[Intro: Yak Yola]
We don't even say go no more, we say Fro
(Aye, smoke got that dope)
(Deno, what's poppin')

[Verse 1: Jae100]
I don't give a fuck about these rap n***as (Fuck 'em)
Hondo be with shooters and all trap n***as (And all trap n***as)
Really hopped out broad day and tried to clap n***as (Tried to clap n***as)
And I ain't gotta say too much, but you can ask n***as (I don't)
They know what we on, we be quick to bend them blocks (Bend them blocks)
All them n***as that be dissin' us, they never send no shots (Never send no shots)
God present on my birthday, bro just called, he wet a opp (He wet a opp)
I said "Damn bro, give me details", he just said he hit his top (Hit a headshot)
Now he a goner, YBC bitch, we the chasers (Chasers)
All these n***as gettin' paper, or get close and really bang shit (We campin' on them)
Threw a switchy on the back, so when you shoot, don't gotta aim it
Threw a switchy on the back, so when you shoot, don't gotta aim it

[Verse 2: Reek12hunnit & Yak Yola]
They keep braggin' 'bout them pop shots (That shit was wack)
They know we come through and make it count (We make it count)
Still rollin' dead n***as, ridin' through the city suited up (Bro suited up)
Bro see the bag, and get a run, she drop the fast, and get you touched (Plucked)
We done dropped n***as, they like OTF, and we them Ducks (What)
They know we murder, cop bitch tryna grab us
I told bro "no pullin' over", grab my mask, and then we out
We see that boy, and now he unheard of (God don't give a fuck)
We done got that drop, and hit his top, another murder
Splash gang, stand on top, he tripped and fell, boy that shit over (Boy that shit over)
Hold on, wait, bro he ain't finished (We ain't finished)
Chase him down, put two up in his top, that's how we feelin' (Bitch, that's how we feelin')
They know they can't post up on our side, or we gon' get 'em (We gon' get 'em)
QRiz', I was slippin' in that ride, we had to blick 'em (We had to blick 'em) (Go)
[Verse 3: Ybcdul & Yak Yola]
Sittin' there, rollin' up the dead opps (Dead opps)
How the fuck that boy still alive, he caught a headshot?
They told me "Don't diss the dead", I'm like "I can't stop" (I'm like why not?)
Fro, Buddy, Snipe, all in the air, that's three different blocks
We done bent the whole fuckin' west, we lookin' for the opps (Tryna find the opps)
Q5 or K3 can't make no more jump shots
I can sell a pound so fast, all dead opps (So fast)
Why you flexin' like you got cash, knowin' you dead pop' (What?)

[Bridge Ybcdul & Yak Yola]
Bobby's see me crackin' heads, in the city, n***as know (We the chasers, go)
And we the ones that got the bags, n***as know (Fro)
(Yeah, we the ones that clap the clappers)
Bobby's see me crackin' heads, in the city, n***as know
And we the ones that got the bags, n***as know (Fro)

[Verse 4: Yak Yola]
Yeah I'm a real rapper, uh, (Go), yeah I'm a real trapper (Fro)
I might fuck your bitch, and do a drill after (What? Spin)
Wait, bro go on a tour, and kill a real rapper (Spin again)
Wait, left shit on his whip, and spin his wheel backwards (Go)
We the ones that send the Klapperz up, we real clappers
Yeah we the ones that wrap the rappers up, we real rappers (Go)
Lil' bro can't wait to let his Nina bust
But we the reason n***as don't chill on the 9, we come through heatin' up (Turnt it up)
I heard QRizzy caught a headshot, n***a Mir caught one to the neck
And Snipe got caught up at the light, guess he ain't make it back (No)
Where the fuck is Livvy? tell him "Get up with me, in the city" (Get it in the city)
It ain't no I get busy, glizzy with the swizzy and a fanny mag (Fanny mag)
You know it's the chasers, and been that, and bitch it's still that
We known for chasin' n***as down the street, and make 'em feel that (Feel that)
Hot shit, fuck P80, this a Glock with a mop stick, I can pop shit 'cause I pop shit (Chase you down)
[Outro: Yak Yola]
Go, go spin again, we don't even say go no more n***a we say Fro
Man fucks them, we spinin' back to back then back then back then back
Slidin' up and let that shit blow
Spin once then spin again, then spin again
Like I said we don't even say go no more man we screamin' Fro
Givin' n***as headshots all close range shit, it's the chasers