Yeah, my chain swangin' (Yuh)
Glock 19 be bangin' (Ugh)
808's be bangin', yuh
Pull up, and we flamin' ya
In a 'vette, no Kia (No)
And my Glock gon' sing, just like Aaliyah, yuh
(Hey, hey)
(Hey, hey)
(Hey, hey)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Ugh, yuh)
Yeah, bitch, I got too much
Why the f*ck he talkin' on my name? He ain't gon' do none
I've been rollin' up, huh, yeah, I'm gon' boot off
I'm gon' boot off, puffin' off that moonrock
Yeah, my chain swang, brand new Ruger gon' bang
Yeah, bitch, I got like five k in seven days
Yeah, optic on my shit, I don't need to aim
I can't f*ck with these people, yeah, they too lame
(Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
Yeah, my chain swangin' (Yuh)
Glock 19 be bangin' (Ugh)
808's be bangin', yuh
Pull up, and we flamin' ya
In a 'vette, no Kia (No)
And my Glock gon' sing, just like Aaliyah, yuh
(Yuh)
(Yuh)
(Whoa)