Chains On

Four chains on me, You can see me cross the street

Nigga I did it for my hood, R.I.P. Street

500 on me cash right now and its me

Catch me somewhere in a trap

I don't do no meet and greets

I ain't doin' no videos, nigga I'm servin' on these streets

Forever standin' on that business, droppin' bags bout that beef

In the cliff, 'Mir callin, finna go back to the East

If I bring 'em to the city, everybody gotta eat

I'm a trapper, I ain't doin' it for myself, this for my niggas

Fuck a deal, I show them how to go run up some figures

Pop it on 'em, everytime, told them that it ain't nothin' bigger

And I still love my plug, ain't met nobody realer

Young nigga in my hood, but they treat me like a boss

I can teach you how to move, nigga, I come from gettin' off

LV tab crazy, had a layaway at Ross

Mama told me if you want it, nigga, then don't trip bout the cost

How I'm trippin, when I'm trappin'

I know I'm gon' make it back

Get a real load now, come from selling shake sacks

Weak flake, but I told 'em I know I'm gon' shake back

Now I'm a million dollar nigga, I know that they hate that

I'm a trapper, nigga, I ain't gotta tell them ten times

Move round like Big Meech, and I ain't have to sell a dime

Niggas talkin' too much, why you go and do a crime?

I done watched these nigga steal, don't wanna hear none 'bout no slime, nigga

I'm the biggest and I take shit

Aim more tonight, crazy that he got a fake wrist

What I paid for this new kit, cost like eight bricks

I'ma bring my niggas to the top, like we Ace and Mitch

Four chains on me, You can see me cross the street

Nigga I did it for my hood, R.I.P. Street

500 on me cash right now and it's me

Catch me somewhere in a trap

I don't do no meet and greets

I ain't doin' no videos, nigga I'm servin' on these streets

Forever standin' on that buidness, droppin' bags bout that beef

In the cliff, 'Mir callin, finna go back to the East

If I bring 'em to the city, everybody gotta eat