Lyrics:

Chase a sack, run it up, can't fumble
(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
Chase a sack, run it up, can't fum—

All alone, nigga, who you gon' run to?
Bitch nigga better duck when this gun shoot
He a fool, he'll hang out the sunroof
Standin' on the frontline in the jungle
Sellin' raw, we got dope by the bundle
Chase a sack, run it up, can't fumble
Chase a sack, run it up, can't fumble
Chase a sack, run it up, uh

Catch him lackin', put his ass on the high life
Few rounds got him down for the count like it's Fight Night
And my shooter don't talk like he the shy tyoe
Switchin' for his homie, man, that's who he gon' die like
Man, I don't give a fuck 'bout a nigga
Say I ain't the man, how the fuck do you figure?
Two years in already up eight figures
We got it in while we was drunk off liquor
Pass me the ball like Kobe fourth quarter
Icebox piece took a flight out to Georgia
Reach and get popped it's gon go in that order
Backdoor locked can't go out like Rich Porter

All alone, nigga, who you gon' run to?
Bitch nigga better duck when this gun shoot
He a fool, he'll hang out the sunroof
Standin' on the frontline in the jungle
Sellin' raw, we got dope by the bundle
Chase a sack, run it up, can't fumble
Chase a sack, run it up, can't fumble
Chase a sack, run it up, can't fumble

I'ma write this to the trenches with love
Feel like I owe you let's get it in blood
Hopped in the whip with Lil Chris and some gloves
It shouldn't depend on how fridget I was
Went on a mission with cuz
Did it in proof, niggas bitch, we went the club
Niggas ain't richer than us
Bro was on bond for a ten but I sent him dub
Went up eight figures, a trench baby
I took the risk, I'ma risk baby (Risk baby)
Now all my children is rich babies (Rich babies)
Use to shoot, sound like M80s (Grrah)
Diamonds, they white, call 'em Slim Shady
My neck two-hundred, my wrist eighty
Won in it, feel like I'm Brady (Yea)
I beat the trenches, it's crazy (It's crazy)
I wanna say 'Fuck them niggas' but I can't forget 'bout the trenches, it made me
I took them millies and made double digits, I can't lie, I been getting lazy
Straight from the gutter, can't blame (Blame me)
I use to stay where that flame be (Grrah)
And them rap disses can’t faze me
Buddy a ghost call him Swayze

All alone, nigga, who you gon' run to?
Bitch nigga better duck when this gun shoot
He a fool, he'll hang out the sunroof
Standin' on the frontline in the jungle
Sellin' raw, we got dope by the bundle
Chase a sack, run it up, can't fumble
Chase a sack, run it up, can't fumble
Chase a sack, run it up, can't fumble
All alone, nigga, who you gon' run to?
Bitch nigga better duck when this gun shoot
He a fool, he'll hang out the sunroof
Standin' on the frontline in the jungle
Sellin' raw, we got dope by the bundle
Chase a sack, run it up, can't fumble
Chase a sack, run it up, can't fumble (NLE top shotta)
Chase a sack, run it up, can't fumble (Ayy)

When I got in that jam, I ain't mumble (Ain't mumble)
Lotta niggas folded on me, they crumble (They crumble)
They gon' sleep on a nigga who humble (Who humble)
When you die, be the first one to bump you (They bump you)
Closest nigga gon' be the one who slump you (Brrt)
'Cause the opps ain’t never gon' come through (Brrt)
Get the drop on the spot, then we run through (Brrt)
Turn a whole block to a fuckin' barbecue (Brrt, brrt)
We was really out there riskin' our life (Riskin' our life)
Freedom or death, what you gonna decide (Gonna decide)
Took his last breath, then he looked at the sky (Looked at the sky)
When it's time to die, you can’t be revived (Revived)
Four pockets full, 'bout pop at the guys, you should break down the sent to highs
Niggas tryna buy it? Whip it up until we tired
Don't get high on yo' supply
Don't know bout you, but I'm clutchin' mine (I'm clutchin' mine)
Momma gon' lose her mind if I resign (If I resign)
For my family, man I gotta provide (I gotta provide)
For my daughter, man I give 'em a spine (Give 'em my spine)
Fuck these niggas, I can't give 'em a dime (Give 'em a dime)
Fuck these bitches, they just wastin' my time (Wastin' my time)
Forever shine, 'cause I'm stuck in my prime (Stuck in my prime)
Stars align, now I’m livin' divine (Ayy)
Pass the peloton, and I'm coming in first, I’m the realest to do it, I put that on my hearse (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, that on my hearse)
Give him a shirt 'cause the , come see what it’s worth and when you're put in the dirt (Put in the dirt)
Bitch I'ma hotboy, they calling me Turk, but I’m feeling like Weezy when I drop a verse (When I drop a verse)
Baby glizzy in the vert, like Curt (Brrt)
Lurkin' in the Maybach, pull back the curtain (Brrt, brrt)

All alone, nigga, who you gon' run to? (Run to)
Bitch nigga better duck when this gun shoot (Gun shoot)
He a fool, he'll hang out the sunroof (Sunroof)
Standin' on the frontline in the jungle
Sellin' raw, we got dope by the bundle (Bundle)
Chase a sack, run it up, can't fumble
Chase a sack, run it up, can't fumble (Fumble)
Chase a sack, run it up, can't fumble
All alone, nigga, who you gon' run to? (Brrt, brrt)
Bitch nigga better duck when this gun shoot (Brrt, brrt)
He a fool, he'll hang out the sunroof (Brrt, brrt)
Standin' on the frontline in the jungle (Brrt, brrt)
Sellin' raw, we got dope by the bundle (By the bundle)
Chase a sack, run it up, can't fumble
Chase a sack, run it up, can't fumble (Can't fumble)

Chase a sack, run it up, can't fumble
Chase a sack, run it up, can't fumble
Chase a sack, run it up, can't fumble
Chase a sack, run it up, can't fumble