Chase the Bag

Pulling up my blinds so I can open up the window
Run up to my house, you'll get popped with the pistol
If you really bought it, you'll get smoked like Crystal
How I know where you live, ya bitch gave me the info
Bitch, I'm like a lighter cuz you know I bring the fire
Bitch, I'm high as fuck like a bird on the wire
Bob Ross plugged me with happy little trees
Three rounds made your bitch weak at the knees
Stay away from me, I don't want your negative energy
Yeah, fuck your opinion

I had to move out the hood, my mind said "it's crazy"
Once I thought outside the box, had to switch it up daily
Niggas say that I switched up, can't let worst phase me
I was taught to play the game and let no nigga play me, facts
I just got head in the coupe
Schlurp on that pussy like soup
Got high as fuck just like Sauce Twinz, bitch I went straight to the moon
Give me some space in this room She send the info, you're doomed
Once we tag-team your bitch, well be outside your crib to make sure you get popped just like a balloon
Then hide your body with my goon
If the witness not in court then you know that I'll be out soon
Tell your lady that he's on a boat trip and he'll be back in June
Made the pussy pop then we smoke, guarantee that we shake the room
Shot his ass in the head cuz I knew he wore a vest
My dick game like Earthgang, nothing but the best
Dick-riding is a fad
Not a PC can't lag
Fuck the feds, they fags
I left school to chase the bag



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Writer(s): Armani Edwards
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