AyooNick – Chasing Loot Lyrics

Chasing paper that's the loot
Family my only crew 
Popping out I'll shoot you too 
Getting money what I do
Robitussin in the room
Wearing crocs I got the shoes
Real niggas be comfy who, don't know you so we not cool 

Been trapping up out the school, young boy I'm breaking the rules
Get high
Oh yes I do 
Been locked up inside a school,
It taught me just how to move,
Move mountains with all my tools,
They crafty shady and cruel, 
Cross me once and then we through

Out like a light
Pussy niggas never fight 
I do that shit it's on site
My vision clear super sight
The knowledge I gained is right 
Diamonds gleaming super bright
Look in yo soul you can't lie
If I look into your eyes 
Grim reaper right by yo side
Never wearing a disguise 
Me and my goons really slide 
Told em ima ride or die 
When I dine
Eat divine
When I vibe bitch I vibe
From my hood we outside 
(From my hood we outside)

When I dance I just be jiggin 
I know I'm a spittin image 
I get it gotta go get it 
In the kitchen dirty dishes
Locked in prison really did it 
Be chillin just like a villain
She bald headed call her Krillen 
I'm so lit I'm on the ceiling 
I can't hear you incoherent 
Daily moisture bitch I need it
Beat that pussy left it leakin 
I'm prayin straight to my deken
I'm battling all these demons 
On my side, always eatin 
Speakers blasting they deceasing 
Volume down, that's decreasing
Money now got bitches screamin 

Screaming out I'm her daddy 
These niggas fake just like plastic 
They acting and never lasting
I'm blasting yea ultra blasting 
They mad they can't catch me lackin
I'm moving fast I hate traffic 
Dropped a song called everlastin 
Learned from it I'm never capping 
From the past I'm not relapsing
Out that side now I'm rapping 

Rapping is just like trappin
I want it I make it happen 
Never lackin so you slackin 
Talkin shit you get a cap in 
Like Chris Paul I'm always passing 

Passing throw you a dime 
Real niggas be on the sly 
I don't talk I only rhyme 
Need a bitch that's down to ride 

Ride this dick and do trick 
Told that bitch to lick and spit 
I like it nasty with the shits 
Caught that body now I dish 

Dishing out the assist 
Passing straight to the clique
Moving whippin a brick 
Get money I flip that shit 

Flick that shit just like a kick 
I was told that trix are for kids 
I'm silent I mind my biz 
Fake niggas talk all the shit 
That shit gone get you hit 
I'm not with that talkin shit 
I walk round wit a stick 
Bust a nut in her lips 

Hit it once then I dip 
That water is what is sip 
That Fiji is on my drip 
Was written just like a script