"Don't Chase" lyrics
(feat. ShooterGang Kony)
(Slight work
I like it)
(All these women in a room
But, I'm fuck, I'm stuck with you)
Hey, aye, aye
It's all these women in a room, but I'm stuck with you
You don't need no ride home, I got two bitch
She gonna choose the Benz 'cause it's come comfortable
Can't nobody hurt me, baby I got toolkit
I don't hit girls but you know I abuse it
I might slap a bitch if she play the wrong music
We don't gotta make plans we can jump into it
She told me skoompin was her jam and she gon fuck me to it
I'm finna bust right through it
I'm like fluid
No I'm not shy bitch I'm just boolin
If you can't ride dick, Fuck we doing?
I'm a homewrecker I wreck homes leave em ruined
Never tell my money or respect I'm gon do em
Nigga think he superhuman with the heat, I'm gonna cool him
Kony was a nerd til you uce bumped into him
All that woofin that you doing have yo momma and them suing
Like aye, baby, we gon try something today
Can't get these hoes out of my face, but I don't run away
I don't need your lovin I'm straight
If I did I'd call you everyday, but I don't like fake
I can't ease my brakes, can't drive to your lovin I'm straight
Iont like fake
I can't ease my brakes, can't drive to your lovin I'm straight
I do not chase
One time I get a text is when she make a new post
Dope smoke, Hi-Chew made her choke, no joke
I was 16 havin hoes, while you was tryna sing to that hoe
I used to dance at the parties, now my gun to big
I'm with the shooter, headshots, only aim at wigs
Bitch I was feelin sinjaded til she had my kids
Now I'm lying, but imagine all the dirt I did
I got $100,000 out a white bitch
And I put it on my left, not my right wrist
And me and Nettie had hoes on the night shift
That type of bitch you would prolly spend yo life with
You a simp nigga, I'm not sorry for dog, that's not my image
I told the bitch my last name was P, she ran wit it
I heard a story about my granddad and how I'm just like him
Pimp nigga had his hose on the same cycle
Aye, baby, we gon try something today
Can't get these hoes out of my face, but I don't run away
I don't need your lovin I'm straight
If I did I'd call you everyday, but I don't like fake
I can't ease my brakes, can't drive to your lovin I'm straight
Iont like fake
I can't ease my brakes, can't drive to your lovin I'm straight
I do not chase
I like it)
(All these women in a room
But, I'm fuck, I'm stuck with you)
Hey, aye, aye
It's all these women in a room, but I'm stuck with you
You don't need no ride home, I got two bitch
She gonna choose the Benz 'cause it's come comfortable
Can't nobody hurt me, baby I got toolkit
I don't hit girls but you know I abuse it
I might slap a bitch if she play the wrong music
We don't gotta make plans we can jump into it
She told me skoompin was her jam and she gon fuck me to it
I'm finna bust right through it
I'm like fluid
No I'm not shy bitch I'm just boolin
If you can't ride dick, Fuck we doing?
I'm a homewrecker I wreck homes leave em ruined
Never tell my money or respect I'm gon do em
Nigga think he superhuman with the heat, I'm gonna cool him
Kony was a nerd til you uce bumped into him
All that woofin that you doing have yo momma and them suing
Like aye, baby, we gon try something today
Can't get these hoes out of my face, but I don't run away
I don't need your lovin I'm straight
If I did I'd call you everyday, but I don't like fake
I can't ease my brakes, can't drive to your lovin I'm straight
Iont like fake
I can't ease my brakes, can't drive to your lovin I'm straight
I do not chase
One time I get a text is when she make a new post
Dope smoke, Hi-Chew made her choke, no joke
I was 16 havin hoes, while you was tryna sing to that hoe
I used to dance at the parties, now my gun to big
I'm with the shooter, headshots, only aim at wigs
Bitch I was feelin sinjaded til she had my kids
Now I'm lying, but imagine all the dirt I did
I got $100,000 out a white bitch
And I put it on my left, not my right wrist
And me and Nettie had hoes on the night shift
That type of bitch you would prolly spend yo life with
You a simp nigga, I'm not sorry for dog, that's not my image
I told the bitch my last name was P, she ran wit it
I heard a story about my granddad and how I'm just like him
Pimp nigga had his hose on the same cycle
Aye, baby, we gon try something today
Can't get these hoes out of my face, but I don't run away
I don't need your lovin I'm straight
If I did I'd call you everyday, but I don't like fake
I can't ease my brakes, can't drive to your lovin I'm straight
Iont like fake
I can't ease my brakes, can't drive to your lovin I'm straight
I do not chase
Thanks to sheegreen for adding these lyrics.
