TrapVanDamn - Chase Lyrics

Baby throw the pussy on me
Got the chop yea its on me
Set up shop for that money
On the block niggas hungry
Send a bag f*ck the police
We trap it out for the money
Ran up them commas came straight from the bottom and now we on top where its lonely
Greenhouse we the army better yet the f*cking navy
Serve a nigga at the hardees want the bag you gotta pay me
Ran it up niggas hungry you dont get guap cause you lazy
Niggas still plotting on me we sending shots no chaser

We sending shot no chaser
Pull up let it pop no chasing
Air the shit out and I'm skating
Before a nigga not get paper
Put the mask on top like jason
Pull up to your house for the caper
Dez niggas not my neighbors
I had a felony way before i was celebrity
Niggas hate how i came up my life isn't made up they cannot compare to me
No love for these bitches if i wasn't rich then they wouldn't be there for me
Now I'm on top I've been counting it up my hand gon need therapy
Bitch talk foul thats a flagrant
Tech like a ref im a blazer
Selling that pack as a minor
Imma run it back and its major
Imma send a bag to your front door
Imma whip it up like I carer
She throw it back its amazing
She f*ck it up for the paper

Baby throw the pussy on me
Got the chop yea its on me
Set up shop for that money
On the block niggas hungry
Send a bag f*ck the police
We trap it out for the money
Ran up them commas came straight from the bottom and now we on top where its lonely
Greenhouse we the army better yet the f*cking navy
Serve a nigga at the hardees want the bag you gotta pay me
Ran it up niggas hungry you dont get guap cause you lazy
Niggas still plotting on me we sending shots no chaser

Xan and percecets they got me higher then The jetsons
Teach you how to juug my nigga come and learn your lesson
Ran it up without a plug i did without a question
Still sending blessing dropping commas in the netspend
All this money got me feeling myself
Whip them babies imma give em the belt
Want the ticket imma give you some help
Wrap the brick and imma send it myself
Getting fronted by the middle thats pitiful
Got on the bus with the pack up in middle school
Say that you had it but we dont remember you
Go hit the trap when pockets on critical
Making that fetti my fetish it's plentiful
When i dont have it im miserable
Cant look my son in the face with no decimals
Know of my niggas feeling similar
We mix them bags of that gas on the regular short a nigga for the principle
Got shooters for you that wont hesitate
I Hope you dont think you're invisible
I aint come here for the fame nigga i just want that gwop
You cant try my like a lame imma pull up let it pop
Really playing a check, in my videos no props
And I aint giving out no fronts, bitch i need that shit off top