King Chase - Natural Beasts III (feat. YSAE)

I got sick tired of talking
And went and did some shit
You pussy nigga still in the house
Talking bout who really sick
I'm scoping out the scene
I'm disgusted
I'm bout to circumvent
Bandcamp
Lookin like my new trap
Feel like I'm back and shit
Call up my big Brody
He know me, I'm in my bag this year
I coolin off the albums for now
Feelin like my time is near
I'm swapping out my plugs
Stepping up my drugs
Every pack come with da extra
Neighbors mad as fuck
This that pressure
Shit you see in backwoods on the screen
Last nigga sold me huff
I wrote em off in season 3
Every time I drop
Bet I'm the best thing smoking
Every gram post
Another banger that thang smoking
1.5 of pressure
Ain't no Stuntz
You know it's smokin
Put tobacco in my blunt
I might just smack you for promotion
Yeen ain't gang and I know it
Who let Em in, I don't know em
Whole click gon air the grievance
Like a open town forum
Baddie with me cut like Halle
But she talking up a Storm
Her friend quiet and she thick
She got that thoroughbred form
Halle keep on talkin crazy
Fuck it make it swap for em
Bitch it's Draft Day
You on the clock
I can't pick just any thot
They like don't say that
But fuck em
Say they gon cancel me
Fuck it what of it
Them real ones gon play me
I bump in the cutlass
I vibe in impalas
I indie the dollars
No corporate the sponsors
I bossed up
Went heartless my nigga

Written by:
Anthony Cofield Jr, Donovin Cofield

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