Chasin Bags (feat. Jvstic.E & N.E.V.R.)

You doing too much
You disturbing me
I stay working no bumble bee
You in the states and im overseas
Name on my chest
Ain't no stoppin me
I can't count three niggas over me
They playin my songs
Yea on repeat
Hook in they brain like I plant a seed
I'm in her mouth like
My songs that she sings
Chasing bags popping tags
You ain't got nothing on me nigga
Running round with them
Collard greens with a duffel bag
Full of hundreds nigga
Never see me coming
No I ain't running
But I'm still coming
Talk to me nicely
Show some respect for you get left
I stress no more
Time to talk shit
Stick to the hustle just like I'm nip Stick to the slime just like I'm nick
She stay around
But she ain't my chick
Talk about guns
But you ain't got a stick
Shooting your shot
But you ain't got a clip
Lil nigga keep your voice down
Can't speak so loud when you still
Live at your moms house
See I'm at the top like a float
Chain is like water my neck the boat
She on the side just like a tote
If they watching me
Then they better take notes
Ain't got to vote
You know I'm the goat
No snakes in the grass
Cause I keep it mowed
It's that never not relevant
Niggas irrelevant
I'm in my bag in my mode

Can't chase the ass
Gotta chase a bag
I run the streets I was made to last
Real niggas always face the bad
We shake back then
We make them mad
Stay healthy told god help me
Want to fuck hoes
I know they'll let me
Fuck the bullshit fuck the fame
I want to win middle finger
Fuck the game
Very hot we carry glocks
Don't fuck around
With them scary cops
Multi million dollar dreams
Triple beams lot of schemes
You niggas make memes
On the gram always talking shit
Just admit it now you stalking dick
Niggas dick ride when the whip slide
Counting money
So I let your bitch drive
Usd ain't new to me
Run to the mall I got shoes to see
Niggas say what they gone do to me
I rap better name a crew to beat
Niggas know for some quick cash
I'll whip ass plus my shit stashed
Put that on the game
I will never change real nigga
But your bitch call me cayne uh

Chasing bags popping tags
You ain't got nothing on me nigga
Running round with them
Collard greens with a duffel bag
Full of hundreds nigga
Never see me coming
No I ain't running
But I'm still coming
Talk to me nicely
Show some respect for you get left
I stress no more
Hundreds on deck with the tec yeah But I want more hands to the floor
Bow down to the king
You say I left
But I ain't never leave
Watch my shoes before I cut loose
Still got the juice this the new me
Left for four years seen better days Now I got the bag and I let it rain
Got the ride or die on my right
But I ain't no simp
If you catch me that's a big fish
My regrets that's a short list
Everything is everything
Put me where I am on everything
Go back to the past make no change
Do it all the same and meet my fame
Change the game or ride the wave
Or do em both
Then lay in my bed
Give my baby some head
Then love my life
I know I did it right



Credits
Writer(s): Dylan Cayne
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