Chiraq To La (lil Durk Diss) Lyrics - Tyga

187 

Know some Hoover niggas that's down to ride 

For a homicide, when its drama time 

Niggas thinkin' that they MCs 

Can't get touched, well its hammer time 

Who the fuck is Lil Durk? 

I dust you like ash and purp 

Your flow wack, my flow crack 

Got marble floors, your floors crack 

Got rap shit, mice traps 

These niggas broke, need ankle wraps 

Don't ride around in LA, if you ain't come on the jet with the strap 

My niggas 52 Orange roofs, orange coupes, Ciroc orange juice 

Trel said fuck all you, my OG Chimp out soon 

H rat, shout out ScHoolboy Q, still my dog 

You're a real one, I owe you 

Shot at them niggas when you heard the news 

If your daughter ever need something, don't hesitate I got you 

Posted up on sunset at the House Of Blues like it's all cool 

Might get trapped in Vegas too, call Mally Mall he with Big U 

I might be in Bel Air, still got niggas in the field 

20 million, LK real 

With Yeezus in that SLR, T Raw upper echelon 

No Lil Jets just G5's 

Free CB, H Rat 

Lil Punch and baby Nitty 

My Maybach cost 2 chickens, you ain't got one? Don't talk my language 

I'm king shitting on yo bitch 

Southpaw and we in the gym 

Tryna be a baller? End up like Flip in "Above The Rim" 

You too small like Smeagol 

I'm swatting the mosquito 

I'll put you under the earth now it's a garden on your tombstone 

You shit stain teenagers, barely teething on hundos 

I'll hold you like the slave you are, all my whips mayo 

You from Illinois? I'll bring the noise 

You ain't platinum? Don't talk to me. Grammy nominated? Don't talk to me 

20 Million? Don't talk to me 

It's levels to this shit boy, you basement? Don't talk to me 

You want the fame? I'll take your name and that weak bitch you fall asleep with! 

Related 

26 Best Breakup Songs Of All Time 

HOT SONG: Tyga - 'Lightskin Lil Wayne' - LYRICS 

LATEST SONG: Fat Joe, Dre, Lil Wayne - 'Pullin' - LYRICS 

Ain't got no time for this rap shit, Blood Money, Cash Money 

Ain't got no time for this rap shit, Cash Money, Blood Money 

Ain't got no time for this rap shit, rap money, drug money 

I'm straight nigga, straightjacket! 

Yo Trel let a nigga hit him with a ratchet 

Big U let a nigga get some matches 

I'ma torch the building this La Familia 

Pull up and spin a nigga backwards 

Light it up, smoke a nigga like a Backwood 

(Gotta channel DMX) 

Coming through with my dogs (grrrrrr) 

That chopper going through walls 

This beef shit? That's me shit. Pull up bangin' that Meek shit 

That monster truck pull up side of that Benz? 

(Niggas ain't saying nothin') 

Choppers aimed at yo whip, nigga! 

(Niggas ain't saying nothin') 

Cash Money, Family Hustle like Tip, nigga! 

(Niggas ain't saying nothin') 

Come through, few Bloods, few Crips, nigga! 

(Niggas ain't saying nothin') 

T Raw? I got you, don't trip, nigga! 

Photos 

First off lemme go on 40 Glocc again 

Talk about my kids on Instagram? 

Nigga must wanna get his ass socked again! 

Tell a lie like I pulled out a Glock on him 

Don't make me resurrect Pac again! 

You ScHoolboy like Kendrick and Top and them 

Have a bitch nigga running to the cops again 

It's all Gucci Mane, Waka Flock and them 

(Green Light) 

That mean go nigga, if you ever see this ho nigga, on mama nigga it's a 

(Green Light) 

From where my nigga died to Riverside, even your niggas know it's a 

(Green Light) 

Better run through the red ones, fuck around and be a dead one 

(Jump in the middle of beef, cause I don't like no one) 

(Step behind these bars and I don't write not one) 

(Niggas bumping they lips but they don't like no guns) 

(Just close your eyes and that light gon' come) 

I don't fuck with no new niggas, they like to sue, no woo nigga 

Tyga hit me like "Durk dissing" 

Dirk Nowitzki? Dirk who nigga? 

Never heard of these niggas 

Some of the nerve of these niggas 

Don't make me put on burgundy nigga 

Let the AK *gunshots* I'm serving these niggas 

Yo T raw, time to murder these niggas 

Black suburban these niggas 

I'm taking bitches, I'm taking chains, yeah I'm Young Bergin' these niggas 

Ain't start making guns when they made you nigga 

Ain't no Jayhawk but I'll K you nigga 

And I know Hoovers, I know 60s 

(I know Westside Pirus, niggas down to die too) 

Move in on them 50s 

(I got niggas on west and the Southside of Chi too) 

Pull up in an 87 Cutlass 

Throwing bullets like Jay Cutler 

Fuck this, what's this? Niggas talking all that fuck shit, tough shit 

Put a nigga on like Trukfit 

I know Lil Wayne, I know Lil Reese 

I know Lil Herb, I know Lil Keef 

I know Lil Boosie, that nigga free like this ass whooping 

Come fuck with me, I got hands, I got bands 

Got damn I am what I am 

.45 go blam with no jam 

Bring a nigga Vietnam, let's go ham 

Niggas runnin' out of ham, let's go spam 

Nigga dip through your set like Killa Cam 

I'm talkin' to the man, with no fans 

This is a DM with no gram 

Ridin' through the Chi, ain't ever seen Oprah 

Hit a 300 with my little nigga Sosa 

Brown paper bag, sippin' on a Four Loko 

Nigga get love, I ain't talkin' 'bout The Notebook 

Niggas got killers out here, west side, they feel us out here 

Like Weasel and Chicago, realest out here 

Old man and the capitol hill is out here 

On the low end, all my BD niggas bring the dope in 

BD twins locked up in the feds and my nigga Bump J, hold your head 

If you getting money nigga hold your bread 

Rock my Pelle P like L.E.P., them Bogus Boys? They Fuck with me 

I fuck with stones till I OD' 

69, Seven Deuce 

Marshalville I mean Murderville 

Yellow G, gave me a bitch off of Damen Ave I use her to kill 

She from the Chi, but she ain't shy 

She ain't never met a nigga who can't die 

I'm so Southside I'm so Northside 

I'm so Westside, nigga "Ain't I?" 

Got more niggas in the Chi than Jay 

(Chi than Jay) 

I might be more Chi Town than Ye' 

(Chi Town than Ye') 

I'm on the low end with my nigga Par K 

(with my nigga Par K) 

And he A GD, but it's free Bump J 

4CH but I'm like Barksdale in this Shark Tale 

OG like a car sale 

Chopper spins, you do cartwheels 

Lil Durk under a lil dirt 

(And nobody knows you) 

Dis ain't what they want! 

(Nobody knows you) 

(Bitch I thought that was Future's song!) 

(I'm bout to show you) 

You done caught yourself a Little L dog 

(Man nobody knows you) 

You heard of Lil Durk? 

Nigga, hell nah!