Street Chains lyrics [too much fire]

[A$AP YAMS]

Straight from the East Side
Blood gang we heavy, fuck nigga, dead men
I turn into Freddy, my fingers machetes
Trap house jumpin' like Monta Ellis
We trap out the telly when we outta town
Uzi on deck, phone ringin' off the hook
Bitch thats the plug
Ocean view bedroom baby
See-through showers and I just put some fish in my tub
Hold up I ain't playin', niggas say they rich I say "ehh"
Same old song I aint dance
Heater on my waist hotter than a frying pan
If you don't see what I'm saying I give your ass a fuckin' eye exam
I ain't playin', guns in my hands I ain't prayin'
Fireman spittin' venom, Spiderman, I'm enhanced
I'm at peace, joggin' pants cost at least about a grand
I'm advanced like Japan, got more sand than Sudan lord

And life ain't nothin' but a long day
And tomorrow ain't nothin' but a long way, away
You know the haters come in all sizes, all shapes
That's why I had to get a little more trunk space
Gotta insurance on the trap house, Allstate
Got the trap house pumpin' like a heart rate
Got the trap house pumpin' like an 808
Boom like an 808

I just fly around that bitch need a tarmac
I just landed in Cuba need a straw hat
I gotta get the raw back I need a format
I put the shit on horseback and start my own ranch
From where they don't talk smack, they just snort smack
I turn your head to an open hot sauce pack
I tell the bitch some true lies and some false facts
Boy I'm drownin' in the syrup like a short stack
Ooh, 187, 211, hockey mask on, Wayne Gretzky
Stunt my ass off, chain heavy
Your bitch get passed on, chain letter
Train smoker, smoke plain never
Had a date with the devil, then I changed schedule
Im a trained killer, like a paid killer
Better ask Saddam Hussein nephew

Nigga no love
Thats from the bottom of my heart
I pull up and paint yo whole fucking block red
and get out of my car and admire my art
Then smile at my thoughts
My bitch from Atlanta got eyes like a Hawk, she see why Im a boss
I just got another speeding ticket on the Buggati, while it was parked
Now I dont want talk, Bitch I dont want talk
Lean in my punch, I decided to spar, anybody want war?
Im excited to start, get indicted tomo', I be out by the morn', before I even yawn
Stay in ya lane, I remind these lil boys, this is victory lane, now do I need a horn?
The struggle is real, and the Bible too long
Im writing my Will, and Im typing my Wont's
Lord please, Kilo's, OZ's, cuz my bitch act like she like Pinot & Cheese
I dropped out of class so Im zero degrees
I can outthink a shrink, she can deepthroat a tree
I can high-jack a brincle, my sweet soda pink
Im a freakshow to freaks
Im spitting these bars, hope my bartap is cheap
Im a hard man to reach, Im newborn and deceased
Im too hard for this beat, Im the heart and the beat
The Chong and the Cheech, my blunt long as a speech
Roach look like a leech, Im too long for the brief
Im too wrong for the priest, with this chrome on your teeth that get blown out yo cheek
Like my bitch mixed, like Long Island Tea
She dont hide her figure, she dont hide her feet
Im the head nigga, like prodigy
And bitch Imma Shine, like Connery

And life ain't nothin' but a long day
And tomorrow ain't nothin' but a long way, away

[TUNE KNOWLEDGE]

Bless your heart.

[Waynasite]

The last part was crazy

[Theonlydjorkaeff]

I ain't playin', guns in my hands I ain't prayin

[Lucifer]

[Lil wayne prezident]

And bitch Imma Shine, like Connery

that line right there is corny.

[YMCMB357]

'I just got another speeding ticket on the Buggati while it was parked'

[TuneFromMoon]

The way he flows is just too good, fuck

[TyIquan]

And bitch Imma Shine, like Connery

that line right there is corny.

Always gotta be one nigga.

[Vocker]

thats dope no lie

[Ozzie]

And life ain't nothin' but a long day
And tomorrow ain't nothin' but a long way, away

that hook >>>

[WeEeEeEzZzZyYy]

as soon as he started it off with

straight from the East Side, blood gang we heavy

i knew it was gonna be crazy