Meek Mill Chiraq song lyrics

You fuck around get smoked

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

You fuck around get smoked

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 stresses, 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 linx, 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 my homie doing 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 the truth, 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 this Manhattan 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 puss!

You fuck around get smoked

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

You fuck around get smoked