Chase em
I got to talk my shit change cars got to switch a whip
Move fast you getting hit my bro nem like to blick
Dirty driving we got them sticks Juss grab that hunny bun
100nd round on that drum they play wit guns for fun
Bro nem ain't coming home so I throw back some pills
My mans yeah he a stalker he wait outside yo brib
60 plus 60 try to run and we gon chase em down
Tears and some candle lights now looks now yo mans is gone
Vacant apartments trapping we might not make it home
Shoot it out in the broad day we tryna stop the car
Swerving this bitch like it's a cat Juss go and book this right
4 grams up in this wood but I can't smoke away this pain away
Got caught while grocery shopping them chips fucked up his life
That Nigga got me yeah but goblins got cashapp to
My bitch she acting boujiee matter fact she not my boo
Move fast in v12 coupes still hanging out the roof
Never forget them Niggas they put money on our head for that
2 50s on them glock 762 make him flip 100 rounds on arps
Might 1neshot on the laws vrroom vroom I'm pulling off
They came like 20 deep and I know they all got sticks
Bitch this a glocky party hope the opps run in here
And then he came in here now he not leaving here
I think he died in there matter fact he died in there
I got to talk my shit change cars got to switch a whip
Move fast you getting hit my bro nem like to blick
Dirty driving we got them sticks Juss grab that hunny bun
100nd round on that drum they play wit guns for fun
Bro nem ain't coming home so I throw back some pills
My mans yeah he a stalker he wait outside yo brib
60 plus 60 try to run and we gon chase em down
Tears and some candle lights now looks now yo mans is gone
My heart is black and cold I done ran these streets so long
Now you tryna hit my phone bitch can you move along
Labels tryna hit my phone I feel I'm out they budget
Bitches they flock for money yo man switch up for cash
Running to this bag I'm chasing heaven or hell be patient
Fucking off my medication can't do these drugs no mo
I run my bag to fast like I was a llc
Contact killers on the line and that's a tight ass rope
Free pops and 1 shot free GSK and the gang
Turn up for all my guys they resting in the sky
You run up way to fast this stick might go right at yo eyes
Move fast you getting hit my bro nem like to blick
Dirty driving we got them sticks Juss grab that hunny bun
100nd round on that drum they play wit guns for fun
Bro nem ain't coming home so I throw back some pills
My mans yeah he a stalker he wait outside yo brib
60 plus 60 try to run and we gon chase em down
Tears and some candle lights now looks now yo mans is gone
Vacant apartments trapping we might not make it home
Shoot it out in the broad day we tryna stop the car
Swerving this bitch like it's a cat Juss go and book this right
4 grams up in this wood but I can't smoke away this pain away
Got caught while grocery shopping them chips fucked up his life
That Nigga got me yeah but goblins got cashapp to
My bitch she acting boujiee matter fact she not my boo
Move fast in v12 coupes still hanging out the roof
Never forget them Niggas they put money on our head for that
2 50s on them glock 762 make him flip 100 rounds on arps
Might 1neshot on the laws vrroom vroom I'm pulling off
They came like 20 deep and I know they all got sticks
Bitch this a glocky party hope the opps run in here
And then he came in here now he not leaving here
I think he died in there matter fact he died in there
I got to talk my shit change cars got to switch a whip
Move fast you getting hit my bro nem like to blick
Dirty driving we got them sticks Juss grab that hunny bun
100nd round on that drum they play wit guns for fun
Bro nem ain't coming home so I throw back some pills
My mans yeah he a stalker he wait outside yo brib
60 plus 60 try to run and we gon chase em down
Tears and some candle lights now looks now yo mans is gone
My heart is black and cold I done ran these streets so long
Now you tryna hit my phone bitch can you move along
Labels tryna hit my phone I feel I'm out they budget
Bitches they flock for money yo man switch up for cash
Running to this bag I'm chasing heaven or hell be patient
Fucking off my medication can't do these drugs no mo
I run my bag to fast like I was a llc
Contact killers on the line and that's a tight ass rope
Free pops and 1 shot free GSK and the gang
Turn up for all my guys they resting in the sky
You run up way to fast this stick might go right at yo eyes
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Writer(s): Tyrone Williams
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