Testo Chainz

(OG Parker)
(Got-It on smash)

Headphones to the music playin' loud
Never take my chain off ‘fore I jump up in the crowd
Now look here, money on the chain, money on the ring
Money on the drugs, take 'em for to cover up my pain
Half a heart hangin' on my chest, they think I’m insane In the Nawf, post up with no vest, we can let it bang
Look, they say I changed, I’m like “How you do that?”
I got 'bout fifty thousand dollars all blue in my sack
I go from Hi-Tek to that Act', I done had too much of that
Go back to juggin' in the street, I’m tryna run up that bag

Now turn up, rich nigga with the mind of an Allah
Tote that heavy mother iron like a rockstar
Percocet mixеd with that Molly like a pop star
Drugs controllin' my body, I’m like “Oh lord”
Now boot up, I’m in the bitch, I’m tryna do somеthin'
Pussy bitch, I’m tooled up, I’m tryna knock a nigga shoes up
And you know we pulled up, I’m in the Lamb', in a blue truck
Tell a nigga “Pull up”, a hundred rounds for to glue some
Rich nigga with the mind of an Allah
Tote that heavy mother iron like a rockstar
Percocet mixed with that Molly like a pop star
Drugs controllin' my body, I’m like “Oh lord”
Now boot up, I’m in the bitch, I’m tryna do somethin'
Pussy bitch, I’m tooled up, I’m tryna knock a nigga shoes up
And you know we pulled up, I’m in the Lamb', in a blue truck
Tell a nigga “Pull up”, a hundred rounds for to glue some