookin, so what I'm on I gotta keep it secret

That face no stevie no mimi, I promise teyana that I won't leak it

Gripped the 30 just cashed out, if you caught stripping, then you assed out

I'm the same nigga that my city asked about while you in the cut steady buying clout

Fuck the judge, let 9 out, hairpin trigger, let 9 out

Four birds in the trap like

4 wings at harold's with fries covered in mild sauce

Everytime a nigga rap beef, get clapped up in a couple weeks

Ig comments and a couple tweets, location on we can go and meet

Headshot, I'm outta town, I'm in killadelphia with my nigga meek

Pop a wheelie in n-y-c I got the 30 on with my nigga, flee

Heard tyga sneak dissing on me, tell them thot bitches I'm not right

Tyga only got one name but that nigga ain't got one stripe

He backpack, so easy to get the nigga shit snatched

Ask marly marl to get his shit back

In chiraq, don't come here

You ain't from here? don't come here!

Cause shorty snipin', bag on him if he don't like this

No young chop, that .40 bangs, just like him

30 punch like tyson

Back to the rap flow, hot shit

Fuck I gotta rap for, got bricks

Every city I go, got sticks

Pockets wells fargo, no bricks

Say I'm on top now, no shit

You can never say I, wife shit

I don't even like shit

I just pipe shit

One night shit

La with killas and thuggers

New york slowbucks them my brothers

A-t-l with migos and young thugger

We gonna shoot up in public

And they gotta urge to take

Chiraq, look at the murder rate

500 dead bodies, better go and get money 'fore you be on first 48.

[Verse 3 shy glizzy]

You wear red bottoms and phillip lim

Everybody trynna get a hold of him

Bad bitches, they be in benz

I knock 'em down like bowling pins

Feds snatch me, I don't know them

Real nigga, on 4nem

Young jefe, the new soulja slim

Hangin' out the tank with slow and them

Come take a trip to d.c

Hear a lot of me and see gg

I'm the big dog

I'm ringing off

Like mambo sauce on a 3 piece

'Glizzy, why you ain't d.c.?'

'Who said I ain't d.c.?'

Fuck ya bitch to my cd

She lemme record her like mimi

A nigga playin', it's lights out

Oo, shine got me iced out

Stay low, cause the mice out

You only get fly when the mikes out

Wait till it get nice out

Tell chino bring the bikes out

Got 50 guns in my trap house

You better off fucking with the white house

I'm the realest youngin' in the fucking world

I got plenty money, I got plenty girls

Got the villa for the week, got fifteen freaks

And they all wanna go for a fucking swirl

Had her come to us with the marble peals

Glock 23, treat her like my girl

357, that bitch just twirl

Make him catch our shit like fitzgerald.

[Hook]

You fuck around get smoked

You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked, nigga

You fuck around get smoked.