Chains!
Counting my bank, I don't got lose change
I'm rocking my chains with a Cuban link
I fucked her face, what the fuck you think
With a beam I aim, your hoes exchanged
In a foreign whip and I'm riding on the road
I'm always out, swear I'm always on the go
Meetin hella hoes, outside my shows
They're trynna fuck, ripping off my clothes
Owens on my feet, I'm always packing heat
My chopper wanna speak, talk to you violently
Do it for my team, I do it for my brothers
Tell that hoe I'll faithfully love her
Glock on my hip and I'll bust it at you
Bust it at you, bust it at you
Drip when I walk, drip in my sauce
Up in your bitch, I'm up in her jaw
Ride around town like I'm a boss
20 SUVs, you don't know how I cost
Hold my cup, double fill
Fuck your bitch right for the thrill
Off the Yurkie, I'ma spill
Sippin my drank, I don't know what's real
I don't know what's real
They ask me how I feel
I can't tell you that
You gon' stab me in the back
Bitch, you gon' attack
Counting my bank, I don't got lose change
I'm rocking my chains with a Cuban link
I fucked her face, what the fuck you think
With a beam I aim, your hoes exchanged
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Yeah
Oh, oh
I'm on top
You're stuck at the bottom
Bitch, you tryna leech
Why you tryna follow
Yeah, Why you tryna follow
Loading my clips
Yeah they're filled with hollows
I'm rocking my chains with a Cuban link
I fucked her face, what the fuck you think
With a beam I aim, your hoes exchanged
In a foreign whip and I'm riding on the road
I'm always out, swear I'm always on the go
Meetin hella hoes, outside my shows
They're trynna fuck, ripping off my clothes
Owens on my feet, I'm always packing heat
My chopper wanna speak, talk to you violently
Do it for my team, I do it for my brothers
Tell that hoe I'll faithfully love her
Glock on my hip and I'll bust it at you
Bust it at you, bust it at you
Drip when I walk, drip in my sauce
Up in your bitch, I'm up in her jaw
Ride around town like I'm a boss
20 SUVs, you don't know how I cost
Hold my cup, double fill
Fuck your bitch right for the thrill
Off the Yurkie, I'ma spill
Sippin my drank, I don't know what's real
I don't know what's real
They ask me how I feel
I can't tell you that
You gon' stab me in the back
Bitch, you gon' attack
Counting my bank, I don't got lose change
I'm rocking my chains with a Cuban link
I fucked her face, what the fuck you think
With a beam I aim, your hoes exchanged
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Yeah
Oh, oh
I'm on top
You're stuck at the bottom
Bitch, you tryna leech
Why you tryna follow
Yeah, Why you tryna follow
Loading my clips
Yeah they're filled with hollows
Credits
Writer(s): Jose Carranza
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