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roman6ixv3 - chasin' a bag lyrics

[chorus: kid juno]

i’m chasin’ a bag, you comin’ in last
you wish you was me and you mad
i follow a dream, when i blow imma put on my team
you better believe, i’m changin’ the scene
imma die a legend, rest in peace to those who ain’t believe
i ain’t gunna leave
it’s a body burial, i’m finna bury you at sea
i’m chasin’ a bag, you comin’ in last
you wish you was me and you mad
i follow a dream, when i blow imma put on my team
you better believe, i’m changin’ the scene
imma die a legend, rest in peace to those who ain’t believe
i ain’t gunna leave
it’s a body burial, i’m finna bury you at sea

[verse 1: roman6ixv3]

i’m chasin’ a bag, these n-gg-s is mad, they kissin’ my -ss, yuh
i’m chasin’ a bag, i f-ck on your b-tch, you know you is mad, yuh
you comin’ in last, i’m smokin’ on gas
i pull up you know i got cash, yuh
i pull up with sammythesavage, you know we got cabbage, yuh
i’m chasin’ a bag

[verse 2: trainerlyric]

i’m chasin’ a bag, uh huh
n-gg-s been rippin’ our swag, uh huh
flippin’ so fast, like that’s all of our bullets aimed straight at your -ss, uh huh
aye, i’m ballin’, callin’ up mayus, we never miss when we makin’ a p-ss, uh huh
all of the green, gonna photosynthesis, and finna spend it with cash, uh huh
talkin’ all this money, got hunnids inside a ballgame
money, gotta get it inside the clutch because
most of you n-gg-s and b-tches could never get to it
and if you would get it to, you’d all flex em’ all
but you spent it at the mall, ah
slowin’ down, finna get brains around
i smoke weed, that gas, that kush
i do not do no pour-rounds, huh
sippin’ on dasani water
and i’ll leave the water bottle open
just because a n-gg- don’t know how to cap
swear to god most of you n-gg-s don’t know how to rap
but it really just kinda happen that the beat kinda slap
and your feats kinda wack too
your girlfriend put it a world where them -ss gon’ clap them cheeks in the back

[bridge: t1me]
ah, man, all of those were good, but i’m trynna hear t1me on the track, know what i’m sayin’?

[verse 3: t1me]

yuh, yuh
t1me is the one with the rhyme, yeah
the one makin’ dollas’ not dimes, yeah
i k!ll a rapper that’s the crime, yeah
take your girl cuz she fine, yeah
chasin’ a bag, don’t wanna be last
you movin’ too slow, i’m movin’ too fast
i’m goin’ to cl-ss, i’m smokin’ that gas
these rappers, they scared, they goin’ out sad
1, 2, 3, 4, “who’s that knockin’ at my door?”
5, 6, 7, 8, i swear all y’all is actin’ fake
9,1 0, 11, 12, all y’all bout’ to take the l
i’m makin’ all these rappers sick, hopin’ all of y’all feel well

- roman6ixv3 lyrics

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