Chicago to Memphis NLE Choppa (Ft. G Herbo)

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[Intro: G Herbo]
Nigga, fuck
Fuck nigga, fuck nigga, fuck nigga
(Run that back, Playboi)
[Verse 1: G Herbo]
Raise the murder rate (Raise it up)
Anytime a nigga play, we raise the murder rate (Raise it up)
Broad day, let thirty shots off and we skrrt away
Park the car, don't drop off
I be frontline when it pop off
When it's crunch time, make it hot sauce
Homicide, gon' tape his block off
Let the Glock off, knock yo' top off
Ayy, watch him fly away (Fly away)
Tryna stay up out them streets, I had to fly away
Mama pray, I'm too deep in the streets to stop, I can't (I can't)
Really rich, I woke up, thought to buy that watch, I ain't (Fuck)
I bank at five banks (Five banks)
In my hood, I'm hall of fame
I'm on that nine rank
Changed the game, I showed my niggas how to play, I got away (I got away)
Still ain't put that fire away
You wanna die? Just try today
My mind right, I'm flying straight
I probably walk away
Plus, I know you niggas hoes, just act tough and talk away
Eighteen got sacked up and strappеd up, just off a play
And I ain't hidin', I'm in LA, I'm in a Lamb', I'm in valet