Chains Lyrics

Mhmm

I'm letting all my chains swaytouch one you'll get whacked today

She gonna do what the gang say

I'm in cut like a bandaid

I pop out the cut w the ak

He got shot now he yellin out Mayday

Uhh uh uhh

Smoke dope to the face all day

Put bread in the bank all day

She do what I say she obey

I fuck in that bitch but I don't stay

30 in a my glock cliché

But I just got it anyway

And I just a tot it anyway

Watchu gon when I drop this k

That hoe only fuck with me because I got this bread

You gon be sick hoe it ain't you it's just on meds

Turn around hoe break her back on bed

I don't play around especially about my bread

turn his shirt to red because he want touch my bread

Ain't no need to reload the clip because this bitch a leg

Oh he a predator I knocked off his dreads

Put that boy to bed

Plead the 5th I told the feds

PTSD kickin in

It's running trough my head

Voices in my head

They just want me dead

Uhh uh uhhh

Bag on his head

Bro switch it up bro

Uh I got it uh yea uh yea money in my pocket

She just tryna touch my wallet

But hold up my money cannot fit in my wallet

Stupid bitch you dummy uh you outta pocket

Cut the hoe off Blocked it

Back to the bag

Triple it get profit

Yea I got my rocket

What he say

This that oppa stoppa

Yea I'm finna choppa ya

Wipe out yo block like a mop uh

You you needa stop the act and cap yea you needa stop

Yea I'm addicted too the money, bullets and the honeys

You a goofy stay away from me

Youll get wrapped just like a mummy

I'm coolin in the hills smokin trees with some bunnies

Bad white hoes with diamonds sunny

They rich they spoiled and they love me

Babygirl If you come w me they gon say you lucky

Ain't no bitch yet that has dubbed me

That girl got eyes like a puppy

She give me brain yea I study

My weed always smelling musty

Take a hit my vison fuzzy

They run back to me like a junkie

I'm letting all my chains sway

Touch one you'll get whacked today

She gonna do what the gang say

I'm in cut like a bandaidI pop out the cut w the ak

He got shot now he yellin out Mayday

Uhh uh uh uh

Smoke dope to the face all day

Put bread in the bank all day

She do what I say she obey

I fuck in that bitch but I don't stay

30 in a my glock cliché

But I just got it anyway

And I just a tot it anyway

Watchu gon Do when I drop this k