Chains Choking Me - Young Thug, Gunna

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Wheezy Beats

I might die from all these chains choking me in my sleep

I been travelin' with the 'chete like lil' savage wit' me

Last night I had a 15, it was 12, on me

Tryin' to get rid of me but I won’t go

Favorite noise is when we sexing

Baby, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-oooh-oh-oooh (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, gettin' that money like Meech

(Money like Meech)

Diamonds all under my chin, you gon' know these VVs

(Know these VVs)

I been cashin' 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

Floatin' 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

I might die from all these chains choking me in my sleep

I keep stackin' all these backends, keep my bitches on fleek

Last night, I had a 15, so there was 12 on me

Now-ooh-ooh, bring the love right back, yeah

Got million off a bando, ooh

I got the team racks now, ooh

I’m tired of riskin' my soul

Plain jane, on a 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

Nappin' 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

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 pilots are doin' the dash, 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, don’t lack

I’m tired of the backstabs, put that dick in her abs like

Oooooh (Wheezy Beats)

Won’t you bring on my lovin' 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 runnin' back just how she backflips

Oh baby, I know she back there lookin' like

Ooh-ooh-oooooooh

Do not fall in love with me