Chains Choking Me (feat. Gunna)
Ye, ye
Yeah
Wheezy Beats
I might die from all these chains choking me in my sleep
I been traveling with the 'chete like 'lil savage
Last night I had a 15, it was 12, on me
Tryin' to get rid of me, but I won't go
Favorite noise is when we sexing
Baby, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-oh-ooh (mmm)
Put a lear inside the sky, hunnid thousand some feet
Chrome hearts covering my eyes, Yeezy boosts on my feet
We get high fly through the clouds, I'm as high as can be
Forgiatos on my ride, gettin' that money like Meech
Diamonds all under my chin, you gon' know these VV's
I been cashin' out on drip, this Supreme Louis V
I just popped another pill, pour that lean in the peach
Hope my cousin get his appeal, make it back to these streets
Floating through the atmosphere, I am out of your reach
I ain't have to sign no deals, they got hunnids on me
Couple 24 inch rims on that big Bentley B
Run inside the crib, treat this bitch like a suite
I might die from all these chains choking me in my sleep
I keep stacking all these backends, keep my bitches on fleek
Last night, I had a 15, so there was 12 on me
Now-ooh-ooh, bring the love right back, yeah
Got millions off a bando, ooh
I got the team rich now, ooh
I'm tired of riskin' my soul
Plain Jane, not a bust down
Rep the set, I'm gon' get down
I make sure you wake up like a Bachelorette
Sprinter or tour bus, we got used to that
Napping on a jet, 'cause we barely rest
Plain Jane AP, I put ice in that
Plenty on X and that angel dust
I got a little a coke, what you want
But you gotta use your nose
Yeah, light brown diamonds on my wrist like Corona
I hopped on the jet with a stick
We big as the law when we rich
My partners are doin' the dash
Yeah, I be getting jet lash
I put a ten on the tag
I don't do the clearance tags
Won't wear the same thing, I'm a brat
I ran up this money, don't lack
I'm tired of the backstabs
Put that dick in her abs like
Ooh (Wheezy Beats)
Won't you bring on my loving back here
You-you see that hoe, you better not fall in love with me
Ain't got a caution tape, 'round all this hole, baby girl
You better not fall in love with me
I'm running back just how she backflips
Oh baby, I know she back there lookin' like
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Better not fall in love with me
Yeah
Wheezy Beats
I might die from all these chains choking me in my sleep
I been traveling with the 'chete like 'lil savage
Last night I had a 15, it was 12, on me
Tryin' to get rid of me, but I won't go
Favorite noise is when we sexing
Baby, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-oh-ooh (mmm)
Put a lear inside the sky, hunnid thousand some feet
Chrome hearts covering my eyes, Yeezy boosts on my feet
We get high fly through the clouds, I'm as high as can be
Forgiatos on my ride, gettin' that money like Meech
Diamonds all under my chin, you gon' know these VV's
I been cashin' out on drip, this Supreme Louis V
I just popped another pill, pour that lean in the peach
Hope my cousin get his appeal, make it back to these streets
Floating through the atmosphere, I am out of your reach
I ain't have to sign no deals, they got hunnids on me
Couple 24 inch rims on that big Bentley B
Run inside the crib, treat this bitch like a suite
I might die from all these chains choking me in my sleep
I keep stacking all these backends, keep my bitches on fleek
Last night, I had a 15, so there was 12 on me
Now-ooh-ooh, bring the love right back, yeah
Got millions off a bando, ooh
I got the team rich now, ooh
I'm tired of riskin' my soul
Plain Jane, not a bust down
Rep the set, I'm gon' get down
I make sure you wake up like a Bachelorette
Sprinter or tour bus, we got used to that
Napping on a jet, 'cause we barely rest
Plain Jane AP, I put ice in that
Plenty on X and that angel dust
I got a little a coke, what you want
But you gotta use your nose
Yeah, light brown diamonds on my wrist like Corona
I hopped on the jet with a stick
We big as the law when we rich
My partners are doin' the dash
Yeah, I be getting jet lash
I put a ten on the tag
I don't do the clearance tags
Won't wear the same thing, I'm a brat
I ran up this money, don't lack
I'm tired of the backstabs
Put that dick in her abs like
Ooh (Wheezy Beats)
Won't you bring on my loving back here
You-you see that hoe, you better not fall in love with me
Ain't got a caution tape, 'round all this hole, baby girl
You better not fall in love with me
I'm running back just how she backflips
Oh baby, I know she back there lookin' like
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Better not fall in love with me
Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Vojtesak, Wesley Tyler Glass, Sergio Kitchens, Jeffery Lamar Williams
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