4 glizzys in a bag but wit jason ft. BIG PACK, BIG CHROMIE & CHASEDABAG Lyrics

Robbing the dispensaries, stealing all their ganja

Snuck in the back, brought my boy E-Honda

Escaped in an odyssey

Went to the dealership, gotta get her repaired

Ran into a kitty cat,

Paid for the repairs

With the weed, the guy smoked with me

His name was Lee, he was a cop though

I had to shoot him, stole his tools before I tooted and I screwed him

The next stop, it was Lee's pretty mom's house

I walked up her stairs with my cock out

I took out my fire axe, broke through the door

Grabbed her by the hair, she said no more

I threw her out the window, stupid bimbo, I'm a pimp though

Pooped on her carpet, smeared it in cause I don't like those

Go through the house, gotta find clothes Gettin' tired, gotta go to sleep, bro

Walked down the stairs, kick a chair, what's over there

It's the Vanoss crew, and they got me by my underwear

I am scared, throw a smoke bomb, get out of there

Can I really think? I can barely even grow a pair

The owl, can't even howl

Mini Lad, Groomed kid, now that is a foul

Terrorizer, Gandal, H-E-T-A, cowl Pop Hunt, you, I'm on the prowl

You suck, you can't hide, you scowl

Punch you in the face, wrap your body with a towel

What's in my drink? I think it was a potion

I got your girl, she get wet like the ocean

Go in hard, no need for a trojan

Bitches on my dick, making her scream

I nut fast like Lightning McQueen

Everybody, everybody better listen

Gun with a dot, you know I'm not missin

Watch you bleed out on your face while I'm pissin

Tryna chase me, I am Chase the bag, she want the dick

No, no, watch me wag my finger I hit you with a beamer

Glock on my hip, you know it's a steamer

Double cup, in my lean, fuckin' up my liver

Remember the days I would ask for a sliver

Trash Blick, ain't gonna shoot till the hottest chick

Drink the juice I made, roofied her on accident

You know who it is, like I copped a blueprint

Blue blood four or five so many men

Copper tryna shoot his Glock at me, but he missed

So I threw a tomahawk and hit him right between his lips

There is no structure, stuck behind shit

My mental dip, tryna run away, but he slipped

I picked him up, dust him off, then got drunk

We ran into a problem with gangs, then got jumped

That's the second time today I had enough

So I pulled out my gun, shoot till the clip is done

Got money now, I don't got poor mine

Hide behind problems like the door in Coraline

Hold up, who's this? It's Dookie

All you other rappers suck, like groupies

She was tryna flirt, made it obvious, not into her

He was tryna smoke it right, but he can't, I'm the bigger bird

Lean and double supreme cup It's hardly

Hitting me right but that shit purple like Barney