Young Stoner Life, Young Thug, Gunna - Chains Choking Me lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Wheezy Beatz)

I might die from all these chains
Choking me in my sleep
I been travelin' with the 'chete
Like lil' Savage wit' me
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 oooh oh oooh

Mmm, put a lear inside the sky
Hunnid thousand some feet
(Thousand some feet)
Chrome hearts covering my eyes
Yeezy boosts on my feet (Boosts on my feet)
We get high fly through the clouds
I'm as high as can be (High as can be)
Forgiatos on my ride
Gettin' that money like Meech
(Money like Meech)
Diamonds all under my chin
You gon' know these VVs (Know these VVs)
I been cashin' out on drip
This Supreme Louis V (Supreme Louis V)
I just popped another pill
Pour that lean in the peach
(Lean in the peach)
Hope my cousin get his appeal
Make it back to these streets
Floatin' through the atmosphere
I am out of your reach (Out of your reach)
I ain't have to sign no deals
Still got hunnids on me (Hunnids on me)
Coupe with 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 stackin' all these backends
Keep my bitches on fleek (Wheezy Beatz)
Last night, I had a 15, so there was 12 on me
Now ooh ooh, bring the love right back, yeah

Got a million off a bando, ooh
I got the team racks now, ooh
I'm tired of riskin' my soul
Plain jane on the 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
Nappin' on a jet, 'cause we barely rest
Plain Jane AP, I put ice in that
Probably on X and that angel dust
I got a little 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 the tint 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, no lack
I'm tired of the backstabs
Put that dick in her abs like
O-o-o ooh (Wheezy Beatz)
Won't you bring on my lovin' back here
You you see that ho? 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 runnin' back just how she backflips
Oh, baby, I know she back there lookin' like
Ooh ooh oooooooh
Better not fall in love with me