What, what
Ha, ha
Go, go
What, what, ha
What, go, what
Ay, first nigga outta that building, he better be with it or he gon' get clapped though
Why these niggas steady mentioning me like them niggas want beef, but that boy not a factor
You know I store the glocky in my pants, gotta move like a killer, can't move like a rapper
I'm in the bay with the gang and we tryna get straight to the green we ain't shit like the Packers, huh
Ay, I'm the type of nigga run up on you and I'm yelling out what
I hope the opps got the memo, they better off staying in the crib cause I stay in they cut
That nigga tried to run up and got rushed, I heard the opps in the county got touched
That nigga trolling me all on the gram, I sit back and laugh, I don't gotta say much
Granny be asking if I'm staying safe and I say of course, cause I stay out the way
If we is not talking bout' money, ain't no reason for us to talk, don't got shit to say
We heard he talking a lot on the net, if we see him in person, it's off with his face
I got a couple thots I'm tryna hit, had to cut off a bitch cause I do not chase
Yea, Go ahead and call em' up, you know we got plenty thotties coming round
She said she look sexy in red, we'll bring that ass here, let me take you to town
You know I be hanging with demons, choppa gon' freeze him up like he anemic
Red in my cup and blue on my neck, if you stare for too long you gon' feel like you sea sick
I can't ever chase, but I stay on go, I be with my niggas who playing the role
I know a few niggas who's kicking in doors, and even more niggas who dropping the folks
Mixing wock with the red, I feel like a chemist, popping these percs like it's a religion
This shit hit the soul like some new edition, I can't take it back
You know I ain't kidding
Had to tell the lil bitch get back, back
Bad lil shit got me feening to tap that
You know I gotta keep me a gat, gat
Get to the spot, drop lo' on the cash app
Up, right, left, down, bitch I'm a cheat code
Knock on the door, shoot him right through the peephole
Catch me a body like I'm shooting free throws
Four pockets full but I ain't Dominique hoe
J.Dn - Chase (feat. Ves) Lyrics
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What, what
Ha, ha
Go, go
What, what, ha
What, go, what
Ay, first nigga outta that building, he better be with it or he gon' get clapped though
Why these niggas steady mentioning me like them niggas want beef, but that boy not a factor
You know I store the glocky in my pants, gotta move like a killer, can't move like a rapper
I'm in the bay with the gang and we tryna get straight to the green we ain't shit like the Packers, huh
Ay, I'm the type of nigga run up on you and I'm yelling out what
I hope the opps got the memo, they better off staying in the crib cause I stay in they cut
That nigga tried to run up and got rushed, I heard the opps in the county got touched
That nigga trolling me all on the gram, I sit back and laugh, I don't gotta say much
Granny be asking if I'm staying safe and I say of course, cause I stay out the way
If we is not talking bout' money, ain't no reason for us to talk, don't got shit to say
We heard he talking a lot on the net, if we see him in person, it's off with his face
I got a couple thots I'm tryna hit, had to cut off a bitch cause I do not chase
Yea, Go ahead and call em' up, you know we got plenty thotties coming round
She said she look sexy in red, we'll bring that ass here, let me take you to town
You know I be hanging with demons, choppa gon' freeze him up like he anemic
Red in my cup and blue on my neck, if you stare for too long you gon' feel like you sea sick
I can't ever chase, but I stay on go, I be with my niggas who playing the role
I know a few niggas who's kicking in doors, and even more niggas who dropping the folks
Mixing wock with the red, I feel like a chemist, popping these percs like it's a religion
This shit hit the soul like some new edition, I can't take it back
You know I ain't kidding
Had to tell the lil bitch get back, back
Bad lil shit got me feening to tap that
You know I gotta keep me a gat, gat
Get to the spot, drop lo' on the cash app
Up, right, left, down, bitch I'm a cheat code
Knock on the door, shoot him right through the peephole
Catch me a body like I'm shooting free throws
Four pockets full but I ain't Dominique hoe
Ha, ha
Go, go
What, what, ha
What, go, what
Ay, first nigga outta that building, he better be with it or he gon' get clapped though
Why these niggas steady mentioning me like them niggas want beef, but that boy not a factor
You know I store the glocky in my pants, gotta move like a killer, can't move like a rapper
I'm in the bay with the gang and we tryna get straight to the green we ain't shit like the Packers, huh
Ay, I'm the type of nigga run up on you and I'm yelling out what
I hope the opps got the memo, they better off staying in the crib cause I stay in they cut
That nigga tried to run up and got rushed, I heard the opps in the county got touched
That nigga trolling me all on the gram, I sit back and laugh, I don't gotta say much
Granny be asking if I'm staying safe and I say of course, cause I stay out the way
If we is not talking bout' money, ain't no reason for us to talk, don't got shit to say
We heard he talking a lot on the net, if we see him in person, it's off with his face
I got a couple thots I'm tryna hit, had to cut off a bitch cause I do not chase
Yea, Go ahead and call em' up, you know we got plenty thotties coming round
She said she look sexy in red, we'll bring that ass here, let me take you to town
You know I be hanging with demons, choppa gon' freeze him up like he anemic
Red in my cup and blue on my neck, if you stare for too long you gon' feel like you sea sick
I can't ever chase, but I stay on go, I be with my niggas who playing the role
I know a few niggas who's kicking in doors, and even more niggas who dropping the folks
Mixing wock with the red, I feel like a chemist, popping these percs like it's a religion
This shit hit the soul like some new edition, I can't take it back
You know I ain't kidding
Had to tell the lil bitch get back, back
Bad lil shit got me feening to tap that
You know I gotta keep me a gat, gat
Get to the spot, drop lo' on the cash app
Up, right, left, down, bitch I'm a cheat code
Knock on the door, shoot him right through the peephole
Catch me a body like I'm shooting free throws
Four pockets full but I ain't Dominique hoe
Writer: JDN JDN
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