Gangsta Shit/Jack n Jill

Lyrics

[Part I] [Intro] CHASE THE MONEY, CHASE THE MONEY What the fuuuck Aye, aye aye [Chorus] That's that bumpin shit, this that gangsta shit Make 'em hate on this, you can spray to this We get cake to this, better not play with this Eliantte got my wrist so bright, sometimes I hate this shit [Verse 1] Knocks at the door, who dat? Better not pull your pistol on me, if you know we don't do that No cap in my rap, guns leaving like they strapped Call Of Duty AK shit on a nigga, on the bottom of that bitch just a booty I ain't let the rest of them dogs on the run Get your ass kick jack lee, I'm the one I don't really knew what time it was Ima ride with the gang, ain't raid no nun Money got my [?] with a lock, nigga imma die with a lock A lot of niggas die whеre I'm from, but how you justify with a gun I really wanna slide on somе, but I really need to work on my pride or some Fuck it, a nigga smell pussy Dawg in the game, man let it off then [Chorus] That's that bumpin shit, this that gangsta shit Make 'em hate on this, you can spray to this We get cake to this, better not play with this Eliantte got my wrist so bright, sometimes I hate this shit [Outro] CHASE THE MONEY, CHASE THE MONEY [Part II] [Intro] CHASE THE MONEY, CHASE THE MONEY [Buckle?] up, let's woah! Aye aye aye aye, aye Huh ho, aye aye [Chorus 2] Jack n Hill, then pop the pill, that took you down with some water Jill got pound, jack kicked her out, her uber can put [after?] Her boy got pounds, we found it, we made a mega disaster Opps get jacked we didn't elect, the feds, they came right after [Verse 2] Hottage in the city, tripple [?] Yeah they say we litty, fucking penny [?] I just emped the choppa, post some water only it start [?] Nigga always sippin', they don't got mortel, then it starts hittin' It's the henny or the remmy, I just thought about penny on your [?] Boost ya mean, wifey I feel you don't like me, you gon' fight me Heard that bitch was taken [?] that bitch she like me, wanna try me I'm so fucking [?] Bitch you cannot find me, wanna sign me Came in with the sticks and ice like it's hockey Trappin your [?] like a spider out my pocket S-S-Screw your hoe but slam the bitch I ain't talkin' lock up, back door look [?] Ouh, oh my god, duke goin' hard Pulled up in one car and killed your whole garage M-M-Many boys can't see me, I'm talking camouflage Highest nigga walking and I put that thing on god [Chorus 2] Jack n Hill, then pop the pill, that took you down with some water Jill got pound, jack kicked her out, her uber can put [after?] Her boy got pounds, we found it, we made a mega disaster Opps get jacked we didn't elect, the feds, they came right after 2x