Lil Zay Osama, G Herbo - Chase Em Down lyrics

Gang gang (Gang, gang) , gang
Oh my God, what it this? An L beat

Chase him down, glah (Come here)
He on the ground, get up (Get up)
Hand me his mask, hit up (They hit up)
His ass can't get up, mhm (Frrah, frrah)
If he lands, pick him up, tell
'em, "Go dig him up", mhm
(Tell 'em, "Go dig him up)
Now he a dead homie
Fuck all of your dead homies
(Fuck all of your dead homies) , mhm
It was messy on the scene
We left his ass with red on 'em (Red on 'em)
Pull up on 'em, bail out on 'em full swings
(Come here) , we ain't
Sparin' no nigga (Grrah, frrah)
Smoke his ass, a bold bitch (Bold bitch)
Get up close in person with this gen five
(Mhm) , four nickel (Mhm, grrah)



Ayy, fifteen shot my first Blick
Next week put on six capes (No cap)
Used to be drillin', now I'm rich
They still spinnin', shall drench
Stuck in the trenches, I was lit
Nigga ask Jay P and Mick
And I have to come do 'em legit (No bap)
Still gotta move with a stick (No bap)
He don't know what to do with the switch
(Brrt)
Got to send more than two on the blitz (Phew)
Yeah, my gang get wicked, the sickest
We don't leave no niggas with sticthes
Used to stay on the opps, I was viscous
Saw my momma, you niggas bitches
I still be in the 'Raq taking pictures
So a lot of you lil' niggas bitches, pussy
Finish missions, got exited
Free Lil' Inch, gotta fight it
Making statements, niggas writing
She gettin' fishy, I don't like it
Four-nick like some lightning
Catch a Vick, this bitch a strike 'em
It did so much shit as strikers
Pretty clique, don't indicted (Shh)

Chase him down (Come here) , glah
He on the ground (Get up) , get up (Get up)
Hand me his mask (They hit up) , hit up
His ass can't get up (Frrah, frrah) , mhm
If he lands, pick him up, tell
'em, "Go dig him up", mhm
(Tell 'em, "Go dig him up)
Now he a dead homie
Fuck all of your dead homies
(Fuck all of your dead homies)
Chase him down, glah (Glah)
He on the ground, get up (Get up)
Hand me his mask, hit up (Hit up)
His ass can't get up, mhm
If he lands, pick him up, tell
'em, "Go dig him up", mhm
(Dig him up) now he a dead homie
(Dead homies) , fuck all of your dead
Homies (All of your dead homies) , mhm

Bud Light in that Benz
(That Benz) with that drum on me (Drum)
This yo' days, don't hit the floor
You better not run from me (Frrah, frrah)
Catch up, I'ma stand over yo' ass
(I'ma stand over yo' ass)
Fuck them cameras, you know I got mask
(You know I got mask)
It's on the news, his ass got
Blast four times in the face
I'm knowin' he fried (Glah) , nigga
Ayy, light the room, pick on Facebook
Got yo' face took
Aim (Aim) , when I stunt at them niggas (Nigga) I rob, they know how I rock (Nigga) , so they shook (They shook)
All my opps dyin', when it comes to bodies
You know how they look
(You know how they look)
I been disrespecting all my opps so much
That I got my page took (Fuck 'em)
We can't catch 'em, killers brothers
Fonem died, they mommas cryin' fuck it
(Huh?) , we make yo' momma suffer
(Make yo' momma suffer)
Nigga, we breed killers
I can make Obama tuff (Obama tuff)
Really from the mud
Learned from my mommas brothers
(Learned from my mommas brothers)
Catch a body next day
Don't think nothin' of it
(Don't think nothin' of it, glah, glah, glah
Glah)

Chase him down (Come here) , glah
He on the ground (Get up) , get up (Get up)
Hand me his mask (They hit up) , hit up
His ass can't get up (Frrah, frrah) , mhm
If he lands, pick him up, tell
'em, "Go dig him up", mhm
(Tell 'em, "Go dig him up)
Now he a dead homie
Fuck all of your dead homies
(Fuck all of your dead homies)
It was messy on the scene
We left his ass with red on 'em (Red on 'em)
Pull up on 'em, bail out on 'em (Come here)
Full swings (Come here) , we ain't
Sparin' no nigga (Grrah, frrah)
Smoke his ass, a bold bitch (Bold bitch)
Get up close in person with this gen five
(Mhm) , four nickel (Mhm, grrah, nigga)