CASAMIGO CHASER

Shit, man, yeah, yeah I'm like I hate a bitch, always askin' for some pape Tell me why, did you say you real when niggas really fake In the sky, boy that's where you stay if you come tryna play She like why, did you lean me on if you ain't tryna stay Shit, get up in your bag, make it happen, make a way I'm on I-75 tryna make another play I might look you in your eyes and f*ck your hoe but I ain't fake I'm a lime green fiend and I'm slimy, I'm not snake, yeah Let me take another break, yeah Let me pour my other drink Ain't no stoppin' in this whip, we hit the gas like where the break Fifty condoms in the crib, a bitch can't tell me that she late Man, I'm like the greatest , you don't want that late text These niggas better go and cop a mag like it's safe sex Why you steady talkin' what you had, boy that's lame shit How the f*ck you cuffin' on a runner, boy that's gang bitch Really, I've been ballin' every summer like I'm Cambridge Lotta niggas Calvin, never showin' where your safe is Casamigo Chaser, Hellcat racer I set up shop in Indiana like the Pacers I save them bitches in my phone by they flavor I hate the nigga always cappin' bout his cases Pour it up drank it, never ever chase her Me I just f*ck a few times then replace her Ayy, she like, baby, baby, please don't leave me I've been drivin' high speeds on the road in a demon She keep saying I broke her heart, life is hard, now I'm leavin New bitch, diva, pretty and conceited Lately, I've been tryin' to kick the cup, I think I need it Baby, you can f*ck me over once, we never even These niggas not P, not Ski, G either Have you ever seen fifty million dollars? Me neither Man, run it up, stack it, money in the mattress Lately I been livin' good, can't complain about the madness My lil' bitch, she from the hood, she screamin' out, she never lackin Shake it for me, clap it, you might get a bag then You walk up in the club and ask her for a lap dance I hit the baddest, you might think it's magic Really, you just gotta spit the game, ain't gotta have bands Run up on me, tryna catch a hat, ain't gotta half chance But nigga I hate a bitch, always askin' for some pape Tell me why, did you say you real when niggas really In the sky, that is where you be if niggas tryna, yeah