PolarAB - CHICAGO HO3 Lyrics

I get my, ya' (Take this shit off)
I get my swag from my pops (Ya)
See, I get my swag from my pops
These niggas is reading
These niggas is reading bad news
Nowadays I see through all that paper
Rollin' woods, in them jungles
I'm not really with smoking on papers
They think that I'm talkin' shit
Rockstar, not a rapper
Purple devil, Sippin' muk
Don't wanna be just runnin' a muk
Not really with um' luck (Muk)
See I rather keep it tucked (Tucked)
Stripper came with a glock
Don't wanna fall in love
Screamin"F*ck the opps"
They never bringing love (F*ck them niggas)
Up in Chicago, like where's all the love? (Chicago)
In Chicago with a new hoe (Hoe)
You see, I ain't never wanna just feel um' low (Okay)
I ain't never wanna just feel um' low (Okay)
She gon' strip for me
She gon strip for the dough, I know
Like woah, woah, woah, woah, losin' control
Losin' control, woah, ya
My ex girl just um' hit my line
Like you is a faker (Yeah)
F*ck these niggas they on my line
Like, f*ck these haters (F*ck these haters)
I am a Beast, I am Dragon (Ay)
Maybe a Gator
I cannot' get checked out
Like, f*ck all these haters (F*ck em' all)
I cannot' get checked out
I am a demon slayer
When the scripts' come in
Smokin' on herb, and stay with the heater
These niggas is reading bad news
Nowadays I see through all that paper
Rollin' woods, in them jungles
I'm not really with smoking on papers
They think that I'm talkin' shit
Rockstar, not a rapper
Purple devil, Sippin' muk
Don't wanna be just runnin' a muk
Not really with um' luck (Muk)
See I rather keep it tucked (Tucked)
Stripper came with a glock
Don't wanna fall in love
Screamin"F*ck the opps"
They never bringing love (F*ck them niggas)
Up in Chicago, like where's all the love? (Chicago)
Just understand where I come from (Where?)
In that mud, also sippin' dirty mud (High as f*ck)
Chicago, where I come from
Swear she wanna just get on top
Swear she wanna just ride, and go dumb
Need my cabbage
Need my lettuce
All of the greens
All the above
Shoutout to Durkio
Swear my city ain't got No Love
And, I had to just run up all this dough
OJ, with a motherf*ckin' glove
Lemme just turn into Danny
When I pull out, pull out my Glove
Ask yourself?
How can I trust?
These niggas is reading bad news
Nowadays I see through all that paper
Rollin' woods, in them jungles
I'm not really with smoking on papers
They think that I'm talkin' shit
Rockstar, not a rapper
Purple devil, Sippin' muk
Don't wanna be just runnin' a muk
Not really with um' luck (Muk)
See I rather keep it tucked (Tucked)
Stripper came with a glock
Don't wanna fall in love
Screamin"F*ck the opps"
They never bringing love (F*ck them niggas)
Up in Chicago, like where's all the love? (Chicago)
In Chicago, like where's all the love
In Chicago, like where's all the love (Yuh)
Hello?
Beep
Beep
Beep (Beep)
Beep (Beep)