Tha Kid - Chase Lyrics

F*ck you talkin bout
Ayy, f*ck you talkin bout
F*ck you talkin bout
Lil bitch, f*ck you talkin bout
75MG
Ridin in tha foreign don't think im smashing the brakes
Put all this ice on my chain because tha neck began to ache
Droppin 2 racks on my coat gotta go drip like a lake
Them diamonds all up on your neck be dropping your shits lookin fake
Got 10 racks on me when im walkin out tha Chase
My coupe be going crazy like that bitch from outer space
Hit a lick in all black I'd be mad if I left a trace
Up in Indiana counting money y'all cant match tha pace
Walkin out Neimans had to go pop all tha tags
Tha wallet didn't f*ckin work stuffed 500 in Louis bags
All these racks in my pocket making my jeans sag
Rockin all this L.V. not talkin about handbags
Just hoped out tha whip I started shooting not no motion
My neck been dripping diamonds like im walking out tha ocean
Y'all be cappin in your music bout them bitches grab your lotion
Pulled up to your town cause I heard that you don't tote shit
Mixing wok up in my double cup it look like potion
Gucci sweater on my back I heard y'all rocking old shit
I do this for tha gang and tha city that my notion
Pourin out a 4 for tha ward and now we toasting
How y'all talkin down when you aint whipping a foreign
Lookin at your chain its rockless that shit lookin boring
They finna call me tha goat like my name is Michael Jordan
Push a button in tha whip drop tha top and now we soaring
Ridin in tha foreign don't think im smashing the brakes
Put all this ice on my chain because tha neck began to ache
Droppin 2 racks on my coat gotta go drip like a lake
Them diamonds all up on your neck be dropping your shits lookin fake
Got 10 racks on me when im walkin out tha Chase
My coupe be going crazy like that bitch from outer space
Hit a lick in all black I'd be mad if I left a trace
Up in Indiana counting money y'all cant match tha pace
Runnin through my city and tha gang keep coming with me
Tha foreign named Harden in tha lanes I be so shifty
Only lean is in my cup I do not sip on whiskey
That bitch was like a cop came to tha crib tried to frisk me
I do this for tha city tryna put us on tha map
Got a thick bitch in tha whip she sittin on my lap
F*ckin wit me knowing that I do not ever cap
Just talkin all my shit and im always spitting facts
They ask me why im shinning and I point right to my necklace
I got them hoes all on my phone talkin like im Sheck Wes
Never ducking drama cause im living Young and Reckless
And I got my G-Lock even when I eat my breakfast
Still be going crazy gotta go collect my checks
Pulled up to your town with my diamonds just to flex
This bitch was all up on my phone talkin hit me through tha text
She said "I heard you On Tha Block you up now f*ck who next"
Ridin in tha foreign don't think im smashing the brakes
Put all this ice on my chain because tha neck began to ache
Droppin 2 racks on my coat gotta go drip like a lake
Them diamonds all up on your neck be dropping your shits lookin fake
Got 10 racks on me when im walkin out tha Chase
My coupe be going crazy like that bitch from outer space
Hit a lick in all black I'd be mad if I left a trace
Up in Indiana counting money y'all cant match tha pace