Every Chain On

[Intro]
(Make that go crazy)

[Chorus]
Uh, I'm outside with every chain on
I'm with my brothers, get my gang on
I ain't the type of nigga you should swing on
I'm the type that pay to get his brain blown
And we got them choppers in this Range Rov'
Let it blow like...
Yeah, let it sing

[Interlude]
Haha, and you know I made this beat, so you know I'ma spaz on this bitch, fuck it
Yeah, that's what it sound like

[Verse]
And we cutthroat, open up the door, see nothin' but gun smoke
Niggas runnin' through your condo with a gun store
Pronto, yeah, we got the P's, and they jumbo
Countin' dough, shakin' off the motherfuckin' Hen', nigga
I just checked my bank account, I'm up another mil'
My shooter work at Lowes, he just did another drill (Huh)
Niggas be cappin', they wasn't never in that field
I was in that bitch like I play for the Buccaneers (Huh)
Niggas don't... niggas don't want no problems
Glock got a switch, this ain't a lowrider
I ain't got no money, got no heifer, or no ho problems
Go get the money counter, go put it on the counter
Heard I got money on my head, come and get the bounty
If I can't find him, I'ma knock off everyone around him
Yeah, unzippin' the 'bows that came in the mail
Yeah, cocaine, pussy, everything for sale

[Bridge]
Welcome to my hood, nigga, I'm the mayor
Yeah, don't nothin' move around this bitch unless we say so, nigga
Let the beat talk
Let that chopper sing
Let that... sing
You gotta walk on this bitch, you know what I'm sayin'?
You gotta... you gotta glide on some shit like this, you know what I'm sayin'?
You just gotta... you gotta walk this bitch down, you gotta wait on this bitch

[Instrumental Outro]