Whips And Chains Lyrics

My niggas in whips and chains

I feel like a motherfuckin' slave

I want NLM write of my grave

Pop me an X at the rave

Crystals all on my necks are from caves

They see my neck, and just glaze

Soundcloud, I got thousands of plays

Never thought I would see K's

Never thought I would get to this place

Movin' at this fast pace

Gettin' money, never leave a trace

AP diamonds the face

I'm just hopin' I beat this case

Or else I'm doing the race

Way too high, I might've got laced

Feel like I'm in outer space

Off the Wockhardt, did the MJ lean

I feel like a smooth criminal

When I'm tweaking off that bean

I feel like a smooth criminal

When I break that bitch spleen

Yeah bitch, I'm breakin' her back, uh

Then I dip in a scat, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Yeah, I pull out the racks, uh

Then I hit up the saks, uh, uh, uh, uh

Then I'm fleeing in the scene, up in the track My glocky is up in the back

Fuck 12 nigga, I never lack

They can pull me over, I don't care

Gotta keep the poll

Off the Wock and I'm feelin' real slow

Grab a wood and I roll up some dro

The runtz in my lungs and I blow, uh

Yeah, that's that gas

Too fast in the SRT, I spill my cup and I crash

I caught me an opp the other day

Turned that boy into some ash

Took like one hit, cause the opp pack

It's so trash

Uh, pour up some drank and I had me a bash

Tryna get to the cash

Want me a fast car doin' the dash

When I fire that Glock

It's gon' be like a camera flash

You say you a real sipper

But you only pour up a splash

These niggas don't sip like me

Pull off in a white Bentley

These niggas, they tryna claim the gang

But you ain't gettin' no entry

Bitch, suck my dick gently,

Pull out the chop, I'm not friendly

Never losing motion, September 23rd

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