ChainSwang
Ayy, I just let my chain hang, swingin' on 'em (yeah, yeah)
You know I got that juice, now these bitches on us (ah)
They all sound the same, same, I can't condone it (yeah, yeah)
Birds in the coupe, every round on us (brrt)
Weavin' through the traffic (yeah, yeah)
You can roll my dope, don't make a habit of it (yeah, yeah)
I took his spot, he thought he had it (yeah, yeah)
I know you know it never mattered to me
Every day, I let the razor do the talkin', talkin'
Such a shame that this money's all you really wanted
Every night, I need a lighter, this one barely sparkin'
Every morning, dark clouds hang above me, fuck (sesh)
Ayy, I just let my chain hang, swingin' on 'em (yeah, yeah)
You know I got that juice, now these bitches on us (ah)
They all sound the same, same, I can't condone it (yeah, yeah)
Birds in the coupe, every round on us (brrt)
Yeah, different colored stones look like Now and Laters
Lit up like it's Christmas, feelin' like I'm a waiter
She don't know, no, only now or later
Reptilian my interior, crocodile, alligator
I don't ever 'gotta try too hard
He got knocked off, he took it too far
I don't ever gotta try too hard
Under the neon room as I kick my boots up
You know I got that juice, now these bitches on us (ah)
They all sound the same, same, I can't condone it (yeah, yeah)
Birds in the coupe, every round on us (brrt)
Weavin' through the traffic (yeah, yeah)
You can roll my dope, don't make a habit of it (yeah, yeah)
I took his spot, he thought he had it (yeah, yeah)
I know you know it never mattered to me
Every day, I let the razor do the talkin', talkin'
Such a shame that this money's all you really wanted
Every night, I need a lighter, this one barely sparkin'
Every morning, dark clouds hang above me, fuck (sesh)
Ayy, I just let my chain hang, swingin' on 'em (yeah, yeah)
You know I got that juice, now these bitches on us (ah)
They all sound the same, same, I can't condone it (yeah, yeah)
Birds in the coupe, every round on us (brrt)
Yeah, different colored stones look like Now and Laters
Lit up like it's Christmas, feelin' like I'm a waiter
She don't know, no, only now or later
Reptilian my interior, crocodile, alligator
I don't ever 'gotta try too hard
He got knocked off, he took it too far
I don't ever gotta try too hard
Under the neon room as I kick my boots up
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