Reedoe & otbape - Chasing M's Lyrics

It's f*cked up
Everybody want a B, I want a M
I ain't never wan one kill until them niggas kill my twin

We don't speak to cops, you gon' get the belt by my friend
We them fivas , but we dump like 50-plus every time we bend
Bro caught a opp, but he ain't have his mask, he turnt him to gas, bro told me to chill
We got a drop, we run to it fast, and we put belt to ass for swear my niggas got skill

My bitch got mad, I ain't textin' her back, but I ain't have my jack, I was out tryin' to drill
Ya man in a pack and you still ain't get back, if we keep it a bean, I don't know how they feel
I miss my Yak, long live baby drop late nights still wish you ain't get in the wheel
When I was broke, they would laugh like a joke, now they all on my dick, but I'm chasin' a mill

Walk with fullys them buttons, I catch a opp I won't talk, just straight get the cuttin
We caught a opp, tryin' to walk through the block, but he wasn't on nothin', that bro got the runnin
Niggas try to run from that switch you as dumb as it get , like boy, where the f*ck is you going
No I don't beef with a snitch, but them niggas want diss, if I catch him, just know that I'm throwing

When I'm with BabyWack, they know what I be on, I'm tryin' to kill
You ain't tryin' to take it far, I'm tryin' to touch a hundred mil
Forty shots, ball heads, and the Glock like Bradley beal
I told Creep to chill off the drink, he said, it's helpin' niggas heal, I hit the bank

I'm with Ree, and we just smacked a couple racks, he claim he down
But ain't tryin' to drill for real, this shit be gettin' sad
And it's crazy, I could still f*ck any bitch I ever had
Bro just jumped out with that fully, he left a bitch ass nigga mad

Bro jumped out, tryin' cook him, he just won't another hat
We the payment team and wackin' shit, cause bitch, I been a wack
I ain't on that bitch keep tryin' to lock it in, but she was wack
But I don't got no rap, I told her I'm tryin' to hit her from the back

Bounce out, and bro just turned another nigga in to plat
I'ma shooter , I still take it to the paint like I was Chet
Think I'ma show her out, but she just f*cked a nigga she just met
And I know that for a fact, I sent the nigga that's my mans

Jump out, open fire, itchy, make a bitch-ass nigga dance
10-speed, if she can act right, I might take her out to France
You know them wacks slide in that Vans, bitch, we don't need to make a plan
Dead nigga in this wood, and this shit hit like Jackie Chan

Dead nigga in this wood, and this shit hit like Jackie Chan

Dead nigga in this wood, and this shit hit like Jackie Chan