D2thajxint - Risk Yo Life, Pt. 2 Lyrics

Niggas wanna risk they life, we can go shot for shot
Pull up on that nigga masked up and make his block hot
When we catch him lackin we gon' make his body f*ckin' drop
Me and my niggas chasing chip, ain't worried bout a f*ckin' thot
Niggas wanna risk they life, we can go shot for shot
Pull up on that nigga masked up and make his block hot
When we catch him lackin we gon' make his body f*ckin' drop
Me and my niggas chasing chip, ain't worried bout a f*ckin' thot
Ain't worried bout a f*ckin' thot, nigga we chasing chip (money)
If I catch a stupid nigga lackin he gon' get f*ckin' hit
Call the ambulance, cause that nigga finna get f*ckin' stripped
If a nigga try to play me, he gon' get socked in his f*ckin' shit
Chasing after that bag, don't know of a budget
A nigga must not want his chain when he see me, he didn't tuck it
F*ck friends, I'm a mob like the last man
All my niggas chasing that bag, we got huge plans
Aye turn this shit up nigga, this finna be a f*ckin' hit (fire)
If we see the johnnies pull up, then we gon' f*ckin' dip (wee woo)
You can call me Chris the way I'm finna rock a nigga shit
Niggas can't f*ck with me, I'm the motherf*ckin' joint bitch
Niggas wanna risk ,they life, we can go shot for shot
Pull up on that nigga masked up and make his block hot
When we catch him lackin we gon' make his body f*ckin' drop
Me and my niggas chasing chip, ain't worried bout a f*ckin' thot
Niggas wanna risk, they life, we can go shot for shot
Pull up on that nigga masked up and make his block hot
When we catch him lackin, we gon' make his body f*ckin' drop (bitch)
Me and my niggas chasing chip, ain't worried bout a f*ckin' thot (aye)
Niggas wanna risk they life, we can go tit for tat
Squabble up or shut up, you can really get your chain snatched
Niggas can't f*ck with me, they already know I'm really like that
223's would hit your block up, yeah you can't fight that
You niggas is really hoes, don't speak on my name
I'm ballin' on the court like I'm at a championship game (swish)
Niggas try to drag my name through mud, cause they know they ain't gang (hell nah)
They say they family, but they can never understand my f*ckin' pain
Pop his ass, leave his body in the f*ckin' street (bitch)
On the gang, lil nigga you can't f*ck with us, we totin heats
Murk a nigga, ain't no witness, we gon' flee the scene
223's and Mac 11's gon put his ass to f*ckin' sleep
Niggas wanna risk they life, we can go shot for shot
Pull up on that nigga, masked up and make his block hot
When we catch him lackin we gon' make his body f*ckin' drop
Me and my niggas chasing chip, ain't worried bout a f*ckin' thot
Niggas wanna risk, they life, we can go shot for shot
Pull up on that nigga, masked up and make his block hot
When we catch him lackin we gon' make his body f*ckin' drop
Me and my niggas chasing shit been worried bout a f*ckin' thot
Bitch ass nigga, stop playin wit me nigga
Chasing after that bag, you feel me
Joint shit