Chain Smokin'

Fuck

Chain smoking in my chain
Ay, chain smoking in my chain
Chain smoking in my chain
Don't smoking me,
I'm smoking
I'm smoking
Chain smoking in my chain
Don't smoking me,
Don't smoking me
I'm smoking me
Chain smoking in my chain
I've been picking throw this sticky and some
greenery
28 grans in my cubbing
And surerly in this trans zam bumping
cubing links
Scares in my face, diamonds in my pinky
ring
Met west streets in the streets to the kitchen
sink
Great switcher swings in a box in middle
tence
I go straight to my connect, I don't need a
middle man
Zipper gun, drip a gun, dream and plot some
cookies
This is big dog smoke school
We don't talk with groupies
And my jewels give you that 989 feel
All sale from twenty four cake from David
and Will
For G I don't grill on my seven six vale
Ridding slow throw the hills
Or barely one talk, two talks got me feeling
heavenly
Top down, round and round
Chain smoking, chain pocking from all ya to
see
And my nigga Gunplay tells 'em bring the
mobil
Chain smoking in my chain
Ay, chain smoking in my chain
Chain smoking in my chain
Don't smoking me,
I'm smoking
I'm smoking
Chain smoking in my chain
Don't smoking me,
Don't smoking me
I'm smoking me
Chain smoking in my chain
Nigga try to sound like Gran line
Say they get high like the one in the bubble
gun two fifty two
Ball hale at the fear, rolling go shoes
Fans fair, very rare
You finely answer the shit, anyway
Cuz you incredible square
No body trust you, you acting like the fanes
Smoking to my hit cuz the one that I wanna
pass
The dubby to dead
My mamma and my girlfriend skill
Cuz I'll be outside
But don't worry baby I know how to play
Watch me how I'm blazing
All my jewely on, OG in the bone
Span stations, calm bases, from the club til
the full spot
We all racing
We got paper, we all making faces we can
spin it
Take a new honey, roll that weed in it
Chain smoking in my chain
Ay, chain smoking in my chain
Chain smoking in my chain
Don't smoking me,
I'm smoking
I'm smoking
Chain smoking in my chain
Don't smoking me,
Don't smoking me
I'm smoking me
Chain smoking in my chain
Counting tokens, chain smoking
In a seven trea Chevrolet
Everyday choking
And the paint like white cocaine
My dog say match one, I'm like Ok
Fresh tapper, roll paper
Trippy, stick, cush O
The colors on, mapper
All viper, to the crib this bad bitch
I'm gonna take her, damn wifer, damn
breaker
Level switch, my switcher forever sweet
Fresh all probation, let's celebrate
They be trying for the party but I'm never
late
Put the fire to the tip 'til I levitate
Four strance, loudest four banz
Try to hold smoke, she try to hold banz
Bitch shit fire like I'm rolling up the sun
On tha back of back run, cashing up for
nothing
Chain smoking in my chain
Ay, chain smoking in my chain
Chain smoking in my chain
Don't smoking me,
I'm smoking
I'm smoking
Chain smoking in my chain
Don't smoking me,
Don't smoking me

I'm smoking me
Chain smoking in my chain

Ay, she she better be right to my nigga, Onced she better be right, hum okey, ohh we one ohh we gucci comps serve our my ohh we gucci baby, Ohh yeah Aaaa Yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Edward John Montilla, Shante Franklin, Kyle Alfonso Myricks, Richard Morales Jr., Joseph Destephano, Khalil Mathis
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