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Got a bad bitch, and we're gettin' faded
Pull out the laces, Air Force ones
Kick off my shoes when she flips her tongue
Gettin' head on a bunk bed,

Flexin' with the gang, ice all on my chain She just gave me brain, then I pulled out
In the range Range Rover, hardly ever sober
Parents ain't home,

They wanna know where I go go go
Water on my drip like

Hippo
We gon' take off like
Missile
Stay on this paper like

Pencil
We gon' pull up no
Rental

with a canopy
To reignite the flames
She put on a dress
He put on his chains
That's when Doorbell rang
It's the baby sitter
They get a compliment
So they

fun
Swing the door open, let me run in the rain
Pull this stake from the ground now, let me off of this chain
Chorus

Here we are hanging onto strains of green and blues
Break the chain and we break down
Oh, it's not real if you don't feel it
Unspoken (unspoken)

brothers that are praisers
cnd I know a few still messing with that cut not talking razors 
I might pull up in a blazer  
Walk around like I just made it

how, cranium paints up a foul image, 
Of ladies around, brains and then chains that is out glistening, 
Shit we got sound as loud as a stadium sound

wants some pizza?
Feel like a goon 
Pull up in Ghosts
Bussin' my move
cn' that thing wet like a pool
I flew her out now she bussin' a mood, tuh...

see alive souls 
We never grow old
It's lit on 34th 
They shoot hoops in mecca 
Pull up 42nd 
We causing a ruckus 
We wearing chains where gold drips

caught em' in public we dropped em' at the bus top
Lil nigga with big chains, big dreams, big gains
Big thirty with big range
Lil bitch with freak brains

prematurely
Growing wilder filled with fury
Give me back my ancient jewellery
All these face ain't relating to the pure me
Diamond chains necklace
Bracelets

come over, we getting closer
We haven't fucked in a minute (it's been some time)
Soon as she pull up, know I'm in it (pussy sublime)
It's never personal

Nigga watch them hats

We gone pull up in Them hells
Y'all pulled up in scats
An We just pulled up w they bitches
They not getting em back
Like a bad lil

eyelashes
How you gon talk bout smoking me get turnt to ashes
I can go brag bout the gang my chains but I ain't bragging
I can get right on ass and show my

your girl away from me, I hope you don't neglect her
Cause when she pull up on me Beckham you know ima bend it
I'm in SoHo for the night might do some

( hey, listen )
Doors suicide, she hop in the whip, take her life
Pullin her card, I'm takin her deck
Pull up on her and she already wet
Escape from

like me, tell that bitch to go back home, yeah
You don't like me, then say so I got a new bitch, fuckin' that bitch with my chains on
Yeah, I got a new

to the bag my nigga I ran
Got your bitch blowing shit like Iran
Hating niggas put them on the ceiling
Cause they ain't shit but a fan
Pull up in a lux ain't

While these chains
Dug into my skin, keep burning
Set fire to the pain

Caught in a shame spiral
And you've been led astray
Take my hand I'll guide you
I

we pull up, full of guys throwin' bullets
And the boys drop a hunnid when they slide with the toys
Yeah, we say shit
One shot, send his ass

Ill die for respect
Im still up in the mix
I got water on my neck
I got these niggas upset
If you reach for my chain
Ima have to up the blick boy
I

not nearly as great
Heads up, you not great that's dead luck
Pull a shawty in a Benz truck
Me and August on the track you can't test us
We the best,

private branch
Leaving niggas autographs
Small frame, good brain
Me N you bitches ain't the same
Ten more years and ten more chains
I bet these bitches know