BIG CHAINS Yo, Getting head in sixes from chickens with red extensions   all time bread winners yall warming up on the benches got it jumping & you flinching, clear & dark liquor mixes that's what I call a threesome with some white & black bitches money dance on you niggas, I got it & you want it see you eyeing so I flaunt it, you the flyest when you bought it come & try us if you on it, ambitions of a hustler my paper speak fluently while yall money'll stutter, mother fucker BIG CHAINS HANGING FROM MY BODY DONT GET FUCKED UP FUCKED UP  GRIMEY BLACK MILITIA IN THAT DUMP TRUCK DUMP TRUCK ROUGH TIMBERLAND’LL GET YOU STOMPED UP STOMPED UP KEEP A BLOODY KNIFE, DON’T GET YOUR GUTS CUT 2 twin glocks sittin pretty like Malelificent black AMG seat compartments carry my dividends scary suspicious, very belligerent been off them perc 30s spin blocks since I’m the worst lurkin numb to were I ain’t feeling shit shots will then rock the earths surface Kung Lao imma finish em too proud of my militant stupid style off the gunnies dudes crowd around to get riddled wit special beams out the CRV boom bloaw get ‘em outta here left him floating wit New Orleans  PUSSY DONT NOBODY WANNA HEAR THAT SHIT LOADED GLOCK FOLD A OPP 20 bands will KILL THAT BITCH I don’t stress bout nothin bitch, I don’t stressing bout nothin (oh uh) money walk our section shutting down the whole function Wait wait wait wait BIG CHAINS HANGING FROM MY BODY DONT GET FUCKED UP FUCKED UP  GRIMEY BLACK MILITIA IN THAT DUMP TRUCK DUMP TRUCK ROUGH TIMBERLAND’LL GET YOU STOMPED UP STOMPED UP KEEP A BLOODY KNIFE, DON’T GET YOUR GUTS CUT I’m just gone be honest baby all my niggas rotten Revenge of the nerds, all my niggas plotting Creeping on a come up cuz it’s more than just a name I’m just gone be honest baby I’mma do my thang Girl you got that thang thanging When you fucking on the set set Like you gang banging What you need I’m gonna beat it up Til you initiated time to make you famous Doing something game changing Tell you what a brother’s thinking Take you to the ghetto  Play ya strangs like Geppetto  Turn an angel to a devil Have you sanging heavy metal like RAAHHHHH KILL EM ALL KILL EM ALL Then I run up in they pockets imma ball when they fall Yeah it’s all for the cause Revenge of the nerds We gone spend what they earned What they build imma burn to the ground  To the ground You the type we murder now Lot of y’all is salty when ya wifey turn around Now she gone  BIG CHAINS HANGING FROM MY BODY DONT GET FUCKED UP FUCKED UP  GRIMEY BLACK MILITIA IN THAT DUMP TRUCK DUMP TRUCK ROUGH TIMBERLAND’LL GET YOU STOMPED UP STOMPED UP KEEP A BLOODY KNIFE, DON’T GET YOUR GUTS CUT

Yo, Yall need to give it up, aint none of yall as ill as us niggas talk tough but when I see em they give it up  my soldiers suited up, ya fam black suited up hop out black vans in black Vans & triggers clutched gats blam, casket bound no need of cat scans step to this black man, hear ratchet rounds yall need to duck in surround sound melt you on wax, just heating up  we in this open carry state, still got the heater tucked we remain the hardest so we invade regardless  yall niggas on the block & foul, never taking charges fighting for causes so we likened to martyrs put em in black bags, call it taking out the garbage So give up young brother  You been a sucker  Ya did enough Give it up Like it’s one you but it’s ten of us Give it up motherfucker  Better give it up Give it up motherfucker  Better give it up STOMP BANGING AT YO DOE live abduction we rob for fun I been twice as rough life’s the Midas touch Glock hit like a cybertruck obnoxious getem box in you can try to duck ignited dust I been not the guy to trust Running yo lip while I’m fuckin yo bitch with no rubber admit that the devil is in me possessed by demons that won’t let me free catching wreck with Rec and Daemon you’ll die by the likes of us Why so anonymous we sit still wit that lama tucked you see me that’s when karma comes I’m knee deep in this shit can’t try to run I say bye to ya  And fly by you guys not hype as I and big mad you ain’t high as us yeah  EVERY PINCH OF FORCE I GIVE WILL TWIST HIS CORPSE (yuh yuh) BOI YOU JUST A BITCH YOU CANT PREVENT THIS WAR (yuh yuh) I’M THE GOD OF BLACK I REINVENT THE SOURCE (yuh yuh) BREAK YOUR FUCKING FACE THE FUCK YOU LIVIN FOR LIVIN FOR So give up young brother  You been a sucker  Ya did enough Give it up Like it’s one you but it’s ten of us Give it up motherfucker  Better give it up Give it up motherfucker  Better give it up The only rule that I follow What the fuck is a rule The ruler is here, ya suffer ‘less ya busting ya Ruger  Ya do-gooders do it for nothing   What the fuck is ya doing pursuing this music I’m fucking every mother that’s moving The motherfucking man  I’m prolly your father That’s prolly your problem All ya childhood trauma I’m highly unbothered  Oh ya daddy never loved you? Go buy me a bottle If I leave to get some cigarettes You won’t find me tomorrow A deadbeat, I’ll beat you to death Like I’m suicidal But I ain’t even depressed  Homie I’m truly psycho  And I can see that ya pressed While this hot iron steaming ya flesh Finally sleep with the rest

Shooting up ya neighborhood they blame it on my mental health Like I used to play it good but lately I ain’t been myself  Breaking in yo house while ya sleep and can’t defend ya self Aiming for ya spouse  Catch a beating like the NFL Motherfuck a cash app Tell me where the stash at Cut you up and stuff you in  Balenciaga trash bags Death by designer that’s a definite dishonor  I confess I want vagina but I’ll settle for nirvana I’m a self-made superstar  Lucifer like way to go Boy you worth ya weight in gold When I die don’t take my soul If you not somebody then you gotta drop a body If you trynna rock the party Like you trap in 1984 Fall into the group think, get it Yeah that’s what they call whatever you think, get it Now you gotta fall into a routine with it You don’t wanna fall in line  Ya see me coming, better quit it Anyone can get it Get it get it Anyone can get it Get it get it Anyone can get it Get it get it Anyone can get it I ain’t worried for a minute Anyone can get it  Ostentatious we brash & often brazen so you can choke on your words but gotta cough up the paper so I'm clearing my throat then I'm talking shit to you haters pistols'll get drawn without a ballpoint or a paper I'm seeing through the vapors, plate scrapers, sharp razors this bitch think cause I lick her that Rec is gon chase her, uh I'm getting head in the driver side during drive-bys my nine will see if you cats really got nine lives then I'm eating at Five Guys, surrounded by five guys stay on my job while you niggas is on ya 9 to 5 since I was 5'9" short tempered you pint size just tryna be in a Royce like I was 5'9" Fall into the group think, get it Yeah that’s what they call whatever you think, get it Now you gotta fall into a routine with it You don’t wanna fall in line  Ya see me coming, better quit it Anyone can get it Get it get it Anyone can get it Get it get it Anyone can get it Get it get it Anyone can get it I ain’t worried for a minute Anyone can get it  We be nefarious niggas you better be ready get buried when fucking with this  Move as a unit we can get into it you trickin these bitches I can’t give her shit  I feel Madara offing niggas that’ll copy us feel like we roll like the Mafia I’m in control you acknowledge da fact that I been a god body phenomenon  Super sonic you could die if you lie to us move aside we bout to burn up metropolis Glock in ya mouth and esophagus, cop killers niggas ominous  You screaming and wolfin against my leisure Apple Watchin I’m juggin I be the reason that I boss up like Suge and I’m sleeping with demons that’s stabbin onlookers and made a shook one  Yeah yeah nigga keep that energy make ‘em see the luminescence when you can’t get to me  Yeah yeah we provide the game misery for that superstardom fade into the next century century

ROTN squad we up  Uppercut a sneak dissa  Your whole click is sus  You’ll get sick of us can’t run wit weak niggas  Park da whip and swing my doe you call it quits and flee like hoes   I pull up like Hisoka Corollo when I defeat my foes  Turn his aura to dust  Watch that undercover ford Taurus it surely will buck  Legit disorder was awarded from drugs I’m against the normals you adore from jump feel the horror from us  end that coroners clutch In the morgue in a Tux  I’m the one you pray and say grace to made you cut ties wit that fake source up above (uh)  Keep an Excalibur, sword in the cut  Bring in the next challenger, gore is a must I’m DIO BRANDO  unique and handsome the creepiest fiend you ran from this special beam is my cannon king piccolo, off of the beans of Namek get lost, I swing a fist for ya jaw cause you never will reach this standard nigga Is ya’ll ready War ready I’m already I’m already there Is ya’ll ready War ready I’m already I’m already there Ready for the night Ready for the day Only one life Don’t let it go to waste And it’s all mine I won’t ever go away Yeah I’m gone ride Im already on the way  I be hella live Even though I’m dead inside Yuh I ain’t never lied 100 Fahrenheit Yuh yuh Setting fire on ‘em Til I’m edified Yuh If I ever die Nigga that’s a regicide Why they kill the king while I’m trynna live the dream on em Ooo Been a fiend for the product that I sling on em  Who bet a beam in it too let em think on it  You better leave  For I gotta set it free on em ooo Ooo I made it so I reload regrets and let it go  But you can’t reset the game you know That you gone need extra players tho I’m Vito Corleone for the homies And we don’t war alone we form an army  So begone for we storming troops deploying It’s ROTN bitch what ya waiting for Ready for the night Ready for the day Only one life Don’t let it go to waste And it’s all mine I won’t ever go away Yeah I’m gone ride Im already on the way  Yeah we still on the grind We out here getting to it All my niggas down to ride So ya’ll don't wanna get into it Yo, Heed what's spoke, I cut off friends like a key of dope take a fif to the head & then I'm cheefin on neenah smoke chief of the indians my team is intact when it's nothing to let this street sweeper clean up they act  as long as they keeping the pact, I'm feeding em packs war in close quarters, two five leaving em flat like steam rollers, the highest esteem of high rollers literary giants with inf beams to meet quotas try to decode us, sip Jim Beam before the coda we coming to collect regardless of what you quote us you owe us, we conquer, divide, then write the quotient and salute the 44 aint talking bout the Potus don't approach us, get clapped like the beat in the track so brush ya teeth before you speak but we needing them plaques  got the Ac hogging the lane, ducking pigs, running with pain we leaving bodies rotten so vengeance is in the name, mother fucker Ready for the night Ready for the day Only one life Don’t let it go to waste And it’s all mine I won’t ever go away Yeah I’m gone ride Im already on the way