Prompt / Lyrics
I don’t chase hoes I get em I don’t chase oh’s I get em Blue papers to the ceiling This money give me a feeling Broken heart but, it’s healing Want weed Ha ha, I’m dealing Pour them cups up, we Filling Spark them Jay’s up, we chilling Everynight good food we grilling Got a Glock nine do the killing Yeah your brains out they spilling Spilling Brains out the spilling yeah Pull up with a Glock Pull up with a droptop Pull up and I pop pop emm Pull up in a V 12 vroomm Bitch go first like zoom Glock polling out like boom Bitch you bout to meet your doom Better go buy yourself a tomb Emm Pull up at the Glock Pull up with a droptop Pull up and I pop Two shots to the chest Watch you drop Cops rolling up won’t stop Pull up cause you say, you want to talk The cops gonna need their chalk just know I’m the king of this block 123 Take a walk I’m knock you out cold like I’m Brock Or I’ll knock your ass out like I’m Jones My knuckles they feel like they stones One punch and I’m breaking your bones uh your face will have two different tones yo roll up with the uzi Roll up with the Uzi Kill him with the Uzi Rolling With the white claw In the beer Cousy Pull up with the Uzi Wait! whos he? I just took the drugs I’m a wee bit woozy Sippin on Goosey Roll up with the Uzi Wait! whos he? Wait! whos he? Chilling with your hoe She sitting in a two piece In my Jacuzzi Flow so raw man I’m Feeling like I’m Tunchi Feeling like I’m Wayne Bout to put a bullet through your brain cherry red blood, gonna stain Put you in a world full of pain Make a precipitate rain Pay for the ice on my chain My only true love Mary Jane aye I don’t chase hoes I get em I don’t chase oh’s I get em
Tags
rap, trap, hip hop , emo
Duration
2:06
Instrumental
No
Created
7/5/2025