Bravo the Bagchaser
Specialist
[Intro]
(DTB, that's a slap)

[Verse 1: Offset Jim]
I swear to God this shit be easy to me, like ridin' a bike
I forgot to text her back, I was high as a kite
Askin' if I want the pussy, yeah, bitch, I just might
I just stumbled in the kitchen, dropped a four in my Sprite, ayy
Me and Yosh ride down Rodeo, pockets heavy, you guessed it
When it come to talkin' shit, bitch, you know I'm a specialist (Ayy)
When it come to totin' guns, bitch, you know I'm a weapon-ist
Pussy rapper, stay away, I don't need your acceptance (Ayy)

[Chorus: Offset Jim]
Fresh up off the jet, eight thousand in my sweats
Left an AR and a Draco posted in the West
Fresh up off thе jet, eight thousand in my sweats
Lеft an AR and a Draco posted in the West

[Verse 2: Offset Jim]
Policin' on that pussy ain't gon' stop her from choosin'
I been so caught up in winnin', how the fuck can I lose it?
Load after load, I'm gettin' it straight
I be really in the field, fuck playin' it safe
Bitch, I'm everything that's in my music
Went gold up in the trap for servin' users
I heard you had a bag and blew it
I could never be you n***as livin' clueless
[Chorus: Offset Jim & Bravo the Bagchaser]
Fresh up off the jet, eight thousand in my sweats
Left an AR and a Draco posted in the West
Pussy rapper, stay away, I don't need your acceptance (What up, Jim?)
When it come to talkin' shit, bitch, you know I'm a specialist

[Verse 3: Bravo the Bagchaser]
Fresh off the tour bus, the opps can't handle us (Nah, they can't handle us)
I ain't fuckin' with you bitches 'cause you scandalous (Bitch, you scandalous)
I been sippin' on the Wock', I miss the Actavis (I miss the Act')
Ratchet on me, baby, I be on that ratchet shit
I could pull out some guap, and you can't match this shit (You can't match that)
I'll still run up in your crib and flip the mattress, bitch
Racks on me, fuck rap, I'm still passin', bitch (I'm still passin')
Two sticks on my waist, ain't no lackin', bitch (No lackin')
I ain't never changed, bitch, I don't think I will (Think I will)
I ain't gotta pay my shooters, they just like to kill (Like to drill)
Your bitch chose up on you, how that make you feel? (How you feel?)
You n***as still out here broke, this shit can't be real
Every time I leave the crib, I got the Drakey with me (Got that bitch with me)
I don't play about shit, don't be playin' with me (Hmm)
Every time I leave the crib, I got the Drakey with me (Ayy)
I don't play about shit, don't be playin' with me

[Chorus: Offset Jim]
Fresh up off the jet, eight thousand in my sweats
Left an AR and a Draco posted in the West
Pussy rapper, stay away, I don't need your acceptance
When it come to talkin' shit, bitch, you know I'm a specialist