Lil Durk Feat. G Herbo – Chiraq Demons Lyrics

Yeah, yeah
I want some No Auto Herb shit in this motherfucker bro
Real Chiraq Demons, you dig?
Gang, gang

P.T.S.D., 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 one 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 the name here? (Doo-doo-doo)
He came back didn’t he? (Grra-grra)
Every candle lit (Every candle)
I buy Audemars (I buy Audemars)
I don’t be focused all the time ’cause I buy all the cars (I 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 (Aye)
We just found out where he stay, can’t have no fun, we gon’ lay
It ain’t nothin’ but six shots but I had a 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, gon’ slay (Boom-boom-boom)
Lil’ bro got a nigga leavin’ out the club, gon’ blaze
Chiraq demons, you can’t save us
Cocaine, guns, that’s what raised us
I told Durk and ’em, 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 rack inside the stu’ but we gon’ rob the out of towners
Four-five at my crib, but yo, had searched my crib, he never found em
Lil’ boy he better graduate before this Draco cap n’ gown him
I fucked half the strippers, I was fucking hoopers baby mamas
I might pull out quick and bust up on they face, ain’t use a condom
Used to call the 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 (Yeah, get back gang, yeah, get back, what?)
Every summer (Yeah, get back gang)
Every summer (Yeah, get back-)
Every summer (Yeah, get back gang)
Every summer

We on S’s, with two hunnid shots, every summer
Lil’ foe nem be actin’ wild now ’cause we got bread comin’ (Fuck)
And I know a nigga tellin’ everytime the feds comin’ (Fuck)
Would’ve never got your mans, you wouldn’t’ve said nothin’
He a opp that know from the ‘Gram, call him fam, buddy
My lil’ homie just did some bad shit and he gettin’ his dreads cutted (right now)
If he got some work in my block plottin’ on ’em, yeah they trunkin’ ’em
Top shots, he pop out slumpin’ ’em, they standin’ under ’em (Skrr)
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 (Yeah, get back gang, yeah, get back, what?)
Every summer (Yeah, get back gang)
Every summer (Yeah, get back-)
Every summer (Yeah, get back gang)
Every summer (Man what?)