Chains On

Lyrics

[Intro: Tate Kobang] Ayy Just another deal in 'jects, yeah Nigga reach for, now he dead That why now he Ayy [Chorus: Tate Kobang] Chains on, nigga reach for, that why now he dead Chains on, nigga reach for, that why now he dead Chains on, nigga reach for, that why now he dead Chains on, nigga reach for, that why now he dead Chains on, nigga reach for, that why now he dead Chains on, nigga reach for, that why now he dead Chains on, nigga reach for, that why now he dead [Verse 1: Tate Kobang] It was 1999, we got our first .44 Now we played with Dracos And I'm ridin' dolo I been had that drip, yes it was a tie, yeah Niggas said they made me, why the fuck you ain't signed yet? Gold chain, gold chain, gold chain, gold chain Jesus piece on each one Thirty, thirty, thirty You'll be dead before you reach one Mama used to say "watch out where you play", yeah yeah You may catch a stray, prayin' every day, yeah yeah So I keep the Grizzy, learn my lesson twice, yeah yeah I learned nothing's promise except death for life, yeah yeah Check on me, bitches love the check on me Gold chains, look like I got a truck on me [Chorus: Tate Kobang] Chains on, nigga reach for, that why now he dead Chains on, nigga reach for, that why now he dead Chains on, nigga reach for, that why now he dead Chains on, nigga reach for, that why now he dead Chains on, nigga reach for, that why now he dead Chains on, nigga reach for, that why now he dead Chains on, nigga reach for, that why now he dead [Verse 2: Young Money Yawn] Raffaello, that's my jeweler (yeah) Wrist on my neck like a cooler (look) Versace ro' chain, that's Medusa (Versace) [?] I got the chicken, rotisserie (I do) Diamonds sang off like a symphony (woo) I can't forget about Brittany (that's fake) I wore a Bezel for Tiffany (I did) Now her Rollie on point, she be Prince (damn) This forty-one milli be dense (we stars) [?] real wit' it (asparagus) Haters start holdin' the grams (oh no) I ain't with the talkin', remember Leave you in a walker like Campbell (I will) You gon get fed to the wars of king And the lions in the jungle like Simba (Simba) [?] even to the streets (I am) Drug dealer, how I eat (a gram) I got diamonds by the week (I do) Wear my jewelry on the beach (all day) Hol' up, wait, these round chains be fake Line in a [?], mine goes [?] the whole way Which one you say you gon take? (I got mine) [Chorus: Tate Kobang] Chains on, nigga reach for, that why now he dead Chains on, nigga reach for, that why now he dead Chains on, nigga reach for, that why now he dead Chains on, nigga reach for, that why now he dead Chains on, nigga reach for, that why now he dead Chains on, nigga reach for, that why now he dead Chains on, nigga reach for, that why now he dead