Chainswang - Robb Bank$

Molly, stylin'

Groupies, pilin'

Nirvana, shotti'

They dead, flies

Diamonds, dancin'

Marilyn Manson

Unzip my, pants

Head, bangin'

Chainswang, chainswang

Nigga chainswang

Chainswang.

free my nigga out that chain gang

Chainswang, bling bling nigga bling bling

Chainswang, chainswang nigga chainswang

I’m drinkin' lean, that PRO, that methazine

I’m a pro, she on my team, know what I mean

Shit like Chris, that VVS, Wayerboyz my ring

And the Phone, put diamonds on, hotline bling

I attack, hop on the back, Kawasaki jack

It’s all black, like we da' Klan, but it ain’t that

It’s the best, the well dressed, goonin' on the 'test

Still play, wit' yo drank, gatorade bitch

I brought some hoes to my house and before we got to ménag'in

I had to be a good host but bitch I went Miley Cyrus

What’s good, they flockin' (?) screwdriver

I might just build her a casa, seen all that wood in her mouth

(sure, sure, sure)

And all a young nigga ever wanted was the chain

And all these old bitches want me back for the fame

And nigga I degrade her and she’ll think it’s okay

Cause she wanna be famous and fuck me off my name

And I shot the club up, on a Tuesday nigga

Got people in my life tryna' use me nigga

I used to put all my trust in you bae, remember?

Now I make a Starscream, fuck her off the transformer, bitch

(Zaytoven)

(Oh this the end? Well that’s it huh, PHONE!)