Lil Troy - Chaser Lyrics

I've been sippin' liquor straight, I don't need a chaser
When you get the money, bank, you won't need to chase her
I've been doin' the dash, bitch, I am a racer
He tried to tap tap wood I told lil bro, that this a facer

Money on my mind, so everything else is a blur They don't bring no energy, I bring the juice 2pac Shakur
Keep on doin' what I do, I gotta put myself first Make sure all the doors locked the back one, gotta be secured

On, and that bitch is just did you, greasy, better, ball hard like LeBron
F*ck that hoe, she think she gon' get a free mention in my song
F*ck the Rafs, I want some Louis, bitch, I'm talkin' bout Vuitton
Big bro just hit that hoe, he finna pass her to me like baton

F*ck these niggas, they ain't on my level, they ain't finna reach it
I'm a rapper for a reason, what I think, I'm gon' speak it
You can call me Pastor Troy, might as well, cause I be preachin
Junkies jumpin on that block, for that wok they be fiening

I be sippin' liquor straight, I don't need a chaser
When you get the money, bank, you won't need to chase her
I've been doin' the dash, bitch, I am a racer
He tried to tap the wood, I told lil bro that this a facer

My lil' bro a pit, he finna get him, feelin' sentimental
Half the shit you got, you don't even own, I heard your car rental
F*ck the block, I just knock off his top, and now I need some dental
They say T-Roy be crazy, I'll admit I am, just a little

Bad bitch, ass fat, I'm finna crack that
Nigga talkin' crazy, I'm finna make him a hashtag
Boy, the scene was so crazy, they pulled up in hazmats
Nigga cryin' bout a girl, I told him, you can have that

20K in streams, I'm only 17, the music off the phone
They tryna see what I be writing', I tell them, this is off the dome
I don't like you people in my face, you can leave me lone
I don't sip no Henny, but I definitely double cup Patron

I don't want your love, I just want the paper
My phone buzzin', it's the money callin', see ya later
I'm missin' on her tongue, yeah, I wanna taste her
That bitch a 10, see you again, yeah, she got some flavor

Spendin' down the block, I don't see no opps
The lifestyle that I live is just a grind, and it'll never stop
His baby mama twin, and that's her friend, but that lil' hoe a knock
She grabbin' on my pants, she thought ' it was my dick, but baby, this the Glock
Yeah, yeah, it's T-Roy in this bitch, feel me

I talk my lil bang real quick
Like, yeah, yeah, oh, yeah

I been sippin', lookin' straight, I don't need a chaser
When you get the money bank, you won't need to chase her
I been doin' the dash, bitch, I am a racer
He tried to tap the wood, I told lil bro, that this a facer
Oh, oh, oh
This a motherf*ckin' chaser