I.O.T.C
(Chase) I'm on the
I'm on the chase, I'm on the chase
I'm on the
I'm on the chase, I'm on the chase
I'm on the
I'm on the chase
I'm on the, I'm on the
I'm on the chase
I'm on the chase
I'm on the chase
Gotta hop in da whip with the windows tinted
My gang some villains
Let's go, let's get it (Let's go, let's get it)
Let's go, let's get it (Let's go, let's get it)
Let's go, let's get it (let's go)
Pre-game, pre-rolls
Pre-game, pre-rolls
I ain't like all these other dudes, I'm burning up
You keep it cool
Watch a player make his moves, life's a game
I ain't gon lose
The media gon pick & choose how you live
What you consume
Who you are and trends you doin'
Don't be fooled by the influence
Just watch how I'm doin' it, just watch how I'm doin' it
I stay groomed with my Gillette, razor cuts, slit, slat
I stay groomed with my Gillette, razor cuts, slit, slat
CZ up on my necklace, you can double check
Get a fit check, but ion wanna fit in
Play by my own rules, I don't need no syllabus
Ain't irrelevant, I know that I'm different
I'm on different shit, I know you can't handle this
(Chase) I'm on the
I'm on the chase, I'm on the chase
I'm on the
I'm on the chase, I'm on the chase
I'm on the
I'm on the chase
I'm on the, I'm on the
I'm on the chase
I'm on the chase
I'm on the chase
First of all, change that fucking voicemail message, bro
I been sitting here out here
Looking for your ass for an hour and a half
I don't care how drunk you are, I've been off multiple—
And been able to do whatever the fuck I wanted to do
And you got drunk for the first time
And you sit here and go fucking missing
And you don't answer your phone, bro
And if your phone's dead, okay
But I'm sitting here on the phone with you and
You don't even know how to fucking speak
And then I call you 20 seconds later and you don't answer, bro
And I've been calling you for an hour
Driving around for an hour
Walking around for an hour looking for you
It don't make no sense
Call me back, like c'mon bro
It really don't make no sense
Like it's gettin ridiculous
Like I'm tired of this whole not being on your phone
And not answering shit, bro
Answer the phone
I'm on the chase, I'm on the chase
I'm on the
I'm on the chase, I'm on the chase
I'm on the
I'm on the chase
I'm on the, I'm on the
I'm on the chase
I'm on the chase
I'm on the chase
Gotta hop in da whip with the windows tinted
My gang some villains
Let's go, let's get it (Let's go, let's get it)
Let's go, let's get it (Let's go, let's get it)
Let's go, let's get it (let's go)
Pre-game, pre-rolls
Pre-game, pre-rolls
I ain't like all these other dudes, I'm burning up
You keep it cool
Watch a player make his moves, life's a game
I ain't gon lose
The media gon pick & choose how you live
What you consume
Who you are and trends you doin'
Don't be fooled by the influence
Just watch how I'm doin' it, just watch how I'm doin' it
I stay groomed with my Gillette, razor cuts, slit, slat
I stay groomed with my Gillette, razor cuts, slit, slat
CZ up on my necklace, you can double check
Get a fit check, but ion wanna fit in
Play by my own rules, I don't need no syllabus
Ain't irrelevant, I know that I'm different
I'm on different shit, I know you can't handle this
(Chase) I'm on the
I'm on the chase, I'm on the chase
I'm on the
I'm on the chase, I'm on the chase
I'm on the
I'm on the chase
I'm on the, I'm on the
I'm on the chase
I'm on the chase
I'm on the chase
First of all, change that fucking voicemail message, bro
I been sitting here out here
Looking for your ass for an hour and a half
I don't care how drunk you are, I've been off multiple—
And been able to do whatever the fuck I wanted to do
And you got drunk for the first time
And you sit here and go fucking missing
And you don't answer your phone, bro
And if your phone's dead, okay
But I'm sitting here on the phone with you and
You don't even know how to fucking speak
And then I call you 20 seconds later and you don't answer, bro
And I've been calling you for an hour
Driving around for an hour
Walking around for an hour looking for you
It don't make no sense
Call me back, like c'mon bro
It really don't make no sense
Like it's gettin ridiculous
Like I'm tired of this whole not being on your phone
And not answering shit, bro
Answer the phone
Credits
Writer(s): Tc Rapha, Vaughn Smith, Wolfey Goldberg, Xavier Jacquez-flores
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