Used 2 It! (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro] This A Chaingang Exclusive [Verse 1: Summrs] Niggas be on that lame shit, yeah, okay, I'm used to it She gon' fuck me and my niggas, yeah, okay, she used to it, (Woah) Niggas tryna bite my swag, baby, okay, I'm used to it Yeah, I just put a xan in my sprite, okay, uh yuh, that stupid shit I was broke as fuck back then, now I go buy some stupid shit (yeah) Wick just pulled up, he finna drop the roof and shit Fell in love with hunnids, okay, finna marry it Had to go to the bank, make a quick deposit, cause I couldn't carry it Make her so stupid off that xan, tryna marry it XD-45 with a holster, F&N She like, lil Rino you the best Put the feds inside my chest Let's put that bullet proof vest to the tеst You wanna talk that shit say less [Chorus: Summrs] In love with that money, I'm likе "yes" In love with the xannies, I'm like "yes" In love with the percs, oh my god In love with that lean, oh my god (Oh) In love with the racks, oh my god (Yeah) In love with the fashion, oh my god (Yeah) Paris shoes on my feet, oh my god, okay [Verse 2: Francis Wolfe] Okay, Riding around in that bape Okay, I'm used to all the off the hate Okay, You needa stay out the way Okay, These niggas be knowin my name They know my name now so they phones out when I show up Riding round in that Tesla; butterfly wings when the doors up I stayed to ten toes down so it's chrome hearts from my toes up He wanna hate now cuz his main girl chose up [Bridge: Alex Howlers] Y'know we just gon' howl at the moon Say your manifestations and howl at the moon The universe got you Let's get it [Verse 3: Francis Wolfe] We wolves; you niggas sheep We woke; you niggas sleep Hit the gas then I go to sleep Wake up and do my thing Chrome Hearts on my jewelry Racks stuffed in my Ksubi jeans Clean Supreme on my white tee This lifestyle ain't new to me No perc, No xans Backwoods with the gas Flex in that Yves Saint Laurent We just be counting that cash Put the the pedal to the metal Rockstar heavy metal Fear of God; no devil And we just be playin' with cash [Outro: Alex Howlers] You just been goin' out sad Went on my page, and seen all the drip They been going out mad I'm in my lane and I'm doing my thing Big bread in that bag Saint Laurent on that tag Lurk denim with the Rick Owens Howlers Club on that rack Bulletproof like Smook All my photographers shoot Girl jump in the coupe 50 Grand for the loot Day ones, I swear we adored I'm high like a eagle; I swear we gon' soar Her Dior just fell to the floor