(Ayy)
Skrt' off leave em' in the back
Takin' off in the hellcat
Just look at the back
Pull up we strapped with a gat
With beams and a titty attached
Run up you get wacked
We ain't doing no tic for tac
But you get sticked like a tac
Turning niggas to pack
In the stu' got exotic
Roll up sum woods
Now I'm high out my body
(Ayy)
Money I chase it
Ain't chasin' no bitch
You bitches is basic
Roll up a wood
Then I just face it
Smoke out the zip of gelato
Do 10 on a Fargo
Get them packs by the cargo
In the back of the Tahoe
I'm countin' up pesos
New drip on my hip
Louie on my back
With a Glock in it
You know I'm saucin' shit
Just let me say this
Look at me I'm dipped
My neck and wrist
(Ooo) check my drip
Think I'm barbecue
How I sauce in this bitch
Shake that ass
Let it drop lil' bitch
Bring it back up
Throw it back on the dick
Gone head do a split
After she suck
Robbie Gould how I kick
(Uhh)
It's Finesse and Chaser
We chasin' the paper
And ballin' like lakers
Droppin' hits they can't take us
Play a bitch like sega
You know I'm a playa'
Just watch how I do it
Don't get into it
Cause my niggas ruthless
Bussin' off pills and strapped with a tooly
Gettin top from a thot
While I'm ridin' in 2 seat
Ain't takin no pictures
My life is a movie
(Chaser)
Chaser behind the wheel
He gone do like 150
I'm in Ricobenes
And I'm Grippin' her titties
This dope too loud
Ion' think you hear me
I'm dressed in high fashion
Niggas respect me with a passion
Ion' f*ck with bitches that wear eyelashes
Unless I'm finna f*ck
And pass her
If Ian' makin' no money
Ian' finna gas her
Money first
That's the only answer
She a lil' dancer
She tryna' turn up
Still got my glizzy tucked
I can't trust her
He said he was tough
Really he a bitch
I shot his og and he snitched
F*ck the bullshit
Be chaser bitch
Me and my Ruger like
Lilo and stitch
I hop out the car
I'm on some Batman shit
My bitch always wanna 5 pack And shit
I can't stand that bitch
In the crib I can't stand that shit
Off a perk you gone take this dick
Right after school hittin' them licks
Can't tell u wat I know
Ian sayin shit
I want the riches before the fame
Shopping downtown smokin on propane
Off white t shirt
Crispy wit no stains
Stop playin wimmie this shit ain't no game
G.M.G Jay Finesse & Chaser - Back 2 Back Lyrics
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(Ayy)
Skrt' off leave em' in the back
Takin' off in the hellcat
Just look at the back
Pull up we strapped with a gat
With beams and a titty attached
Run up you get wacked
We ain't doing no tic for tac
But you get sticked like a tac
Turning niggas to pack
In the stu' got exotic
Roll up sum woods
Now I'm high out my body
(Ayy)
Money I chase it
Ain't chasin' no bitch
You bitches is basic
Roll up a wood
Then I just face it
Smoke out the zip of gelato
Do 10 on a Fargo
Get them packs by the cargo
In the back of the Tahoe
I'm countin' up pesos
New drip on my hip
Louie on my back
With a Glock in it
You know I'm saucin' shit
Just let me say this
Look at me I'm dipped
My neck and wrist
(Ooo) check my drip
Think I'm barbecue
How I sauce in this bitch
Shake that ass
Let it drop lil' bitch
Bring it back up
Throw it back on the dick
Gone head do a split
After she suck
Robbie Gould how I kick
(Uhh)
It's Finesse and Chaser
We chasin' the paper
And ballin' like lakers
Droppin' hits they can't take us
Play a bitch like sega
You know I'm a playa'
Just watch how I do it
Don't get into it
Cause my niggas ruthless
Bussin' off pills and strapped with a tooly
Gettin top from a thot
While I'm ridin' in 2 seat
Ain't takin no pictures
My life is a movie
(Chaser)
Chaser behind the wheel
He gone do like 150
I'm in Ricobenes
And I'm Grippin' her titties
This dope too loud
Ion' think you hear me
I'm dressed in high fashion
Niggas respect me with a passion
Ion' f*ck with bitches that wear eyelashes
Unless I'm finna f*ck
And pass her
If Ian' makin' no money
Ian' finna gas her
Money first
That's the only answer
She a lil' dancer
She tryna' turn up
Still got my glizzy tucked
I can't trust her
He said he was tough
Really he a bitch
I shot his og and he snitched
F*ck the bullshit
Be chaser bitch
Me and my Ruger like
Lilo and stitch
I hop out the car
I'm on some Batman shit
My bitch always wanna 5 pack And shit
I can't stand that bitch
In the crib I can't stand that shit
Off a perk you gone take this dick
Right after school hittin' them licks
Can't tell u wat I know
Ian sayin shit
I want the riches before the fame
Shopping downtown smokin on propane
Off white t shirt
Crispy wit no stains
Stop playin wimmie this shit ain't no game
Skrt' off leave em' in the back
Takin' off in the hellcat
Just look at the back
Pull up we strapped with a gat
With beams and a titty attached
Run up you get wacked
We ain't doing no tic for tac
But you get sticked like a tac
Turning niggas to pack
In the stu' got exotic
Roll up sum woods
Now I'm high out my body
(Ayy)
Money I chase it
Ain't chasin' no bitch
You bitches is basic
Roll up a wood
Then I just face it
Smoke out the zip of gelato
Do 10 on a Fargo
Get them packs by the cargo
In the back of the Tahoe
I'm countin' up pesos
New drip on my hip
Louie on my back
With a Glock in it
You know I'm saucin' shit
Just let me say this
Look at me I'm dipped
My neck and wrist
(Ooo) check my drip
Think I'm barbecue
How I sauce in this bitch
Shake that ass
Let it drop lil' bitch
Bring it back up
Throw it back on the dick
Gone head do a split
After she suck
Robbie Gould how I kick
(Uhh)
It's Finesse and Chaser
We chasin' the paper
And ballin' like lakers
Droppin' hits they can't take us
Play a bitch like sega
You know I'm a playa'
Just watch how I do it
Don't get into it
Cause my niggas ruthless
Bussin' off pills and strapped with a tooly
Gettin top from a thot
While I'm ridin' in 2 seat
Ain't takin no pictures
My life is a movie
(Chaser)
Chaser behind the wheel
He gone do like 150
I'm in Ricobenes
And I'm Grippin' her titties
This dope too loud
Ion' think you hear me
I'm dressed in high fashion
Niggas respect me with a passion
Ion' f*ck with bitches that wear eyelashes
Unless I'm finna f*ck
And pass her
If Ian' makin' no money
Ian' finna gas her
Money first
That's the only answer
She a lil' dancer
She tryna' turn up
Still got my glizzy tucked
I can't trust her
He said he was tough
Really he a bitch
I shot his og and he snitched
F*ck the bullshit
Be chaser bitch
Me and my Ruger like
Lilo and stitch
I hop out the car
I'm on some Batman shit
My bitch always wanna 5 pack And shit
I can't stand that bitch
In the crib I can't stand that shit
Off a perk you gone take this dick
Right after school hittin' them licks
Can't tell u wat I know
Ian sayin shit
I want the riches before the fame
Shopping downtown smokin on propane
Off white t shirt
Crispy wit no stains
Stop playin wimmie this shit ain't no game
Writer: Devin Lashley, Joshua Harvey
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