Not You Getting Yo Chain Snatched - Soulja Boy

Yeah, niggas know what’s up

Me and Money Gang slidin' with them chopsticks, we loaded up

Nigga, don’t say the wrong word, I have my youngins blitz and hit you up

Nigga, we slidin' in Bugattis, nigga, we fucked up them armored trucks

I’m back-to-back all summer for this smoke, nigga

I’m a kingpin, bitch, I came up a dope runner, nigga

And free my young nigga with no bail, that was my number one gunner, nigga

And my AR-15 hold a whole hundred, nigga

I don’t rock them Robin jeans, nigga, everything Amiri, boy

I don’t gotta speak on nothin', 'cause I know these niggas fear me, boy

Do I gotta start screamin' on this track? Do you hear me, boy?

Uh, Porsche Panamera four door, all the doors ajar, uh, gang

Not you gettin' your chain snatched, yeah

Sneak diss on my gang, now pussy, where your brains at?

I done took the Bentley, mixed the yellow, knock him down, triple-double

Uh, all the opps in trouble, I done wrapped that boy up like a mummy

Uh, blitzin', shoots and hit like zombies

Been servin' bricks down in the country

Draco, I’m worth a lot of money

I hit him with a whole hundred

Draco make you Diddy Bop, make you Milly Rock

In that Tesla Flex, got my semi cocked, I’m at the tippy-top, uh

SOD Gang got the city hot, yeah

AR-15 came with a hundred shots

Sneak diss, I’ma up my Glock, yeah

Helicopter chopper, Phantom of the Opera

Cartier bustdown, Santos thirty-five thousand dollars

Big Draco, SOD Gang, I’m the trending topic

4:30 AM, I’m club hopping, and I’m still shopping

I’m dripped in designer, Prada, Lambo go full throttle