Street Chainz

作曲：Lil Wayne

作词：Lil Wayne

Straight from the east side plug and we heavy

** ** dead me I turn into freddy

My fingers machete

Trap house jumping like monte

Ellis we trap out the telly when we out of town

Uzi on deck phone ringing off the hook

** that's the plug

Ocean view bedroom baby see through showers

And I just put some fish in my tub

Hold up I ain't playing ** say they rich I

Saying same old song I ain't dance

Heater on my waist hotter than a frying pan

If you don't see what I'm saying

I give you ** a ** exam

I ain't playing

Guns in my hands I ain't praying

Fireman spitting venom spider man

I'm in hands I'm at peace

Jocking pants cars at least about a grand

I'm at vans like japan got more sand than sudan lord

And life ain't nothing but a long day to the dj

Christa

Christa it's my rain

But a long way

Away

You know the haters coming

All sides is all shapes okay

That's why I had to get a little more trunk space

Got the shimmers on the trap house all state

Got the trap house pumping like a heart rate

Got the trap house pumping like a eight o eight

Boom like an eight o eight

I just fly around that ** need a tall mack

I just landed in a cuban need a straw hat

I gotta get the raw back I need a farmat

I put the ** on harsh back and start my own ranch

From where they don't talk smack they just nurse

I turn your head to open high sauce pack

I tell a ** some true lies and some false facts

Boy I'm drowning in the syrup like a short stack

Oh one day seven two eleven

How can mask on wayne graskie stunt my ** off chain

Heavy your ** get passed on chain

Leather train smoker smoke plain

Never had a date with the deviland I change schedules

I'm a train killer like a pay killer

Better yes or damn who's saying nephew **

No love that's from the bottom of my heart

I pull up and paint your whole ** block red

And get out of my car and am I in my art

That's myi let my thoughts my ** from atlanta

Got eyes like a hawk she see why I'm a boss

I just got another speeding ticket on a bugatti

Whileall it was park now I don't want talk

** I don't want talk

Lean in my punch I decided to spoil

Anybody want war

I'm excited to start get invited to more

I'll be out by the mall before

I even yawn stay in your

Lane I remind these little boys

This is victoryi do I need a horn

The struggle is real and the bible too long

I'm writing my wheel and I'm typing my wounds

Lord please kilos or z's

Cause my ** at class she like pino and cheese

I dropped out of class so I'm zero degrees

I can out think of shrinks

I know the tree I can hijack a brink suit

My sweet soda pink I'm a freak show the freaks

I'm spitting these bars hope my ball tab is cheap

I'm a hard man to reach

I'm newborn and disease

I'm too hard for this beat

I'm a heart and a beat

The chunk and the cheese

My blunt long as a speech

Roach look like a

I'm too long for the brief

I'm too wrong for the priest

With this chrome on your teeth

They get blown out your cheek

Like my ** mixed like long gallant tea

She don't hide a figure she don't hide a feet

I'm the head ** like prodigy

And ** I'm a shine like cartery yeah