I ain't took my chains off in weeks (Off in weeks)

If I tuck it, they gon' try to kill me anyway

'Cause I'm prayin' to the god of the streets (God of the streets)

Way too big to be discreet anyway

Hope I fly on the arms of my ****

Wonder why my heart cold, **** soul got the shivers

Baby, I ain't took my chains off in weeks (Chains off in weeks)

Love that shit, too big to be discreet (Be discreet)

He tried to set me up in Dallas, broke into his own car (Ha-ha-ha-ha)

He not knowin' that I'm psychic, and I glow in the dark

Lied on us while in Houston, we got throwed in the cross

Sidesteppin' 'fore he could set me, punch a hole in my heart (Ha)

Cold quarantine game, I looked over your flaws

Big god, sellin' raw and I'm controllin' the cost (Ugh)

Diamonds on my neck, that's a symbol of success

Run you up a check, you gon' die for your respect

Cautious who you entertain, they could be a threat

Out of pocket, pull up (Brrt), on you, leave you somewhere stretched (Stretched)

Artificial dealings, all my visions then got clearer

I cross one in the mirror, I can feel it in my spirit (Ooh)

I ain't took my chains off in weeks (Off in weeks)

If I tuck it, they gon' try to kill me anyway

'Cause I'm prayin' to the god of the streets (God of the streets)

Way too big to be discreet anyway

Hope I fly on the arms of my ****

Wonder why my heart cold, **** soul got the shivers

Baby, I ain't took my chains off in weeks (Chains off in weeks)

Love that shit, too big to be discreet (Be discreet)

G-Wag', G-Wag', big bag, big bag

C-note, C-note

Brrt-brrt, so much machine smoke

Ooh, only ones that ride on side me are the ones willin' to die though

Nuh-uh, keep it underwater, let it breathe

Right there

Just got this brand new thing (Grrt), and then exchange when the shots fired

Reportin' live, with the Glock .9, by the stop sign

Recordin' live, bitch, I'm in the studio right now

In Carolina, you could pull up on me right now

We outside, yeah

Hol' up, pour up, I glisten hard, my earrings, dawg

This for Mazzi, Rollie, I never take my chain off

Never talkin', I give that, already take your brain off

Quarter milli' glist', then I wiped it on my wrist

He be shootin' shots at Brasi but his posture not like this, bitch

I ain't took my chains off in weeks (Off in weeks)

If I tuck it, they gon' try to kill me anyway

'Cause I'm prayin' to the god of the streets (God of the streets)

Way too big to be discreet anyway

Hope I fly on the arms of my **** (Arms of my ****)

Wonder why my heart cold, **** soul got the shivers

Baby, I ain't took my chains off in weeks (Chains off in weeks)

Love that shit, too big to be discreet (Be discreet)

G-Wag', G-Wag', big bag, big bag

C-note, C-note

(Brrt-brrt) So much machine smoke

G-Wag', G-Wag', big bag, big bag

C-note, C-note

(Brrt-brrt) So much machine smoke