Chains

Patek on my wrist
I just bought a brick
That should do the trick
Finna flip that shit
Finna change my name
Bout to kill the game
But i don't want the fame
I just want some fucking chains
Im hot up in the trap
We blowing fat ass backs
I'm on the beat i snap
I heard that high hat clap
Like i'm drake im getting the views
Fix it felix i slide with the tool
But I don't wanna be rude
But i got yo girl in the mood
I always been good with the girls
Don't throw my side thomas earl
Like tecca I'll take you for ransom
All of my life i been handsome
Over me girls throw a tantrum
While i go skurt in the phantom
Moneymar i whip out the stick
And you can get yo shit hit
Cause you know i been with the shits
Since i was just a lil jit
I'll put yo man on a curve
Then you put yo man on yo shirt
I get high some nights like herb
He gon die slow like durk
Im just a nigga rocking elevens
Got yo girl booking a reverend
Patek on my wrist
I just bought a brick
That should do the trick
Finna flip that shit
Finna change my name
Bout to kill the game
But i don't want the fame
I just want some fucking chains



Credits
Writer(s): Ray Buchanan
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