Gangsta sh*t/Jack n Jill lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro]
CHASE THE MONEY, CHASE THE MONEY
What the fuuuck
Aye, aye aye

[Chorus]
That's that bumpin sh*t, this that gangsta sh*t
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 sh*t

[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 sh*t on a n*gga, on the bottom of that b*tch 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, n*gga imma die with a lock
A lot of n*ggas 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
f*ck it, a n*gga smell pus*y
Dawg in the game, man let it off then
[Chorus]
That's that bumpin sh*t, this that gangsta sh*t
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 sh*t

[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, f*cking penny [?]
I just emped the choppa, post some water only it start [?]
n*gga 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 b*tch was taken
[?] that b*tch she like me, wanna try me
I'm so f*cking [?]
b*tch 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 b*tch
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 n*gga 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
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