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chase ya
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Hip-Hop/Rap
chase ya was released on June 13, 2025 by broke as a part of the album SWAG SUPREMACY
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Release DateJune 13, 2025
Labelbroke
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM81

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
SRT Sachi!
SRT Sachi!
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gabriel Molo
Gabriel Molo
Songwriter
aoxospectric
aoxospectric
Arranger
gimmieaspud
gimmieaspud
Arranger

Lyrics

Yeah (Good morning, Spud), yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, (Da-da-damn, Spectric), yeah
Ooh, ooh
Five racks, I done spent on Bape (Five racks)
Pill hit hard like 808 (808)
Ge-get so high, can't feel my face (Feel my face)
Come to me, ho, I ain't gon' chase ya (I ain't chase her)
I-I-I love God, and I love getting paper (Getting paper)
A-ARP give him—
We send him to his maker (Blatt; to his maker)
Yeah, I'm a villain, I ain't gon' save ya (I ain't gon' save ya)
Yeah, loud exotic, wake up the neighbors (Wake up the neighbors)
Yeah, fuck a hand out, ain't doing favors (Doing favors)
Yeah, I flew this bitch out from Jamaica (Out from Jamaica)
Yeah
Say my name when I hit it from the back, yeah (From the back)
Money on his head, get a **** whacked, yeah (Whacked)
Gen5 got me itching for a hat, yeah
Off-White on me, I made it (Off-White)
Rick Owen denim from Italy (Uh-huh), got me motivated (Me motivated)
My old bitch got on my nerves, I went and upgraded (Upgraded)
Widebody scraping the curbs (The curb), speeding my love language (My love language)
'Bout that action, I confirm (Confirm), my shooters so dangerous (So dangerous)
'Bo-'bout that action, I confirm (Confirm), my shooters so dangerous (So dangerous)
We don't give a fuck who you is (We don't)
We shoot you in front your bitch (Bitch; no)
Internal, we hit the switch (Switch)
I'm never without the blick (Blick)
Tell the plug, "I need my fix" (My fix)
I don't feel right when I get sober (Nah-nah)
Roll up, 3.5, let it take over (Let it, take over)
Five racks, I done spent on Bape (Five racks)
Pill hit hard like 808 (808)
Ge-get so high, can't feel my face (Feel my face)
Come to me, ho, I ain't gon' chase ya (I ain't chase her)
I-I-I love God, and I love getting paper (Getting paper)
A-ARP give him—
We send him to his maker (Blatt; to his maker)
Yeah, I'm a villain, I ain't gon' save ya (I ain't gon' save ya)
Yeah, loud exotic, wake up the neighbors (Wake up the neighbors)
Yeah, fuck a hand out, ain't doing favors (Doing favors)
Yeah, I flew this bitch out from Jamaica (Out from Jamaica)
Yeah
Written by: Gabriel Molo
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