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Yah yah yah
Hey

Look at these chains look at this drip
Look at this face dauntless
Look at this cash look at me spends
Look at those blights noddin'

bass
But I ain't pitching though
My rhymes is vicious, my dimes is vixen
Pull up on yo block
Watch a nigga grind a ticket
My lines exquisite
With all

The anchor broke the chains they flew away
And suddenly the waves were reaching higher
And in the dark I thought I heard them say

Could you keep our lives

you get stepped in ur lane
We dogging these bitches they fuck at the same
He say he a rapper so we snatching his chain
Allat bluffing getting you one

Pull the Dawn in front of LIV
All my niggas do it big (We do it big)
Bentley truck, Bentley truck, Ghost, Ghost
Wraith (yeah)
Red Ferrari, white Lambo,

bussing where the Draco? 
Knock em down where's the top it's at my ankles 
They looking lost while they staring at the chain glow 
Sprinkle sprinkle all

some fluid
Rob a rapper at his own show, took his chain and I threw it
Stupid
The renegade, you been afraid
Shot penetrated my shoulders, still

my lean just burst
I swr this drugs been fckn
With my skull ay
So I pull up in a wraith
Go color blind with the paint
My money long like a lake
Sing

heard him say he a mini me
Diamonds waterfall, these chains just like some submarines
My niggas stay on the move
You know we keeping a tool
You can not

With kindness
Pull up with a very very nice bitch
'Cause the models list game is so enticin'
With the gray shit
Wrapped around our diamonds
Lookin' like

Glocks, he can't get with me
If I'm gonna pull him in the lot, he can't skrt with me
In these Texas streets, my nigga, you can't set no beef
If a bitch gon'

dusting, all of the scars off

Boujee ass motherfucker with the nails done, that chain low
That rail gun spit same flow, can't ever fuck the same hoe
They

the Coupe, big chain, crayon rocks
Jump out, red and blue guns, crayon Glocks
We them niggaz, they are not
This our block and we gon' rock
Or we gon' pop like

we take
You know it?s all for the cake, yeah it?s all for the cake
And I know it?s a chance I can get killed out here
Pants saggin?, chain swingin?,

tried to get me to put up a fight
Faded, I'm taking a flight
I do not do all the talking in comments
My nigga you pull up, believe it's on sight

I put

of my skin
I'll divide so fast to the max, I'll quickly take shit
Then pull up and see you in on shit
You in on shits

Boy, you know we don't miss in this

and this songs gone explode like a bomb
No Taliban gang but we making hits
It’s the trick or treat gang ya we in this bitch
Pull up to yo crib dressed in

this campaigns, money stacking all the way
I just got new pills Ukraine
Government’s this new maintenance
Music’s slipping through those chains
Playing

Kobe
They just hating they act like they know me
You got a problem then pull up come show me
Fuck all the fake I ain't jacking the phony
Everybody tryna

Pharrell's diamond-studded gold
Chain that sit's fat
As a tow rope at the edge
Of the mixing board ocean, dressed in
A gray Supreme hoodie, jeans
And black

(yeah)
I pull Glock 9s and I blast (blatt, blast, hol' up)

I got Black Flag on my ass, hol' up (Black Flag)
Shawty wanna fuck on Carti 'cause he got

balling like dirk
And I don’t gotta job but I work 
And I just fucked yo bitch off a perc
Reach for my chain and get murked
But you know I’m balling like

get the message
Pull the kite through
I run with a tight crew
When the opps slid I flew
We sick with it type two
Make the drop at high noon
And get back

and the P
Got me got me heavy in my bag
Turning up when I step
Y'all be fucking with them lames
White buffs black tint
Let it compliment the chain
Ass fat,