Chain Swangin’ OBN Jay
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[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
[Refrain]
Leavin' the hood I had a feelin', like damn, I'm the one
Dig up a K, that palbearer bad, older than Sanford and Son
Nigga know I'm throwed, I'm walkin' 'round with Cîroc laced in my punch
I clear the business, kick my feet up when it's all said and done
[Chorus]
Lil Rocket chain steady swangin' and the South know I'm hangin'
It ain't nothin' if you tryna find me
Oh, know that that they walkin' 'round with that tool
Without it, I'd be a fool
I keep it with me like a fucking ID
[Verse 1]
I go to flashin' out when I turn up, I'm seein' red
AR pistol on me wit' a hunnid bands right by the bed
Nigga put my helmet on, the way it's dumb, I'm special ed'
Gotta keep it gangster, that's the only way I'm tryna play it, yeah
Put one in the air for my lil' nigga, Gеtchu
When I'm thinkin' 'bout my nigga, I'ma smoke it 'til it's through
I'm on top, I'm a don dada, go to spinnin' in this coupe
I'm 'bout my bag, stay in my lanе, just me and myself up in this loot, yeah
Me and my lil' bitch all out of state living like kings and queens
Put like thirty holes up in yo' ass and then I flee the scene
Pockets sittin' on stupid, I just call these bitches evergreen
I can sweep the street, I ain't talkin' feds, I ain't talkin' Mr. Clean
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
[Refrain]
Leavin' the hood I had a feelin', like damn, I'm the one
Dig up a K, that palbearer bad, older than Sanford and Son
Nigga know I'm throwed, I'm walkin' 'round with Cîroc laced in my punch
I clear the business, kick my feet up when it's all said and done
[Chorus]
Lil Rocket chain steady swangin' and the South know I'm hangin'
It ain't nothin' if you tryna find me
Oh, know that that they walkin' 'round with that tool
Without it, I'd be a fool
I keep it with me like a fucking ID
[Verse 1]
I go to flashin' out when I turn up, I'm seein' red
AR pistol on me wit' a hunnid bands right by the bed
Nigga put my helmet on, the way it's dumb, I'm special ed'
Gotta keep it gangster, that's the only way I'm tryna play it, yeah
Put one in the air for my lil' nigga, Gеtchu
When I'm thinkin' 'bout my nigga, I'ma smoke it 'til it's through
I'm on top, I'm a don dada, go to spinnin' in this coupe
I'm 'bout my bag, stay in my lanе, just me and myself up in this loot, yeah
Me and my lil' bitch all out of state living like kings and queens
Put like thirty holes up in yo' ass and then I flee the scene
Pockets sittin' on stupid, I just call these bitches evergreen
I can sweep the street, I ain't talkin' feds, I ain't talkin' Mr. Clean
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