[Lyric] Chasing Dibas (Sleezy Luciano)

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See I be on my grind (grind)
I be on that stupid shit (yeah)
You's out with your homies
Cuffing ratchets on some cupid shit
Man I be bout my dough (dough)
I be on my grizzly
Man we outchea chasing Dibas with the niggas
So we outchea workin’

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Yewen
Ah
Yeh-yeah
Stackin’ racks with with my team
Ooh
When from grindin’ I sit back relax and I lean
Yewen
Yea we get these shows like back-to-back with my team
Tell' em
You stay hatin’ but you cats is wack, Phuma kim'
Sleezy

Put in this work till we runnin’ the game
Fuck is you sayin’ (okay)
They call me the Sleezy Hussain (yewen)
I'm getting all these niggas slain
Nigga they say all my shit is insane
And when I'm spittin’, I'm installing in pain
Nigga it's Sleezy, the new Baby Jake with the Skilly
Sit back and watch how I make it look easy

I came up
Working hard to get caked up
To get paid up
So I stayed up (stayed up)
In the lad getting shaped up
Put in work
Boy I prayed up (prayed up)
Beast mode like I'm caged up (caged up)
Why these niggas now face up
‘Cause I'm superman with my cape up
They like “Eish fuck”
Now they tell me this shit is incredible
But nigga I know
So fuck it, just pay me
This shit is incredible
And if they ain't know, let ‘em know
It's the only life I know
Spit that slowly, nice and go
Shit
And these girls wanna mess with the kid
Wanna get this holly pipe and go
Yewen
See I be on my grind (grind)
I be on that stupid shit (yeah)
You's out with your homies
Cuffing ratchets on some cupid shit
Man I be bout my dough (dough)
I be on my grizzly
Man we outchea chasing Dibas with the niggas
So we outchea workin’

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Yewen
6 figures
From sick niggas
I mean 6 niggas in a row (okay)
I might switch filters
If I slip liquor
I might be Hitler in a go (alrigh’)
Hit a lick quicker
Wit my trigger finger
Make ‘em hole's linger so they know (wooh)
They can meet the reaper
Or just meet the reader
I could X your box
Like I'm playin’ fifa

They could talk a plan
But I walk it man
Bitches posin’ like it's instagram
Drop a hunnid just to buy a gram
I need that money over a hunnid grand
Yeah

Let me get the bag
Over a hunnid milli
In a gucci rag
If I gotta take it
Then I'll rip the tag
I'm the champion
Didn't mean to brag

Yeah
I'm a savage
It's contagious
You might catch it
It's addictive
It's a habit
I'ma get lit wit’ my matches
You can get ripped
Its a panic
Fucked wit’ Linsey
Now it's Janet
You come second
‘Cause you manage
This that global for the masses
Huh

Take it to the top
Be easy
You might just end up shot
Actin’ like you ain't know this is the spot
I be cookin’ that violence in my pot
You be seemin’ all faded and weary
I got that balmain I'm wearin’
Called the boss ‘cause I seem scary
Or ‘cause my lifestyle to heavy
Because

See I be on my grind (grind)
I be on that stupid shit (yeah)
You's out with your homies
Cuffing ratchets on some cupid shit
Man I be bout my dough (dough)
I be on my grizzly
Man we outchea chasing Dibas with the niggas
So we outchea workin’

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