ZOTiYAC, Culture Candy, BurnKas - TAKE YO CHAIN lyrics
[ZOTiYAC, Culture Candy, BurnKas - TAKE YO CHAIN lyrics]
Area 51 hysteria if they come
This bullet will make you run
My lyrics will make you dumb
My nuts hit the floor my nuts hang so low
My briefs Ralph Lauren she ride like polo
I got ten hoes
Nine Glocks sending eight shots
Sellin' racks
I'm in the trap but I ain't a rat
Six packs five pounds of that sour patch
Fourth down
I'm in the field, I might take a kneel
Three bullets
Have that nigga running out his heels
Two cops one shell
Fuck the law
I'll do anything if it's illegal
Catch an opp
Make that nigga chill with some dead people
Been evil
And I'm stuntin' on 'em like Knievel
Selling white
I ain't giving niggas no damn needle
Aye, yuh yuh, aye, yuh yuh, aye, aye, yuh yuh
Middle finger up
Screamin' shit like "fuck a sermon"
Came up out the trenches with
The demons and the vermins
How you ridin' low
You ridin' dirty where you swervin'
Never had hots
Send a shot right at your persons
Bitch I came from nothin'
Now I'm feeling like a bat
Do it like all I wanted was a check
My foot is on the pedal and
The pedal is your neck
So if you on that hater shit
Nah we ain't innadat
Pussy boy you tweaking nigga
We ain't innadat
Twitter finger niggas pussy on the Internet
I got thirty clips up on my hip, get innadat
Shippin' of a ship
My nigga don't get into dat
Run a nigga up and now he lookin' hella damp
And my niggas shinin' like
Some mothafuckin' lamps
Stickin' to the code like
Some mothafuckin' stamps
And I hold the title
Like a mothafuckin' champ
I grab the LP and get this mothafuckin' L
Shoot like I'm Darrell
We slide on niggas the rail
Now you get stumped or you get stamped
You better hope the rifle jam
Take yo chain' like oou this my shit
Nigga this my jam put a hand off of a nigga
Then he ran off with his niggas
Brand new spaz put that boy on his ass
We don't stand off with the nigga
My bitch can't talk to no niggas
My clique can't fall for no gimmicks
Shots sound like pots and pans
It's a pan-demic in the Bentley sprintin'
Now we got yo mans sprintin'
I'm a schizo like my name Jarren Benton
I call it Klit'schko how that
K get to hittin'
Leave him six low, 762s kickin'
Where yo bitch go, I don't know
I'm indifferent
Nigga ask a name, I don't know
She ain't different
The irony, the shots hit his liver
He ain't livin' get blue over his rag if
The nigga think he crippin'
It get viscious
Venom hit ya system, have you twitchin'
Mental illness
Really been revealin' niggas' colors
Like a building with the vision of the
People like Apartheid chillin'
"Who the villian?", I'm the villan
'cause I got my people itchin'
Thinkin' 'bout the days I
Ain't had nothin', fuck that feeling
Fuck the wisdom people givin'
Come and give me my percentage
If it ain't about no dollas no
Can't holla for a minute
Ain't about to swallow
Why you eat my dick like dinner
She ain't ate good in a while and I
Can tell cause she can't fit in
Tell that bitch, "get out the crib
Go to the gym and get ya fitness"
You should warm up with it cost a ticket
Money don't grow on trees and
My patience is nonexistent
Extensions it hit you and every witness
And niggas who talkin' shit can get
Hit with no hesi wit it
Totin the Desi, hittin, it blow you
It leave you winded nigga
This bullet will make you run
My lyrics will make you dumb
My nuts hit the floor my nuts hang so low
My briefs Ralph Lauren she ride like polo
I got ten hoes
Nine Glocks sending eight shots
Sellin' racks
I'm in the trap but I ain't a rat
Six packs five pounds of that sour patch
Fourth down
I'm in the field, I might take a kneel
Three bullets
Have that nigga running out his heels
Two cops one shell
Fuck the law
I'll do anything if it's illegal
Catch an opp
Make that nigga chill with some dead people
Been evil
And I'm stuntin' on 'em like Knievel
Selling white
I ain't giving niggas no damn needle
Aye, yuh yuh, aye, yuh yuh, aye, aye, yuh yuh
Middle finger up
Screamin' shit like "fuck a sermon"
Came up out the trenches with
The demons and the vermins
How you ridin' low
You ridin' dirty where you swervin'
Never had hots
Send a shot right at your persons
Bitch I came from nothin'
Now I'm feeling like a bat
Do it like all I wanted was a check
My foot is on the pedal and
The pedal is your neck
So if you on that hater shit
Nah we ain't innadat
Pussy boy you tweaking nigga
We ain't innadat
Twitter finger niggas pussy on the Internet
I got thirty clips up on my hip, get innadat
Shippin' of a ship
My nigga don't get into dat
Run a nigga up and now he lookin' hella damp
And my niggas shinin' like
Some mothafuckin' lamps
Stickin' to the code like
Some mothafuckin' stamps
And I hold the title
Like a mothafuckin' champ
I grab the LP and get this mothafuckin' L
Shoot like I'm Darrell
We slide on niggas the rail
Now you get stumped or you get stamped
You better hope the rifle jam
Take yo chain' like oou this my shit
Nigga this my jam put a hand off of a nigga
Then he ran off with his niggas
Brand new spaz put that boy on his ass
We don't stand off with the nigga
My bitch can't talk to no niggas
My clique can't fall for no gimmicks
Shots sound like pots and pans
It's a pan-demic in the Bentley sprintin'
Now we got yo mans sprintin'
I'm a schizo like my name Jarren Benton
I call it Klit'schko how that
K get to hittin'
Leave him six low, 762s kickin'
Where yo bitch go, I don't know
I'm indifferent
Nigga ask a name, I don't know
She ain't different
The irony, the shots hit his liver
He ain't livin' get blue over his rag if
The nigga think he crippin'
It get viscious
Venom hit ya system, have you twitchin'
Mental illness
Really been revealin' niggas' colors
Like a building with the vision of the
People like Apartheid chillin'
"Who the villian?", I'm the villan
'cause I got my people itchin'
Thinkin' 'bout the days I
Ain't had nothin', fuck that feeling
Fuck the wisdom people givin'
Come and give me my percentage
If it ain't about no dollas no
Can't holla for a minute
Ain't about to swallow
Why you eat my dick like dinner
She ain't ate good in a while and I
Can tell cause she can't fit in
Tell that bitch, "get out the crib
Go to the gym and get ya fitness"
You should warm up with it cost a ticket
Money don't grow on trees and
My patience is nonexistent
Extensions it hit you and every witness
And niggas who talkin' shit can get
Hit with no hesi wit it
Totin the Desi, hittin, it blow you
It leave you winded nigga