Bag Chasers ft. KÂVI Lyrics

We ran up a bag, we got digits, got money

you think I ain't rich cause I'm dressin real bummy

Stay runnin' with hate, but my days are still sunny

Pull up with the chopper and leave you ass runnin'

But wait, I don't wanna go and spy

Had to leave it in the past

Y'all are here bragging about new shit, but in reality, that shit is trash

Yo bitch all on me, rockin' denim jeans

You know how it be

Youngin' sippin' on the lean

Best believe that shit be killin' my spleen

Know you ain't part of the team, so if you play, you get hit with that bean

Had to get off of the leash, so I'm going, let all the real niggas eat

Yeah please back away, get out of my pocket

He ain't make a play, so he can't make a profit

They jump in the whip, like a motherfuckin' mosh pit

Look at that chain, yeah it drip like a faucet

Bad bitch lookin' fine, You know im tryna taste her

Fuck for the night, then call on her later

Check out my mic, you get left by the hater

But I'm doing fine, cause I'm a bag chaser

This beat so cold, okay, I think I felt a shiver

Bottle full of liquor, someone come pray for my liver (Plug)

He asked for features, so you know that I deliver

They gon' try and test me, but my finger's on the trigger

I'm only 17, but saw six figures

They say I'm broke, okay, I gotta go figure

They ain't see shit yet, so you know I'm growing bigger

Okay, goddamn

Ha

This ain't no Gameboy, but you know I'm advanced

I'm so off the wall, but I ain't got no Vans

Okay, damn, I go band to band in France

All these fuckin' diamonds, put your bitch up in a trance