Chief Keef, Fredo Santana, Gino Marley - Snatch His Chain lyrics

Yeah nigga, yeah, yeah (squad)
Squad shit baby you know how we
Rockin' main, from the streets baby
Gang shit baby
(Sosa baby, Fredo baby, Gino)

Every time I step outside I
Got some new money
See a lame, snatch his chain
I bet he won't do nothing
Been with the shit since a jit
Ain't gotta prove nothing
Be with real shooters
I swear we'll shoot something
And every time you see Lil Marley just
Know l got some blue hundreds
Shooter got a jeweler
My lil nigga wanna spit somethin'
Old hoes stuck in new ways see this new money
Old hoes stuck in new ways
See these blue hundreds

Feeling like an actor 'cause my
Life is a movie
But no I'm not acting
'cause I keep MAC's and Uzi's
Designer what I wear
I mix that Raf with that Tsubi
These niggas wanna hate but I
Tell these niggas shoot me
A veteran in the field
I promise I am not a rookie
On the west coast smokin' the best dope
Got me feeling like Tookie
And if I'm feeling sad I just
Fuck up on a groupie
Most savage in the game
I swear they scared to book me
And if I had a problem 'fore I get it
Shooters took it
And if I serve you out in
Public please tell me who looking
Probably take a trip to Cali
Just to smoke the cookie
Bitch you lookin' at a coach
I been ballin' since a rookie
And if a nigga rob you for my pack
Bitch show me who took it
You don't want the pistol in your
Show then why you book me?
And I never took nothing from a
Nigga who wasn't looking so
You ain't gotta go and tell the
Nigga that I took it

Every time I step outside I
Got some new money
See a lame, snatch his chain
I bet he won't do nothing
Been with the shit since a jit
Ain't gotta prove nothing
Be with real shooters
I swear we'll shoot something
And every time you see Lil Marley just
Know l got some blue hundreds
Shooter got a jeweler
My lil nigga wanna spit somethin'
Old hoes stuck in new ways see this new money
Old hoes stuck in new ways
See these blue hundreds

In a new Maybach, in the front with a two two
Three motherfucker no
This is not a deuce deuce
Gang with me, riding past all the goose goose
I'll make it rain on you before I salute you
Smokin' hella fuckin' O's
And I got the racks too
And I got my shooter with
Me posted like a statue
Don't even fuckin' sneeze
He won't hesitate to blast you
All this pissy jewelry on me
Point me to the restroom
My lil niggas hot sauce
Hit you with the four five
Don't care if you're five four
You better be in by the streetlights
I'm aiming for the richest 'cause I
Know what the streets like

Every time I step outside I
Got some new money
See a lame, snatch his chain
I bet he won't do nothing
Been with the shit since a jit
Ain't gotta prove nothing
Be with real shooters
I swear we'll shoot something
And every time you see Lil Marley just
Know l got some blue hundreds
Shooter got a jeweler
My lil nigga wanna spit somethin'
Old hoes stuck in new ways see this new money
Old hoes stuck in new ways
See these blue hundreds