Letra Chase Down par Zaytoven

And they say they want the old me
Closest thing to Mike, b*t*h, I'm Kobe
n***as with this telling, don't condone it
Pressure, then I'm on it
I just copped some ice, yeah, it's frozen
Empty out them Glocks then reload 'em
This sh*t made me a believer
I'm just trying to live, this sh*t evil
I'm just trying to do this for my people
They say this that ether
n***a think he hot, we could freeze him
b*t*h, it's Nike Dunks and the razors

We don't tolerate no ho sh*t
And if them people ask them questions, we don't know sh*t
n***a, chase downs, head shots, n***a, walk ups (Baow, baow)
I heard them n***as getting (Baow, boaw, baow)
n***a (Baow, baow)

n***a, high speeds, we don't stop, f**k the one time (f**k the one time)
On billboards with the mafia like Shoreline (n***a)
Boss hoes, shake something if the rent paid (b*t*h)
Ask n***as, I've been turnt since the sixth grade (n***a)
Chase downs, head shots, n***a, walk ups (Ha-ha)
I heard them n***as speaking down, n***a, talk up
The ho sh*t (Ha), we don't tolerate no ho sh*t (We don't tolerate it)
And if them people ask them questions, we don't know sh*t (We don't know nothing, n***a)

Ask 'em, I can get you gone, I ain't capping
Rapping, wipe a n***a nose with a napkin
Bad b*t*h, Christian Dior for my fashion
Already know how I do it, n***a
Ayy, make her pu**y talk, send my n***as pics up in jail
Make the pu**y talk and I might buy you some Chanel or CELINE
Have you riding 'round in the beam, I'm the G.O.A.T. 
You can ask my lil' bruh Bean

n***a, high speeds, we don't stop, f**k the one time (f**k the one time)
On billboards with the mafia like Shoreline (n***a)
Boss hoes, shake something if the rent paid (b*t*h)
Ask n***as, I've been turnt since the sixth grade (n***a)
Chase downs, head shots, n***a, walk ups (Ha-ha)
I heard them n***as speaking down, n***a, talk up
The ho sh*t (Ha), we don't tolerate no ho sh*t (We don't tolerate it)
And if them people ask them questions, we don't know sh*t (We don't know nothing, n***a)

Shake something, where them hoes that be bossed up?
And tell 'em if it ain't no money, you ain't lost nothing
High speed, we don't stop, this the fast jawn
I got this b*t*h shaking ass 'cause my bag long
b*t*h-made, we ain't fighting, we don't give fades
It's street smart and I've been turnt since the sixth grade
b*t*h, please, give me head, b*t*h, strip tease
These some Chanels on my feet, n***a, big C's

Uh, we tied in, so we stuck, n***a
Ain't no capping in my rap, I bust n***as
n***a thinking he the sh*t, we'll flush n***as
That revolver up close, it's a must, n***a
Ayy, who the f**k is you? I think we know, blood
My shooter coked out, point him out, he'll go, blood
Yeah, when my slime sneeze, he gon' catch something
I told him wipe you down, guarantee he gon' whack something

n***a, high speeds, we don't stop, f**k the one time (f**k the one time)
On billboards with the mafia like Shoreline (n***a)
Boss hoes, shake something if the rent paid (b*t*h)
Ask n***as, I've been turnt since the sixth grade (n***a)
Chase downs, head shots, n***a, walk ups (Ha-ha)
I heard them n***as speaking down, n***a, talk up
The ho sh*t (Ha), we don't tolerate no ho sh*t (We don't tolerate it)
And if them people ask them questions, we don't know sh*t (We don't know nothing, n***a)