Chain Go Bling

(album: Surf Da World - 2021)

Nine bands, break down off of one P
Fly to Cali', we gon' trap out the BNB
Been had the racks nigga, this ain't no EDD
Momma called me, say she see me on BET
(Surfgang bitch)

Nigga, chain go bling
Nigga, bust down rings
(Surfgang)
Smoking dope [?] my chest sting
Run to the guap, I might pull a hamstring
OG cause' my folk so I am doing my damn thing
It say Off White on my shoestring
I'm off of the drank now I'm having mood swings
(Real trap shit)
Diamonds hitting like they in a boxing ring
Still trapping, I be flipping the lean
Flexing that lil' money, that ain't nothing to me
I fuck up a check, make it back in a week

Nine bands, break down off of one P
Fly to Cali', we gon' trap out the BNB
Been had the racks nigga, this ain't no EDD
Momma called me, say she see me on BET
(Damn son, where'd you find this)
Nigga, chain go bling
Nigga, bust down rings
Smoking dope so my chest sting
Run to the guap, I might pull a hamstring
OG cause' my folk so I am doing my damn thing
It say Off White on my shoestring
I'm off of the drank now I'm having mood swings

Poured a eight now I'm stuck
That's a $2,500 cup
I used to be broke now I'm up
I'm pulling up, M kit, beamer truck
Three-gram Backwood, ain't smoking no Dutch
I'm taking my time with this shit, ain't no rush
What I make in a day you gon' make in a month
Trapping and rapping I got it on lock
When I'm in the stu' cooking heat like a crockpot
Honeycomb AP dancing, it pop-lock
I'm counting some new hunnids', eating on lamb chops
I came with the stick, this shit looking like Black Ops
Might get fly to just sit in the trap spot
If you keep going you gon' hit the jackpot
High as hell bitch I feel like a astronaut

Nigga, chain go bling
Nigga, bust down rings
Smoking dope so my chest sting
Run to the guap, I might pull a hamstring
OG cause' my folk so I am doing my damn thing
It say Off White on my shoestring
I'm off of the drank now I'm having mood swings
Diamonds hitting like they in a boxing ring
Still trapping, I be flipping the lean
Flexing that lil' money, that ain't nothing to me
I fuck up a check, make it back in a week

Nine bands, break down off of one P
Fly to Cali', we gon' trap out the BNB
Been had the racks nigga, this ain't no EDD
Momma called me, say she see me on BET