Chain Hang Low (feat. Teezo Touchdown)

I'ma let my chain hang low

Spent a stupid amount on this motherfucker, man, shit

Tryna take my soul tonight

Tell me what them hoes are like (Ooh)

Let my chain hang low tonight

Let my shit hang, ****

Let my chain hang low tonight

Open up the door

Fame is awesome, but it's exhausting

Proceed with caution if you wanna be an artist

I do this often even when it's Autumn

I gotta work hard, so I can end up in the forum

I bought my first car, it was a Honda at an auction

I ain't gon'lie, I still shop at Nordstrom

When I was broke, I ain't have an option

Still the same **** eatin' cereal, watchin' Martin

Stayin' up, threw the Xannies out

Stuck in the studio, drag me out

I finally moved out my Granny house

Still a hood ****, better watch your mouth

Tryna take my soul tonight

You wish you could

Tell me what them hoes are like

I hope they're good

Let my chain hang low tonight

Chain hang low

Let my chain hang low tonight

Chain hang low

Middle of the mall, jeweler tryna wave me down

Not right now, my first chain turned brown

Cowboy boots on like I'm on fairgrounds

I'm nothing like these clowns

I'm on my manure

Boy, them is not diamonds them just smear

Object made shine bright and then they appear

Aye, be clear, this my daddy house

Put me on the flyer bring the baddies out, candy caddies out

In the bank, pulling baggies out

I'll be there all day, you gotta drag me out

Excuse me, sir, did you know your tag was out?

Excuse me, ma'am, do you know your ass is out?

Copped my first chain from the beauty salon

Turned my neck green like the front yard lawn

Made some more bread, and then I went to the pawn shop

Bought me a Rollie that was somebody else's

Think about the pain that they probably had dealt with

From selling your own shit, they probably felt hopeless

Aye, but can I be real? can I be real?

I'm probably not where I wanna be, but that's okay, 'cause I came from the deep

Low like the soil, water and oil

We don't mix, but I can give you the world

I stay down like a soldier in trenches

Fuck all you bitches

Ain't 'bout that bread, you can't keep my attention (No, no)

I set my intention to run up the chili

Playing my beats and they thought I was silly

Broke like a joke until I made a milli

Million! Oh!