Lyrics:
Yea we the gang... We the gang
Nah, y’all lame so you can’t hang
Players circle no 2Chainz
Cheddaboi stay fresh like I’m the new thing
Jewels jingling
Bouta go and cop a flight catch some better weather too
It get better by the two
Don't forget about her too
Copped the shit right by the water it get
of a parachute Mr. Drug War Junta-Man himself George Bush used when he bailed out of that bomber in World War II?
Hemp was illegal by then, but farmers were
my shit real, came up off them pills
Hustle for my meal, grindin' for my deal
Love how I'm doing, long way from grooving
Bitch call me 2 Chainz
get it
Gotta be lame if u didn't
I ain't two chainz but I'm different
U see I came with prescriptions
Yess
I asked my girl about my music she said it's
foreign whips)
I just might pop, pop, pop, pop
Pop out with like a hundred some bitches
(yeah, 2 Chainz)
I might pop, pop, pop, pop
Pop out with a 30
want money, drugs, bitches, liquor
You know when I first got my deal
I got two porsches
And a hundred pairs of all white Air Forces
Never seen me with
a different kind of steel up to my grill
Y'all know what it is, scared for your own kids
How these ghetto niggas taken over showbiz
They give us guns and drugs
the earth is flat
And doesn't move
I erase the past
By the drugs that I do
But it makes me think that
The gods are all black
But never say that in school'sits
(Uh huh)
And I'm, stickin', to it (Uh huh)
(2 Chainz) And I'm, stickin', to it (Uh huh)
And I'm, stickin', to it
Velcro, I'm sticking to it, hatin',
hot for a minute
But I be hot for a century
Rolled up bumpin' that 2 Chainz
My 2 chains
My bad, I mean 4 chains
Look like a nigga sell dope man
Coke
Let you niggas get hot for a minute
But I be hot for a century
Rolled up bumpin' that 2 Chainz
My 2 chains
My bad, I mean 4 chains
Look like
(Uh huh)
And I'm, stickin', to it (Uh huh)
(2 Chainz) And I'm, stickin', to it (Uh huh)
And I'm, stickin', to it
Velcro, I'm sticking to it, hatin',
chances
Just to drink lean in them benzes
2 Chainz!
I want my trapback
I said that I want my trapback
I'm from the apartments, used to walk around
(Uh huh)
And I'm, stickin', to it (Uh huh)
(2 Chainz) And I'm, stickin', to it (Uh huh)
And I'm, stickin', to it
Velcro, I'm sticking to it, hatin',
And I'm, stickin' to it
And I'm, stickin' to it
And I'm, stickin' to it (Yeah!)
And I'm, stickin' to it
And I'm, stickin' to it (2 Chainz!)
And I'm, stickin'
twist it to 2 Chainz
Rims, vroom, vroom! give it a full spin
Look at her poom poom, hit it and n switch lanes
Yep, what kinda drugs I induced in
For me
Got a cold heart, I be feeling like a demon
On my own fighting with my demons
I know this shit ain't happen for no reason
And he be on them drugs for
stickin', to it
And I'm, stickin', to it
And I'm, stickin', to it
And I'm, stickin', to it
Yeah, 2 Chainz
Velcro, I'm sticking to it, hatin', I've been
I need some rhythm just to get by
Sound out the speakers is making me high
Don't need no drugs to cause an effect
Just need that sound to help me
what it is
Scared for your own kids
How these ghetto niggas taken over showbiz
They gives us guns and drugs
Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs
(You
How you the king rockstar with a loose string?
Or loose change, old Donnie Brasco when the blues came
I went 2 Chainz when the group changed
Duffle
Fuck mumble rap
Uh dubba dubba that, shit is hot garbage
I ain't bumping that
Drugs and some tats
Now you call yourself a rapper
Wrap it up
We've had
a nigga do things
She just want to be my shorty, be my boo thang
Now my money real tall, look like 2 Chainz
Mood swing, mood change like a mood ring, nigga
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