Chaser (feat. Chapo)

I see how you be actin It got me shaking my head, pitiful Dis chapo on da beat Depending onna bitch I might go in raw I dont use a rubber when she givin jaw A freak on the low, rip me outta my drawers Trynna eat me from my tip right down to my balls She treat me like a king, ride me till her knees lock F*ck her in a AP, I used to buy G-Shocks Used to shop clearance, now I buy the whole stock Trynna get in her stomach or see if her C pop (Im trynna pop her cherry) Dis dick drivin her crazy, it got her attached I told her "time to go", but she keep coming back This shit was a problem way before I rapped When you dont give attention, thats when they get attracted Got to add to my life, I cant have you subtract I see through disguises, you wasting your time time When yo feelings get hurt, you say that you fine How I know? Cause I do the same to stop from crying Aint gotta cap to me baby, I know that you lying I dont want a city girl, I want a shy one I dont usually trick, but I might got to buy one If the bitch do me wrong, then I might got to fye one (chit, chit, bow) ... Come back Oh save me These demons come To take me Your heart was good My baby Scars been hurting lately Oh can you save me And bring me your all Staying loyal might not These angles on my wall Shh what you told me When all my dreams were blowing I was seeking for you I was soaking Heart be cold Car roaring Chopper spinning My head be spinning I Got the drill put in my feelings It Meant a lot When blood was spilling I Had to let it off Niggas think I'm a different man But that had took the fall I'm the one who told you what it was You blood stains on the wall Talking shit don't get you no where Fabricate excuse so well World don't care Yo ass still gone tell World ain't fair So who you gone spare I'll take this shit through the lane like im Kyrie Hit the game winner then hand out some signed sneaks Im on alert, aint nothin gettin by me Run up get gunned down, now you like "why me" Got two bad mexicans calling me "papi" A lightskin on first and im scoring like Tatis And to think that they aint even the top 3 Number one my list, she like 5'3 Got a nice smile, smart and she petite Be out the way, she shy but she a freak She in college trynna get a degree Say she dont f*ck with lames cause she love me Told her I aint got time for no loving I'm in love with the paper, no sub-in I aint stoppin this rap till im top 10 Poppin out wit no stick get you popped in, I mean popped up I seen niggas get trapped cause they knocked up A shorty who aint got nun to offer You would be better off if you dropped her To get back on the grind, get some more pape(r) Might have to flip a bag, get some more weight Trap got customer service like Chickfila Hustle got no age limit, aint too late