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letra de slow and steady - youngbagchasers

[intro]
(deno, what’s poppin’?)

[verse 1: yak yola]
i’m like brodie, what’s the word? he like yak, what’s the math?
i make that call and them k!llers get on your ass
i’m like what’s your rank? n-gga, what your wreck about?
look we the chasers, hawk that n-gga down and shoot him til he check out
i heard the opps tryn’ run game, i’m like f-ck you if you from 0 to 4
b-tch we treat the 9 like the gun range, yeah we be crackin’ tacos
tell buck to get that cheese back, we know it’s not yours
with your broke ass, all your partners dead
and the ones that’s livin’ broke and gettin’ no cash
lil livvy got mе so mad, i’m tryn’ find out where his folks at
and that youngin’ from the back block, ran so fast
okay wе made that n-gga giddy up, now his dirty ass ain’t gettin’ us
now his posse gotta pick him up

[verse 2: dah fetti]
tap the switch on that n-gga, make him tap dance
turkey b-tt jumpin’, this b-tch givin’ me a lap dance
k3, he missed his jump shot, that was his last chance
the coroner’s on the way, they bout to put him in that black bag
n-ggas know we doa, we gettin’ over, kickin’ over on your shoulders
we hop out, we sendin’ big boulders, we sendin’ big boulders
tap the switchy on a n-gga
get close, i’m tryn’ ricky me a n-gga
nine shots to his body, i’m tryn’ 50 me a n-gga
get a drop, it’s time to slide, i’m tryn’ get to me a n-gga
[verse 3: babykha]
i had little bro get up wit him cause that n-gga dissin’
we get the drop, we slide up on ’em, catch that n-gga slippin’
two to the top, that n-gga dead, we completin’ missions
lil broski said you goin’ fed, n-gga steady dissin’

[verse 4: dah fetti]
murda gang, we the ones that’s crackin’ n-ggas heads
hoppin’ out at stop signs, you know we leavin’ n-ggas dead
walk ’em down, make ’em stand on everything they said
exotic p’s for 32, i’ll hit you up soon as they land
b-tch we the chasers, all bowls, different types of flavors

[verse 5: babykha]
no it ain’t my soda if it ain’t got wock in it
he was talkin’ out his top, so broski put some shots in it
we been lookin’ for some johnny’s, tryn’ bend some blocks in it
free most wanted, he a shooter, got me rollin’ up the snipe
it’s the same, that lil boy k3 lackin’ at that light
gotta play it right, hangin’ with them opps, you die tonight
rappin’ bout that bus stop, we jump out that truck and hit you up
now you flamed up, now your favorite rapper in a dub

[verse 6: dah fetti]
i get a rush every time, me and bk in a truck
he talkin’ bout that bus stop, what happened at that stop sign?
brodie hoppin’ out, walkin’ down, bangin’ brian brian
i’mma bring the .23 or shoot him the glock 9
get up close, flame his ass, now he on the timeline

- youngbagchasers

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