ZAR - Chase Down (feat. Lonzo Slimeyy)

Slime, Slime
Yeah, uh
Whole lot of 300 shit man
Got my nigga Zar with me
Slime
I stay smokin' za, thinking 'bout spinnin' beyblades at they top
Ain't no pushin' up on us, heard the mob got unlimited shots
Did the dash on the feds, in the hemi, she still shaked the block
Call my nigga Dylan, we at a bonfire party at the spot
Bad bitch get to shakin', bustin' out them shorts, damn it's hot
Shake what yo' mama gave you lil' bitch, pop, lock and drop
Cut that goofy shit out nigga, you said you was gon' spin
Stop beefin' on the net, rush out let me see you workout twin
Pop out pushout gang, in my hand ready to get it in
My niggas really be in that woodwork, fishing that creek, spin that benz
Hit his man, goddamn his body did a Harlem shake
Drakey in my dip, glizzy tucked nigga right on my waist
Radicate, fat ass .762 blow off his fuckin' face
Posted on the M, come shop and buy som za' today (Yeah)
You got to be funny?
Steppin' to me, you not even a threat
Come to the block and we gettin' you stretched
Just like a thot, we aim at his neck
Just like a crease, I'm really gon' step
Got to be cap
Claimin' you this and you claimin' you that
Iron to his body, we signin' off tats
Just like Shredder, we killin' off rats
Spin in the dark, I feel like a bat
Way before 'rona, I had me a mask
Mexican girl, she shakin' her ass
Feelin' like Rondo, you know I'ma pass
Shoutout to Tizzy, you know we get busy
Shoutout to Dylan, you put on for the city
Shoutout to Lonzo, you know we get active
Shoutout to David, we showin' 'em action
Steppin' to me, you get split like a fraction
Walkin' em down, I feel like a Jackson
Chasin' 'em down, I show 'em my passion
Chasin' 'em down, I show 'em my passion
First of all, it's fuck the police
Second of all, it's fuck all my peace
Get popped like it's grease, yo' girl for the streets
She grindin' on me, she feelin' on me
She know that you cap, we call you a bitch
Blue on me like Lilo and Stitch
Play with my name, you get popped like a zit
Keep it a hundred like givin' out zips
It don't even matter, quit all the chatter
Really not havin', you really a slacker
How you got motion, but you movin' 'round backward? (How you got motion, but you movin' 'round backward?)
'Member 'em nights, the opps gettin' splattered? ('Member 'em nights, the opps gettin' splattered?)
'Member 'em nights, the opps gettin' splattered?
Chase Down

Written by:
Lonzo Slimeyy, Sazar Ramos

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