Tunevert

I want a chain, bet I'm stealin' it The more that you call, I ain't feelin' it I wanna, ayy, ayy (Taurus) I gave a stripper the best of me Ayy, ayy I gave a stripper the best of me I gave a good hoe the less of me Ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy I gave a stripper the best of me I gave a good ho what's left of me She wish she had a lean recipe Crash out in SoHo, I wake up in Beverly I want a chain, bet I'm stealin' it The more that you call me, the more I ain't feelin' it I got a problem remembering Back on them bars like I'm waitin' for sentencing SVR Range at the residence Woke up the neighbors, they think I be sellin' shit And my bitch just found me a better bitch If her watch all V's, she a veteran Trackhawk cost two cheap foreigns Free slime, I'ma still drink for 'em (Taurus) I'm paid, but this shit gettin' boring My son ain't even like his new Rick Owens Shit, look, ayy Hunnid thousand time teller, and it's all rose She'll show it, she'll sell it, and I'm all for it Just pray my brothers never get jealous, 'cause nigga, what's mine is yours She too pretty to be that messy, bitch, I ain't got time for it She too pretty to be that-, uh, bitch, I ain't got time for it Trackhawk, stomp the gas, she got whiplash Bust a Presi, bet it make her old nigga mad Trackhawk, stomp the gas, she got whiplash Bust a Presi, bet it make her old nigga mad I boss up a city girl, call me Tunevert Haha, ayy, ayy I boss up a city girl, call me Tune Vert Pay the refs, and place a bet, that's how the game work