Chain Hang
Ion gang bang bitch I let my chain hang
Still chase after check on a payday
I been sipping so its kinda hard to maintain
Shoot at me and i slide back the same day
Ion gang bang bitch i let my chain hang
Still chase after check on a payday
I been sipping so to kinda hard to maintain
And I'm sliding back the same day
Old ways haunting me I just can't change
God damn honestly ion want fame
God damn honestly ion want fame
And Im sliding back the same day
Old ways still haunting me I just can't change
God damn honestly ion want fame
God damn honestly ion want fame
Better tell your girlfriend quit cappin on me
Might've sold a lil weed but is you trapping homie
Feeling like the UPS man i got the package on me
Only time you feeling tough is when you packing homie
I never give a thotiana no love
Couple people want me dead I'm like so what
Doing shows in the city they don't show up
Yeah your bitch riding with me cause she chose up
Gotta green gotta blue gotta red man
Run off with he pack you a dead man
I cook you in the oven like a bread pan
Gotta block and my brother got the FN
Yeah we smoking backwoods like its brickleberry
Man i wish i had a nickel for all you lil scary
Talking money yeah I bet I'm gone triple every
If you aint shooting then why you always wanna carry
Still chase after check on a payday
I been sipping so its kinda hard to maintain
Shoot at me and i slide back the same day
Ion gang bang bitch i let my chain hang
Still chase after check on a payday
I been sipping so to kinda hard to maintain
And I'm sliding back the same day
Old ways haunting me I just can't change
God damn honestly ion want fame
God damn honestly ion want fame
And Im sliding back the same day
Old ways still haunting me I just can't change
God damn honestly ion want fame
God damn honestly ion want fame
Better tell your girlfriend quit cappin on me
Might've sold a lil weed but is you trapping homie
Feeling like the UPS man i got the package on me
Only time you feeling tough is when you packing homie
I never give a thotiana no love
Couple people want me dead I'm like so what
Doing shows in the city they don't show up
Yeah your bitch riding with me cause she chose up
Gotta green gotta blue gotta red man
Run off with he pack you a dead man
I cook you in the oven like a bread pan
Gotta block and my brother got the FN
Yeah we smoking backwoods like its brickleberry
Man i wish i had a nickel for all you lil scary
Talking money yeah I bet I'm gone triple every
If you aint shooting then why you always wanna carry
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Writer(s): Brandon Kumm
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