chasing - threewoodz lyrics
(nelson jay)
yo’ go go back to the stu n*gga
go back and record that sh*t
and instead of doing straightenin {straightenin}
this money im chasing {chasing}
blow me away with the k*k
you ain’t safe not even when i vacay
getting paid 8 ways f*ck a payday
ha’ ye’ woo’
we gone
b*tch n*gga we on
burn up the pound {ye’ ye’}
hang up the phone
(chorus)
this money i’m chasing, chasing, chasing, {hit em up} chasing, chasing, chasing, chasing, {hit em up} chasing, chasing, chasing, chasing, {ye’ grrrr’} chasing, chasing, chasing, {hit em up}
laser.. {skrt} on my .. tek
was next {skrt}
i hadda.. lace ha..
with the..
percocet
(verse1)
told my n*gga luan that i’m going in {going in}
demons on my strings like a violin {violin}
catch a ninja lacking ima drop 10 {drop 10}
he tried to stay up we made fun of him {haha’}
too many id’s like a dmv {dmv}
got his chain took he was a dt {pew’pew}
is dangerous huh
shootout in tours don’t miss the bus {what}
they just lower the window with the fingers stuck
no pass no assist i just hop in {hop in}
if i die my fn is my best friends
no drills with the liqs we just roll in {roll in}
smoking on bunk so i know that you kappn
told her to cop me a wood is part of my fashion
i play for the falcons
backlashes of stealing the purse then i hop in
the play was so petty but my n*gga it happened
hitting yo b*tch and she told me the packs in
i shoot just like paxton
rolling some donks while my n*gga be rapping
rent me a thottie the ass it keep clappn
popping the perks is a habit
b*tches on b*tches on b*tches they bout it
my bud is so loud you thought that i farted
nearly deported
my blunt can’t afford it
told em stop texting my homies they forward
your dawg he a fed he pressing record
don’t f*ck with no wire don’t f*ck with no cord
came with the bucket and my n*ggas aboard’
(chorus)
this money i’m chasing, chasing, chasing, {hit em up} chasing, chasing, chasing, chasing, {hit em up} chasing, chasing, chasing, chasing, {ye’ grrrr’} chasing, chasing, chasing, {hit em up}
(verse 2)
told my n*gga luan that i’m going in {hit em up}
demons on my strings like a violin
catch a ninja lacking ima drop 10
he tried to stay up we made fun of him
got head in the bucket
i ain’t know how to cook so my n*gga he cooked it
slanging the 9 like i play for the rockets
betta buy if you touch it {betta buy if you touch it}
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