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Bag Chaser
by JayMedi
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Damn I’m just a young bag chaser, I’m out here steady chasin guap
I’m just a young fly nigga you know I’m headed to the top
Got too many bitches, she a freak givin me that top
If I catch you lackin in the streets, I’m gone make your head drop
Got the Glock with the beam, you know ima make that shit pop
Never takin no days off, gotta get the money first, I’m always runnin nonstop
JayMedi just a real ass nigga, damn I’m out here talkin shit, too in love with the money I could never keep a bitch
Can’t fuck with a broke bitch, Nah I’m not the type to fuck with a bop
Finna do the dash life is movin hella fast, heavy foot on the gas, Nah I’m never gettin caught
JayMedi runnin up his bands, I’m addicted to the money I just need a Hunnid grand
I got too much dough I can’t hold it all in two hands, never stoppin until I’m at the top, Yeah that’s where ima land
Got the bitch on the whip she gone do what I say, I’m the nigga to command, she gone put it in her mouth, ima beat it up until she can’t even stand
Damn I’m the nigga actin crazy on the block, I’m gone shoot you up if I see you with the ops
Actin crazy with my niggas yeah we all got a Glock, she gone pay up, if she wants to suck on this cock
Always movin slow cause I stay pourin up that wok, too much money in my pants I could barely even walk
Spending all my money, had to get the Gucci socks, tap’n if you want that gas, designer drugs what I got, Pop a 30, now I’m sippin lean on the rocks
Always smokin up, young nigga I’m so high damn I’m getting money every way, even in the mailbox
Lame niggas ain’t gone do shit , I ain’t scared of bums, yeah all they really do is cap talk
Got day one hittas, they always down to slide, just some real niggas yeah from the sandbox
Kick a bitch out, she gone get the boot, Nah I could never fall in love with a thot
Money motivated I just gotta be on top, the guap is on my mind, only thinkin I need more, raised a real nigga yeah shout out my pops
JayMedi runnin up his bands, I’m addicted to the money I just need a Hunnid grand
I got too much dough I can’t hold it all in two hands, never stoppin until I’m at the top, Yeah that’s where ima land
Got the bitch on the whip she gone do what I say, I’m the nigga to command, she gone put it in her mouth, ima beat it up until she can’t even stand
Damn I’m just a young bag chaser, I’m out here steady chasin guap
I’m just a young fly nigga you know I’m headed to the top
Got too many bitches, she a freak givin me that top
If I catch you lackin in the streets, I’m gone make your head drop
Got the Glock with the beam, you know ima make that shit pop
Never takin no days off, gotta get the money first, I’m always runnin nonstop
JayMedi just a real ass nigga, damn I’m out here talkin shit, too in love with the money I could never keep a bitch
Can’t fuck with a broke bitch, Nah I’m not the type to fuck with a bop
Finna do the dash life is movin hella fast, heavy foot on the gas, Nah I’m never gettin caught
JayMedi runnin up his bands, I’m addicted to the money I just need a Hunnid grand
I got too much dough I can’t hold it all in two hands, never stoppin until I’m at the top, Yeah that’s where ima land
Got the bitch on the whip she gone do what I say, I’m the nigga to command, she gone put it in her mouth, ima beat it up until she can’t even stand
Damn I’m the nigga actin crazy on the block, I’m gone shoot you up if I see you with the ops
Actin crazy with my niggas yeah we all got a Glock, she gone pay up, if she wants to suck on this cock
Always movin slow cause I stay pourin up that wok, too much money in my pants I could barely even walk
Spending all my money, had to get the Gucci socks, tap’n if you want that gas, designer drugs what I got, Pop a 30, now I’m sippin lean on the rocks
Always smokin up, young nigga I’m so high damn I’m getting money every way, even in the mailbox
Lame niggas ain’t gone do shit , I ain’t scared of bums, yeah all they really do is cap talk
Got day one hittas, they always down to slide, just some real niggas yeah from the sandbox
Kick a bitch out, she gone get the boot, Nah I could never fall in love with a thot
Money motivated I just gotta be on top, the guap is on my mind, only thinkin I need more, raised a real nigga yeah shout out my pops
JayMedi runnin up his bands, I’m addicted to the money I just need a Hunnid grand
I got too much dough I can’t hold it all in two hands, never stoppin until I’m at the top, Yeah that’s where ima land
Got the bitch on the whip she gone do what I say, I’m the nigga to command, she gone put it in her mouth, ima beat it up until she can’t even stand
