giving chase (freestyle) Lyrics

(That's just cocaine)

Ay, all this off the noggin

All this off the brain

All this off the dome

I ain't write a thing

Gang, gang

Rest in peace to my dead folks above me in the sky

Do me wrong, we do you worse, then we call it eye for eye

Say you got more bread than me, then you really is a liar

Heard this beat and it go crazy, so you know I had to slide

Girl came to my spot and we chillin

Watchin' Hulu

Man you worry bout me

But I don't give a fuck what you do

Rockin' Louis Loafers while you posted in some fubus

I'm the type of nigga on the scene that's known for breakin' rules

I'm the type of nigga do it different, set a standard

Play around with me and you can end up on a banner

Chain shine bright at night, I don't need a lantern

Caaught me going 95 on the police scanner

Fuck it, hit the gas, know I gotta do the race

I ain't got time to be dealin' with another case

Hurry up, throwin' them ass, hopin' they don't see my face

Yeah, they tryna hit another one, I'm goin' without a trace

Duckin' in the alleys, I'm just lookin' for a hidden place

Hopin' and I'm prayin', these motherfuckers not givin' chase

Wouldn't that be a fucked up way to end the day

Hell nah, I ain't tryna go out in the worst way

We the trap niggas, breakin' scales and movin' bills

Play around with me and we gon' get mad and start loadin' shells

We the type of nigga, let the choppers person you to hell

When they ask me why I did it, I said, man, I might as well

Only call on burner sales, hit the gas, I'm feelin' swell

I just made a couple sales, did all this shit by myself

I did all this by my lonely, not your friend, I'm not your homie

We just met and see all on me, I'm so real, you niggas phony

Interstate pushin' the Jag, Louis Vuitton on the bag

Not the type to boast and brag, got the riches from the rag

Pouring cups promethazine, Glock it came with a beam

30 in the magazine, pull up, then we make a scene