Chains Choking Me (feat. Gunna)

Ye, ye
 Yeah
 Wheezy Beats
 I might die from all these chains choking me in my sleep
 I been traveling with the 'chete like 'lil savage
 Last night I had a 15, it was 12, on me
 Tryin' to get rid of me, but I won't go
 Favorite noise is when we sexing
 Baby, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
 Ooh-ooh-oh-ooh (mmm)
 Put a lear inside the sky, hunnid thousand some feet
 Chrome hearts covering my eyes, Yeezy boosts on my feet
 We get high fly through the clouds, I'm as high as can be
 Forgiatos on my ride, gettin' that money like Meech
 Diamonds all under my chin, you gon' know these VV's
 I been cashin' out on drip, this Supreme Louis V
 I just popped another pill, pour that lean in the peach
 Hope my cousin get his appeal, make it back to these streets
 Floating through the atmosphere, I am out of your reach
 I ain't have to sign no deals, they got hunnids on me
 Couple 24 inch rims on that big Bentley B
 Run inside the crib, treat this bitch like a suite
 I might die from all these chains choking me in my sleep
 I keep stacking all these backends, keep my bitches on fleek
 Last night, I had a 15, so there was 12 on me
 Now-ooh-ooh, bring the love right back, yeah
 Got millions off a bando, ooh
 I got the team rich now, ooh
 I'm tired of riskin' my soul
 Plain Jane, not a bust down
 Rep the set, I'm gon' get down
 I make sure you wake up like a Bachelorette
 Sprinter or tour bus, we got used to that
 Napping on a jet, 'cause we barely rest
 Plain Jane AP, I put ice in that
 Plenty on X and that angel dust
 I got a little a coke, what you want
 But you gotta use your nose
 Yeah, light brown diamonds on my wrist like Corona
 I hopped on the jet with a stick
 We big as the law when we rich
 My partners are doin' the dash
 Yeah, I be getting jet lash
 I put a ten on the tag
 I don't do the clearance tags
 Won't wear the same thing, I'm a brat
 I ran up this money, don't lack
 I'm tired of the backstabs
 Put that dick in her abs like
 Ooh (Wheezy Beats)
 Won't you bring on my loving back here
 You-you see that hoe, you better not fall in love with me
 Ain't got a caution tape, 'round all this hole, baby girl
 You better not fall in love with me
 I'm running back just how she backflips
 Oh baby, I know she back there lookin' like
 Ooh-ooh-ooh
 Better not fall in love with me
 
 Ye, ye
 Yeah
 Wheezy Beats
 I might die from all these chains choking me in my sleep
 I been traveling with the 'chete like 'lil savage
 Last night I had a 15, it was 12, on me
 Tryin' to get rid of me, but I won't go
 Favorite noise is when we sexing
 Baby, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
 Ooh-ooh-oh-ooh (mmm)
 Put a lear inside the sky, hunnid thousand some feet
 Chrome hearts covering my eyes, Yeezy boosts on my feet
 We get high fly through the clouds, I'm as high as can be
 Forgiatos on my ride, gettin' that money like Meech
 Diamonds all under my chin, you gon' know these VV's
 I been cashin' out on drip, this Supreme Louis V
 I just popped another pill, pour that lean in the peach
 Hope my cousin get his appeal, make it back to these streets
 Floating through the atmosphere, I am out of your reach
 I ain't have to sign no deals, they got hunnids on me
 Couple 24 inch rims on that big Bentley B
 Run inside the crib, treat this bitch like a suite
 I might die from all these chains choking me in my sleep
 I keep stacking all these backends, keep my bitches on fleek
 Last night, I had a 15, so there was 12 on me
 Now-ooh-ooh, bring the love right back, yeah
 Got millions off a bando, ooh
 I got the team rich now, ooh
 I'm tired of riskin' my soul
 Plain Jane, not a bust down
 Rep the set, I'm gon' get down
 I make sure you wake up like a Bachelorette
 Sprinter or tour bus, we got used to that
 Napping on a jet, 'cause we barely rest
 Plain Jane AP, I put ice in that
 Plenty on X and that angel dust
 I got a little a coke, what you want
 But you gotta use your nose
 Yeah, light brown diamonds on my wrist like Corona
 I hopped on the jet with a stick
 We big as the law when we rich
 My partners are doin' the dash
 Yeah, I be getting jet lash
 I put a ten on the tag
 I don't do the clearance tags
 Won't wear the same thing, I'm a brat
 I ran up this money, don't lack
 I'm tired of the backstabs
 Put that dick in her abs like
 Ooh (Wheezy Beats)
 Won't you bring on my loving back here
 You-you see that hoe, you better not fall in love with me
 Ain't got a caution tape, 'round all this hole, baby girl
 You better not fall in love with me
 I'm running back just how she backflips
 Oh baby, I know she back there lookin' like
 Ooh-ooh-ooh
 Better not fall in love with me