Gunna — Ice In My Chain

Lyrics from Snippet GUNNA: Yeah, got some ice in my chain Ain’t no dirt on my name Bought a Bentley not a Range Showed ‘em how to make the game change Young Gunna fuckin’ your main thang She walkin' in my spot in a G-string Niggas worried about the style, they can’t hang Imma get rich with the gang-gang [Verse 1] Nigga gonna bite Roll up nigga pour my right’ Red bottoms on niggas watch my spots Roll a backwood can’t find me a light Made it out the mud niggas dyin’ in the night Rollin’ like cut’ - need to pass me some dice I don’t listen to the talk- spray it like sprite Diggin in it good, I’m a beast in the night So many bags that --- mic’ Still sippin’ syrup, I don’t drink miller light My brother got a loft in the sky and it’s nice Gon’ pull up make sure she aight Pop a couple percs’ we gon take flight Hit a studio make a song gettin’ high Drippin’ so much need to call me some vibes Young Gunna Gunna just to cure his ride (?) [Chorus] Yeah, got some ice in my chain Ain’t no dirt on my name Bought a Bentley not a Range Showed ‘em how to make the game change Young Gunna fuckin’ your main thang She walkin' in my spot in a G-string Niggas worried about the style, they can’t hang Imma get rich with the gang-gang [Verse 2] Chanel on my belt (Chanel on my belt) Watchin’ my wealth (I'm watchin' my wealth) She smellin’ my drip (She smellin' my drip) Yeah, Versace, it's silk (Versace, it's silk) Glock on my hip (Glock on my hip) Hustle, light tip (Hustle, light tip) Never cuffs in my vet’ (Pullin' up in my vet) Yeah, cuffin the hoe she the real Put my, dick in her mouth and it melt Nothin’ but, act’ and high-tec on the shelf I don’t, care how you lil’ niggas feel Drippin with my cut, go I drip by myself I pulled 'em all out I dont need no mo’ help Talkin,’ I told you real niggas live Ain't no more work for you ride on this lift [Chorus] Yeah, got some ice in my chain Ain’t no dirt on my name Bought a Bentley not a Range Showed ‘em how to make the game change Young Gunna fuckin’ your main thang She walkin' in my spot in a G-string Niggas worried about the style, they can’t hang Imma get rich with the gang-gang