Chains Choking Me (Feat. Gunna)

Ye, ye Yeah Wheezy Beats [Verse 1: Young Thug] I might die from all these chains choking me in my sleep I been travelin' with the 'chete like lil' savage Last night I had a 15, it was 12, on me Tryin' to get rid of me but I won't go Baby girls just knows who sets we in Baby, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-oooh-oh-oooh (mmm) [Verse 2: Gunna, Young Thug, and Both] Put a lear inside the sky, hunnid thousand some feet (thousand some feet) Pour my cup and in my eye, Yeezy boosts on my feet (boosts on my feet) We could hotbox through the clouds, I'm as high as can be (high as can be) Forgiatos on my ride, gettin' that money like Meech (money like Meech) Diamonds all under my chin, you gon' know these VVs (know these VVs) I been cashin' out on drip, this Supreme Louis V (Supreme Louis V) I just popped another pill, pour that lean in the peach (lean in the peach) Hope my cousin get his appeal, make it back to these streets Floatin' through the atmosphere, I am out of your reach (out of your reach) I ain't have to sign no deals, they got hunnids on me (hunnids on me) Coupe with 24 inch rims on that "Big Bentley B" Furnished out the crib, treat this bitch like a suite I might die from all these chains choking me in my sleep I keep stackin' all these backends, keep my bitches on fleek Last night, I had a 15, so there was 12 on me Now-ooh-ooh, bring the love right back, yeah [Verse 3: Young Thug] Got millions off a bando, ooh I got the team rich now, ooh I'm tired of riskin' my soul Plain jane, not a bust down Rep the set, I'm gon' get down I make sure your weight cut like The Bachelorette Trippin' on the tour bus, we got used to that Nappin' on a jet, 'cause we barely rest Plain Jane AP, I put ice in that Plenty on x and that angel dust I got a little a coke, what you want, but you gotta use your nose Light round diamonds on my wrist like I'm Gordo I hopped on the jet with a stick, we big as the law when we rich My pilots are doin' the dash, I be in jects, and the aves I put a ten on the tag, I don't do the clearance tags Won't wear the same thing, I'm a brat I ran up this money, don't lack I'm tired of the backstabs, put that dick in her abs like Oooooh (Wheezy Beats) Won't you bring on my lovin' back here You-you see that hole, you better not fall in love with me Ain't got a caution tape, 'round all this hole baby girl You better not fall in love with me I'm runnin' back just how she backflips Oh baby, I know she back there lookin' like Ooh-ooh-oooooooh Do not fall in love with me