Lil Durk, G Herbo - Chiraq Demons lyrics

Herbert Wright III

[Lil Durk, G Herbo - Chiraq Demons lyrics]

Yeah, yeah i'ma be on some No Auto
Herb shit in this motherfucker, bro
Real Chiraq demons,  you dig? (Deezy)
Gang, gang

PTSD,  I be off of drugs in the day
(Off the drugs) gotta watch out for my dawg
They tryna get me out the way
(Get me out the way)
I can't be around my felons 'cause
I got a pending case (Got a pending case)
Got my dawg out for a ninety and
I dropped him off a K (Man, what?)
Called Johnny, no veneers
I need like ninety in the face (Man, what?)
The one that died
He had like ninety to his face (Man, what?)
I can't talk 'bout how he died
'cause they gon' build another case
(Build another case)
See, what's his name had
(Doo doo doo) , he came back, then he (Grrah
Grrah) every candle lit
(Candle) , I buy Audemars (Buy Audemars)
I don't be focused all the time
'cause I buy all the cars (Buy all the cars)
I buy all the guns (I buy all the guns)
Herb got all the ones (Got all the ones)
Ain't no G-Fazos
The opps buy all the lady ones (Fuck nigga)

I know God gon' keep me safe
I got my gun when I pray (Ayy)
We just found out where he
Stay, can't have no fun, we gon' lay
It ain't nothin' but six shots
My hitter run with the A
Ain't nothin' less than thirty shots
When I got my son, i can't play
(You know that) he just caught five up top
Now his body numb, go'n slay
Lil' bro got a nigga leavin' out the club
Gon' blaze him
Chiraq demons, you can't save us
Coke and guns, that's what raised us
I told Durk 'nem, they got
Buddy out the way quick, i don't blame 'em
(Shit)

All my niggas sellin' zaza whole
We not 'bout half-a-pounders
Got the 'Raq inside the stu', boy
We gon' rob the out-of-towners
Four-five at my crib, PO
Had searched my crib, he never found it
Lil' boy
He better graduate before this Draco
Cap and gown him
I fucked half the strippers
I was fuckin' Hoopa's baby mama
I might pull out quick and
Bust up on they face, ain't use a condom
Used to call them folks a
Snake, now he a snake, anaconda
Every time you look up
All the opps be dead every summer
(Man, what?)

Every summer (yeah, yeah)
Every summer (yeah, yeah)
Every summer (Get back gang)
Every summer (Get back, what?)
Every summer (Get back gang)
Every summer (Get back)
Every summer (Get back gang)
Every summer (yeah)

We on Essex with two
Hundred shots every summer
Lil' foenem be actin' wild now
'cause we got bread comin' (Fuck it)
And I know a nigga tellin'
Every time the feds comin' (Fuck boy)
Would've never got your mans, you
Wasn't in there saying nothin', nigga
He an opp that me know from
The 'Gram, call him fan, buddy
My lil' homie just did some bad shit
He gettin' his dreads cutted (Right now)
If he got some work and my
Block plottin' on 'em, yeah
They trunkin' him
Top shots, he pop out, slumpin' 'em
They standin' under 'em (Skrrt)
Over 'em, boy, you ain't no savage
I don't fuck with 'em
I just saw the opps with all my chains
I ain't tuckin' 'em (Shit)
And I walk right past 'em in the
Club 'cause I was clutchin' 'em
(You know that)
Lil Durk got a fifty, I got fifty
It's a buck on 'em (Man, what?)

Every summer (yeah, yeah)
Every summer (yeah, yeah)
Every summer (Get back gang)
Every summer (Get back, what?)
Every summer (Get back gang)
Every summer (Get back)
Every summer (Get back gang)
Every summer (Man, what?)

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