text: 2 Chains Lyrics
  Turn, turn, turn up, turn up, turn
  M1OnTheBeat
  Ayo, TwinTwo, this is a bad boy beat
  Yo
  Two chains on me 
  Smoke on bro, it aint on me 
  Turn him to a Gunner, he aint Ljungberg, he aint Henry
  But its an unbeaten season, Im feelin like Wenger in 03
  I know them opp boys feelin it
  Theyre injury-prone, or theyre losin teammates
  Middle finger to the Trident
  My young boy dont know his release date
  Come look at the club, its fryin
  We aint comin out here with no 38 
  Lord knows I feel like The Weeknd 
  I feel like Thе Weeknd
  I look in the mirror, its blindin lights 
  Baby said that when I step, Im clashin 
  I wеar too much ice with ice 
  She wanna step out, Cs are matchin 
  Gang wanna step out, GPs matchin
  Done the right thing, and I twinned them Cs
  And I twin them machines 
  When the opps wanna rain on me, Ashanti 
  I never dunked a paigon, he was civilian on my landin
  Heard somethin got drilled on a Sunday 
  Course I aint know what happened 
  I was chilling in my gaff with gangdem
  Was listenin to Kirk Franklin 
  Cah I trust in God and wap beam
  How we beefin five blocks and countin?
  Show the opps bout the four-door trucks and transits
  It was free Bradz, now hes just back home sortin tactics
  Summer time out with the two-two, glidin
  Havin so much drip, its a water fountain 
  Two chains on me 
  Smoke on bro, it aint on me 
  Turn him to a Gunner, he aint Ljungberg, he aint Henry
  But its an unbeaten season, Im feelin like Wenger in 03
  I know them opp boys feelin it
  Theyre injury-prone, or theyre losin teammates
  Middle finger to the Trident
  My young boy dont know his release date
  Come look at the club, its fryin
  We aint comin out here with no tray 
  Lord knows I feel like The Weeknd 
  I feel like The Weeknd
  That boy got drilled on the weekend 
  Im mainstream, feds still knockin
  Cah Im still neck deep in the deep end 
  Little bro scratched it off
  Corona mask, no gloves, he dont value his freedom
  Had a shopkeeper all shocked
  Behind the till like Kel & Kenan 
  All of this beef, we shouldve been vegan 
  All them opps, the manna like thievin
  Bought that broom, manna werent sweepin
  Some of these lucky theyre breathin 
  HMP had a street nigga readin 
  Back then, it was basic
  Now, Im sat at BRITs
  My suit tapered, and my fade tapered 
  Im meant to be famous 
  But I still zim-zimma, whos got the keys to the Bimmer?
  Pissed that I had to de-link this Insta model
  She was way too inner
  Cant believe it was baguettes for dinner 
  Uh, now, theres baguettes on my pinky finger 
  Two chains on me 
  Smoke on bro, it aint on me 
  Turn him to a Gunner, he aint Ljungberg, he aint Henry
  But its an unbeaten season, Im feelin like Wenger in 03
  I know them opp boys feelin it
  Theyre injury-prone, or theyre losin teammates
  Middle finger to the Trident
  My young boy dont know his release date
  Come look at the club, its fryin
  We aint comin out here with no tray 
  Lord knows I feel like The Weeknd 
  M1OnTheBeat
  Ayo, TwinTwo, this is a bad boy beat1Embed