[Intro]
(808 Mafia)
[Chorus: DqFrmDaO & Esparo]
Chase 'em down, I gotta get 'em, I was taught to step on niggas
Run up on him, Glizzy hit him, in the WIIIC, we too official
We be spinnin' for them niggas, bet' not catch 'em, ain't no missin'
Think I'm trippin', boy just diss us, we gon' put you with the fishes
Bitch I can entertain, drop a bag, cop a Birkin
He ain't the same, the nigga changed, he got flamed, was it worth it?
Bitch nigga come around. bet he tuck his chain like he a turtle
Oh they lurkin', all that fuckin' cappin' got you on a shirt
[Verse 1: Esparo]
Oh, fuck it, let me put this button on it
On his ass, rich nigga shootin' out the Culinan
Hit the dash, I like red bones who go cray on the tip
I ain't a jit, shorty went crazy with that switch, he from the WIIIC
Told that ho I don't repeat myself, she had to listen (Hell nah)
She think she gifted, couple bags, take her to Icebox, let it rinse
Fuck what the opps say, when we catch 'em, niggas finished
Windows tinted, they still pop out, stand down, they gotta get 'em (Ah-ah)
On her ass, just the way that we live (That's how we livin')
For my dawgs, we gon' go to the end (For my dawgs we gon' go)
This a sports car, I'm just ridin' with [?] (Yeah)
She a porn star, play with us and we kill you
[Chorus: DqFrmDaO & Esparo]
Chase 'em down, I gotta get 'em, I was taught to step on niggas
Run up on him, Glizzy hit him, in the WIIIC, we too official
We be spinnin' for them niggas, bet' not catch 'em, ain't no missin'
Think I'm trippin', boy just diss us, we gon' put you with the fishes
Bitch I can entertain, drop a bag, cop a Birkin
He ain't the same, the nigga changed, he got flamed, was it worth it?
Bitch nigga come around. bet he tuck his chain like he a turtle
Oh they lurkin', all that fuckin' cappin' got you on a shirt (Uh-huh)
[Verse 2: DqFrmDaO]
Just said "Fuck it", I'ma grab the shovel, dig him out the dirt (I dig him up)
He say "What's next?", we bump by the traffic, ran him over first (Skrrt)
Put they homies on they shirts, they ain't get back for that work
Ain't no need for ambulance (Uh-uh), send that man right to the [?]
Ayy, I trap a Glizzy blowin', yeah, that switchy goin' berserk (Grrah, grrah)
Spin the block in that Trackhawk (Skrrt), you get hit up, tires skrrtin'
Stack my tokens, yeah, I'm known and got these bitches tryna flirt
Please don't walk up on me wrong (Uh-uh), I'm on point, I stay alert
If it's that, I'm shootin' first, I don't shoot back
I'm from the 'Raq (O'Block), spent a hundred K on designer, I'm still with Track (Track)
64th and King Drive where we post up, that's a fact
When I hit the stairs, they say "DQ who is that?"
[Chorus: DqFrmDaO & Esparo]
Chase 'em down, I gotta get 'em, I was taught to step on niggas
Run up on him, Glizzy hit him, in the WIIIC, we too official
We be spinnin' for them niggas, bet' not catch 'em, ain't no missin'
Think I'm trippin', boy just diss us, we gon' put you with the fishes
Bitch I can entertain, drop a bag, cop a Birkin
He ain't the same, the nigga changed, he got flamed, was it worth it?
Bitch nigga come around. bet he tuck his chain like he a turtle
Oh they lurkin', all that fuckin' cappin' got you on a shirt
Oh, fuck it, let me put this button on it
On his ass, rich nigga shootin' out the Culinan
Hit the dash, I like red bones who go cray on the tip
I ain't a jit, shorty went crazy with that switch, he from the WIIIC
