purbs - BAG CHASEN (feat. xha) Lyrics

(OMG, is that Peso Purbs?)
Get to the pape, nigga I'm a bag chaser
Run to the money like a hundred on the pacer
If ion got it, shawty hit you with the taser
We got them Glock 19s with the lasers
Bitch trippen if she thinks I'm finna chase her
Got that drum on my hip, without a tracer
She comin back, cause she f*cken with the flavor
That boy a faggot, cause that nigga he a glazer
I got bout thirty on my hip nigga then I do the dash
We in that Hellcat SRT goin fast
Ion wanna hear you speak
Unless you talmbout that cash
And ion want that dirty hoe
Cause my nigga she been passed
Got that blicky on my hip nigga finna up the stash
We in that Hellcat SRT finna crash
Don't wanna hear you speak
I just wanna tap that ass
Then I pass that dirty hoe to my bruther
And he smashed
You all up onnat hoe
But I been f*cken with that bitch
And I run the money route
Boy you know I ran that hitch
Ian gone stop until all my niggas rich
Hurd that boy told, I can't f*ck with a snitch
Bitch I'm in Miami I f*ck with them palm trees
Shawty suck the tip, while we sippin in the breeze
I like my hoes paid, she can't f*ck with me for free
You like the leftovers, you be f*cking with debris
My bitch she tropical, yeah, she's that Baja blast
I got the AK and put bout 40' on your ass
Life's so short but a nigga livin fast
All this bag chasen got a nigga gassed