Video Chains Choking Me de Gunna 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

Gunna - Chains Choking Me Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
(Wheezy Beatz)

[Chorus: Young Thug & Gunna]
I might die from all these chains chokin' me in my sleep
I been travelin' with the 'chete like lil' Savage wit' me
Last night I had a fifteen, it was twelve, on me
Tried to get rid of me, but I won't go
Favorite noise is when we sexing
Baby, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, uh
Ooh, ooh, ooh (Mmm)

[Verse 1: Gunna]
Put a Lear inside the sky a hundred-thousand-some feet (Thousand-some feet)
Chrome hearts coverin' my eyes, Yeezy boosts on my feet (Boosts on my feet)
We get high, fly 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 VV's (Know these VV's)
I been cashin' out on drip, this Supreme Louis V (Supreme Louis V)
I just popped another pill, pour that lean in a peach (Lean in a peach)
Hope my cous' 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, still got hundreds on me (Hundreds on me)
Coupe with twenty-four inch rims on that big Bentley B
Run inside the crib, treat this bitch like a suite
[Chorus: Young Thug, Gunna & Both]
I might die from all these chains chokin' me in my sleep
I keep stackin' all these backends, keep my bitches on fleek
Last night, I had a fifteen-some so there was twelve on me
Now ooh, ooh, bring the love right back, yeah

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Gotta bend it over, face down, 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 you weight cut like The Bachelorette
Sprinter or tour bus, we got used to that
Nappin' on a jet 'cause we barely rest
Plain Jane AP, I put ice in that
Probably on X and that angel dust
Got a little coke, what you want?
But you gotta use your nose, yeah
Light brown diamonds on my wrist like Corona
I hopped on the jet with a stick
We big as the law when we rich
My partners are doin' the dash
Yeah, I be injectin' her ass
I put the tint 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, no lack
I'm tired of the backstabs
Put that dick in her abs like
Ooh, ooh (Wheezy Beatz)
Won't you bring all my motherfuckin' bags? (Yeah)
You– you see that hole? You bet' not fall in love with me
Ain't got the caution tape 'round the top of this hole, baby girl
You bet' not fall in love with me
I'm runnin' back just how she backflips
Oh, baby, know she back there lookin' like, "Ohh"
Better not fall in love with me