Jus Hustle - Chain Music Lyrics

Fli City my city even when I'm gone trick
Mitten on my neck so I never get home sick
Check my flow I'm in the zone bitch
Cool J "14 Shots to the Dome" bitch
Of Patron swerving on that black Belv
Got them supermodels in and out crack sell
"Til The Cops Come Knockin" Maxwell
Livin' in the fast lane speedin' like I'm Matt Bell
Got my haters sick they ain't feeling that well
I got they girlfriends naked like it's Black Tail
Penthouse, in the penthouse
So many trees nigga bring a tent out
Let me get a light because the blunt just went out
On that S and M shit bring the chains and whips out
Got these niggas looking blue like the Crips out, and if she ain't f*ckin' get out

Wayfarer shades and a button down Prada
(Chain so big can't pop my collar)
Put the new school up bring out the old school Impala
(Chain so big can't pop my collar) Pop the Rosé tip it up and take a swalla (Swallow)
(Chain so big can't pop my collar)
The way she poppin' that pussy tossin' all my dollars
(Chain so big can't pop my collar)

Now everythang's going according to plan
Said she love my charm with my chain in her hand
Then leaned over the seat and gave me brain on demand
Now that's what the f*ck I call a chain of command
Xan with that Cough
I don't do that lean
Gimme a double shot
Double team
2 hoes, yup 2 of 'em
In the QX ridin' on 2 dozen
I'm baked
Take me out the oven
I'm fly
So while y'all buggin'?
Cause I'm gettin' money by the Brinks truck
Pinky finger ice skating rink'd up with the deep cuts
Got your bottom bitch on deez nuts
Get her hot watch that pussy erupt
Talking like a white boy "dude she sucks" for real though, DUDE, she sucks
W's in the air 2 peace ups
I'm a rider y'all motherf*ckas lease up
Taking over the game, number 2-3
No pen just a mic and a q.p.
Going in
House nigga backwards
In the streets and I own all my masters
Bastards, best rapper alive
I kill everythang 1 less rapper alive