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letra de chains off - bris

[intro]
when you do a hit man
make sure you know i’m black man
make sure you ain’t got nothin’ on you

[chorus]
before i do a hit i take these chains off (chains off)
chop in my hand and it feel like a chainsaw (chainsaw)
all i know is win, man, i can never take loss (take loss)
truestory we them n-ggas i’m just waitin’ on the takeoff (takeoff)
before i do a hit i take these chains off (chains off)
chop in my hand and it feel like a chainsaw (chainsaw)
all i know is win, man, i can never take loss (take loss)
truestory we them n-ggas i’m just waitin’ on the takeoff (takeoff)

[verse 1]
a n-gga play with me i blow his face off (kaboom)
i be in the kitchen making cake like its cake boss (whip it)
i’m running to the money, i can’t chase y’all (zoom)
whip super fast, you can’t catch me in this racecar (zoom)
my shooters out scorin’, they tried to score me (brrr)
i just wanna pull up in the foreign, no forgi’s (skrt)
keep thirty shots in this forty (thirty)
polo on my chest, one man on his horsey (ay ay)
runnin’ to the money at a fast pace (pyoom)
got me speedin’ to first, we don’t do the last place (nope)
wood stuffed, with a half eighth
cut n-ggas off, they was half rat and half snake
half baked, i’m feelin’ like dave chapelle
yellow tape the ‘chine with forty slugs and the ‘kata sh-lls (boom boom)
n-ggas actin’ like b-tches when they break a nail
knock a n-gga down, no gettin’ out, you ain’t making’ bail
[chorus]
before i do a hit i take these chains off (chains off)
chop in my hand and it feel like a chainsaw (chainsaw)
all i know is win, man, i can never take loss (take loss)
truestory we them n-ggas i’m just waitin’ on the takeoff (takeoff)
before i do a hit i take these chains off (chains off)
chop in my hand and it feel like a chainsaw (chainsaw)
all i know is win, man, i can never take loss (take loss)
truestory we them n-ggas i’m just waitin’ on the takeoff (takeoff)

[verse 2]
team full of shooters like the playoffs (brr brr)
i be at the trap every day, ain’t no days off (nope)
workin’ at the trap, can’t get laid off (uh uh)
if you don’t wanna fight, my momma was ‘gon make y’all (on my momma)
slide to the ridge, that’s a hunnid shots (brr)
where everybody rock for my brotha pop (pop)
four-deuce be the block, love that sh-t a lot (uh huh)
i was always taught never trust a bop (nope)
gone off the drugs, man i’m too on
forty cal on me, grey and black, yeah it’s two tone (yeah boom boom)
thirty stick hangin’ out the bottom, yeah its too long
i really really feel like kevin gates, i got two phones
gone off the drugs, man i’m too on
forty cal on me, grey and black, yeah it’s two tone
thirty stick hangin’ out the bottom, yeah its too long
i really really feel like kevin gates, i got two phones (really really)
[chorus]
before i do a hit i take these chains off (chains off)
chop in my hand and it feel like a chainsaw (chainsaw)
all i know is win, man, i can never take loss (take loss)
truestory we them n-ggas i’m just waitin’ on the takeoff (takeoff)
before i do a hit i take these chains off (chains off)
chop in my hand and it feel like a chainsaw (chainsaw)
all i know is win, man, i can never take loss (take loss)
truestory we them n-ggas i’m just waitin’ on the takeoff (takeoff)

- bris

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