Chase Em Down Lil Zay Osama (Ft. G Herbo)

[Intro: Lil Zay Osama]
Gang
Gang (Gang, gang), gang
(Oh my God, what it this? An L beat)

[Chorus: Lil Zay Osama]
Chase him down, glah (Come here)
He on the ground, get up (Get up)
Him and his mans hit up (They hit up)
His ass can't get up, mhm (Frrah, frrah)
Ambulance 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 pеrson with this gen five (Mhm), four nickel (Mhm, grrah)

[Verse 1: G Herbo]
Ayy, fifteen shot my first Blick, nеxt 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
So my mama know you niggas bitches
I be still 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
Pray the clique don't indicted (Shh)