Bag Chaser

We ran up a bag, we got digits, got money
You think I ain't rich cause I'm dressin real bummy
Stay runnin' with hate, but my days are still sunny
Pull up with the chopper and leave you ass runnin'
But wait, I don't wanna go and spy
Had to leave it in the past
Y'all are here bragging about new shit,
But in reality, that shit is trash

Yo bitch all on me, rockin' denim jeans
You know how it be
Youngin' sippin' on the lean
Best believe that shit be killin' my spleen
Know you ain't part of the team, so if you play
You get hit with that bean
Had to get off of the leash, so I'm going, let all the real niggas eat

Yeah please back away, get out of my pocket
He ain't make a play, so he can't make a profit
They jump in the whip, like a motherfuckin' mosh pit
Look at that chain, yeah it drip like a faucet
Bad bitch lookin' fine, You know im tryna taste her
Fuck for the night, then call on her later
Check out my mic, you get left by the hater
But I'm doing fine, cause I'm a bag chaser

This beat so cold, okay, I think I felt a shiver
Bottle full of liquor, someone come pray for my liver (Plug)
He asked for features, so you know that I deliver
They gon' try and test me, but my finger's on the trigger

I'm only 17, but saw six figures
They say I'm broke, okay, I gotta go figure
They ain't see shit yet, so you know I'm growing bigger
Okay, goddamn

Ha

This ain't no Gameboy, but you know I'm advanced
I'm so off the wall, but I ain't got no Vans
Okay, damn, I go band to band in France
All these fuckin' diamonds, put your bitch up in a trance