Chase the Bag

Pulling up my blinds so I can open up the window

Run up to my house, you'll get popped with the pistol

If you really bought it, you'll get smoked like Crystal

How I know where you live, ya bitch gave me the info

Bitch, I'm like a lighter cuz you know I bring the fire

Bitch, I'm high as fuck like a bird on the wire

Bob Ross plugged me with happy little trees

Three rounds made your bitch weak at the knees

Stay away from me, I don't want your negative energy

Yeah, fuck your opinion

I had to move out the hood, my mind said "it's crazy"