Tay Beatz - Off da Chain lyrics

[Intro: David Blayne] Uh Ah, yeah So Icey Entertainment Waka Flocka Suga Shane And David Blayne Tay and Lex on the beat [Hook: David Blayne] It's a goddamn shame, the way I do the game I'm R&B straight drop, pure c**aine David Blayne, now you know the name You better hide your b**h before your b**h be off the chain Off the chain, we going insane We 'bout a hundred deep when we creep, me and Waka Flocka Flame So please stay in your lane Don't let that alcohol get a hole in your brain [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] He a lab rat, I can't respect a n***a Hennessy, Patrón and Goose got him wet, n***a Boy, that good p**y got a n***a seasick In the club like, point at what b**h All these hoes in this club straight chewing Flocka, what you doing? Ride it, Patrick Ewing Blowing loud, kush stinking like a f**ing skunk Boy, don't play with me, burn you like a f**ing blunt Suga Shane, Waka Flame got them going ham David Blayne on the hook, boy, goddamn 10-5 for a verse call me Uncle Sam Waka Flocka Flame got the club going ham "O Let's Do It", that's the brand new single Waka Flocka Flame, two hoes, let's mingle Popped two pills, now a n***a rolling Benz cool, but the rims straight stolen [Hook: David Blayne] It's a goddamn shame, the way I do the game I'm R&B straight drop, pure c**aine David Blayne, now you know the name You better hide your b**h before your b**h be off the chain Off the chain, we going insane We 'bout a hundred deep when we creep, me and Waka Flocka Flame So please stay in your lane Don't let that alcohol get a hole in your brain [Verse 2: Suga Shane] Who's in the club and the hoes out back Still here thugging, dog, let the pants sag 'Round here, waving 'round the all red rag And I really do this sh**, dog, I ain't gotta brag Walking through the club like an "S" on my chest Swagging through the club, dog, you're f**ing with the best Light-skinned chick, go head first for the cash So I'm all in the club, never spending my last Buy a couple bottles, shawty, just bring a gla** This is how I do it at the top of my cla** Get it till that getting gone, would be on that spinning chrome Catch me in the parking lot with me and my thugs, we getting it on Yeah, call the Brick Squad clique Told them to hook it up, dog, I need the sh** quick Move a couple bricks because we got them for the low And we ball in the club, dog, you know how it goes [Hook: David Blayne] It's a goddamn shame, the way I do the game I'm R&B straight drop, pure c**aine David Blayne, now you know the name You better hide your b**h before your b**h be off the chain Off the chain, we going insane We 'bout a hundred deep when we creep, me and Waka Flocka Flame So please stay in your lane Don't let that alcohol get a hole in your brain [Verse 3: David Blayne] Put your drinks in the air, hands in the air Wave them side to side like you just don't care Put your rag up, throw your sets up All my n***as from the block, rep your hood, bruh And all my independent ladies that can buy they own bottles Pay their own bills and got a body like a model I'm stunting on these n***as, living like there's no tomorrow Game over for these haters, you don't really want it [Hook: David Blayne] It's a goddamn shame, the way I do the game I'm R&B straight drop, pure c**aine David Blayne, now you know the name You better hide your b**h before your b**h be off the chain Off the chain, we going insane We 'bout a hundred deep when we creep, me and Waka Flocka Flame So please stay in your lane Don't let that alcohol get a hole in your brain