Chains Choking Me

(アルバム： Slime Language - 2018)

[Young Thug:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Wheezy Beatz)

I might die from all these chains choking me in my sleep
I been traveling with the 'chete like lil' Savage wit' me
Last night I had a 15, it was 12, on me
Trying to get rid of me, but I won't go
Favorite noise is when we sexing
Baby, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-oh-ooh

[Gunna:]
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, getting that money like Meech
(Money like Meech)
Diamonds all under my chin, you gon' know these VVs
(Know these VVs)
I been cashing 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
Floating 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

[Young Thug, Gunna:]
I might die from all these chains choking me in my sleep
I keep stacking 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

[Young Thug:]
Got a million off a bando, ooh
I got the team racks now, ooh
I'm tired of risking 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
Napping 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 doing 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
Ooh (Wheezy Beatz)
Won't you bring on my loving 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 running back just how she back-flips
Oh baby, I know she back there looking like
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Better not fall in love with me