Chains

Sly
Medellín

Fuck a chain I need chains
Niggas acting really strange
I just flew her out from Spain
Real nigga up in my veins
Yea said real nigga in my veins
Peep
In a plane, why I even complain
She act real plain I gotta kick her from that spot of main
See no evil throwing shit around like I'm Kain
Big ticket lil bitches i don't entertain

Hemi living
Cartel remy sippin
In the kitchen bitch I'm whippin call me Mr. Vision
She a vixen but I fuck her like I'm out from prison
Fingers itchin for that paper they thought I was missing
I move in silence but a giant nigga catch you slippin
Quick sauce when I'm walking round a nigga be Drippin
Rub me wrong and bitch i'ma even tax for shippin
Why all the bad bitches gotta be into strippin
Big bows sittin low I'm unpredictable
Jinjuraki I'm up in beast mode
They stuck at the foul and shootin free throws
Floppin around and lookin weak though

Fuck a chain I need chains
Niggas acting really strange
I just flew her out from Spain
Real nigga all in my veins
Yea said real nigga all in my veins

Why these niggas really actin for
Just to show my ass my nigga i'm throw a stack or more
I just smoked blunt and now I'm chopped up off a pack a dro
Talk shit and I'll crack yo jaw then I'll crack your hoe



Credits
Writer(s): Medellín, Cedric Morrison
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