(Arjun made it wavy)
Chain danglin'
All these chokers around my neck they damn near strangle me
I might f*ck a nigga ho, no entanglement
All my niggas certified, yeah, they dangerous
Lock the door no new friends you can't hang with us (Rich Homie, baby)
We shoot first, can't ask questions, don't explain to us (nah, nigga)
I got dogs ready to bite and I won't chain 'em up
Homicide on Fox 5, why they blamin' us? (Why?)
Got the gun on me, yeah, I'm armed and I'm dangerous
When I talk (what?), this shit here gon' touch your soul (I promise you)
One boss, and everybody gotta know they role
Everybody talkin' (yeah), nobody listenin' (why?)
Too many chiefs, huh, not enough Indians (I'ma hypocrite sometimes)
I say I changed but then I sin again
Tasmanian Devil, hit his block then spin again (might spin that bitch again)
Sunday I play linen that's what I'm chillin' in (this that polo shit)
Big dog meat, not that Church's, this that melanin (okay, okay)
I got real drank in my cup, this ain't no phony them (Wocky)
And I ain't charge you like I did him 'cause you the homie them (my dog)
Ask me how I got to where I'm at I can't explain (nah)
But this shit around my neck show you how far I done came
Chain danglin'
All these chokers around my neck they damn near strangle me
I might f*ck a nigga ho, no entanglement
All my niggas certified, yeah, they dangerous
Lock the door no new friends you can't hang with us (Rich Homie, baby)
We shoot first, can't ask questions, don't explain to us (nah, nigga)
I got dogs ready to bite and I won't chain 'em up
Homicide on Fox 5, why they blamin' us? (Why?)
Got the gun on me, yeah, I'm armed and I'm dangerous
Everybody talkin', nobody listenin'
Too many chiefs, huh, not enough Indians
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(Arjun made it wavy)
Chain danglin'
All these chokers around my neck they damn near strangle me
I might f*ck a nigga ho, no entanglement
All my niggas certified, yeah, they dangerous
Lock the door no new friends you can't hang with us (Rich Homie, baby)
We shoot first, can't ask questions, don't explain to us (nah, nigga)
I got dogs ready to bite and I won't chain 'em up
Homicide on Fox 5, why they blamin' us? (Why?)
Got the gun on me, yeah, I'm armed and I'm dangerous
When I talk (what?), this shit here gon' touch your soul (I promise you)
One boss, and everybody gotta know they role
Everybody talkin' (yeah), nobody listenin' (why?)
Too many chiefs, huh, not enough Indians (I'ma hypocrite sometimes)
I say I changed but then I sin again
Tasmanian Devil, hit his block then spin again (might spin that bitch again)
Sunday I play linen that's what I'm chillin' in (this that polo shit)
Big dog meat, not that Church's, this that melanin (okay, okay)
I got real drank in my cup, this ain't no phony them (Wocky)
And I ain't charge you like I did him 'cause you the homie them (my dog)
Ask me how I got to where I'm at I can't explain (nah)
But this shit around my neck show you how far I done came
Chain danglin'
All these chokers around my neck they damn near strangle me
I might f*ck a nigga ho, no entanglement
All my niggas certified, yeah, they dangerous
Lock the door no new friends you can't hang with us (Rich Homie, baby)
We shoot first, can't ask questions, don't explain to us (nah, nigga)
I got dogs ready to bite and I won't chain 'em up
Homicide on Fox 5, why they blamin' us? (Why?)
Got the gun on me, yeah, I'm armed and I'm dangerous
Everybody talkin', nobody listenin'
Too many chiefs, huh, not enough Indians
Chain danglin'
All these chokers around my neck they damn near strangle me
I might f*ck a nigga ho, no entanglement
All my niggas certified, yeah, they dangerous
Lock the door no new friends you can't hang with us (Rich Homie, baby)
We shoot first, can't ask questions, don't explain to us (nah, nigga)
I got dogs ready to bite and I won't chain 'em up
Homicide on Fox 5, why they blamin' us? (Why?)
Got the gun on me, yeah, I'm armed and I'm dangerous
When I talk (what?), this shit here gon' touch your soul (I promise you)
One boss, and everybody gotta know they role
Everybody talkin' (yeah), nobody listenin' (why?)
Too many chiefs, huh, not enough Indians (I'ma hypocrite sometimes)
I say I changed but then I sin again
Tasmanian Devil, hit his block then spin again (might spin that bitch again)
Sunday I play linen that's what I'm chillin' in (this that polo shit)
Big dog meat, not that Church's, this that melanin (okay, okay)
I got real drank in my cup, this ain't no phony them (Wocky)
And I ain't charge you like I did him 'cause you the homie them (my dog)
Ask me how I got to where I'm at I can't explain (nah)
But this shit around my neck show you how far I done came
Chain danglin'
All these chokers around my neck they damn near strangle me
I might f*ck a nigga ho, no entanglement
All my niggas certified, yeah, they dangerous
Lock the door no new friends you can't hang with us (Rich Homie, baby)
We shoot first, can't ask questions, don't explain to us (nah, nigga)
I got dogs ready to bite and I won't chain 'em up
Homicide on Fox 5, why they blamin' us? (Why?)
Got the gun on me, yeah, I'm armed and I'm dangerous
Everybody talkin', nobody listenin'
Too many chiefs, huh, not enough Indians
Writer: Arjun Singha, Dequantes Devontay Lamar
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Songtrust Ave, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Songtrust Ave, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Performed By: Rich Homie Quan
Language: English
Length: 2:12
Written by: Arjun Singha, Dequantes Devontay Lamar