[Intro]
Why is everything Khroam
Big plug n***a
Brrr
N***a big black n***a
Fuck you talkin bout n***a
Brr bah bah
Everything is chrome in the future

[Verse 1]
It started off with a ski mask
These Michael Jackson n***a he bad
Bringing P's in like they bean bags
Walking with a chopper when my jeans sagging
These gucci shoes these ain’t Steve Madden
1 on 1 with an opp and I'm Steve Nashing
I ain't bout to play games like a DreamCast
Your little brother dead n***a we glad
I might take yo momma with her sexy ass
Matter fact I put you thru some plexiglass
When 12 see me, like arrest his ass
My indian plug in a taxi cab
I just popped a perc, got my lips itching
How you gon rob me when your sticking missing?
Run down on the plug we got plenty business
N***as got more bodies than them skinny bitches
Sippin on wock we ain’t sippin on cognac
Walk down with a big dog where my bone at?
Im snapping like thanos n***a where my stones at?
My boujee bitch got nappy hair where her comb at?
Alias whip his house we gon find that
“Hol up xan can you give me my 9' back”
No n***a
Hop out (brrr) go n***a
These n***as never progressing
Flo n***a
Spin a bin on his block do a U turn
Got Rasputia in the trunk how you doin?
Hotel full of bitches I'm like who turn?
762 go thru his new perm
Put a hole in his head like the side of a Cheerio
I'm like 619 the plug, Rey Mysterio
You thinking its sweet n***a I ain't Mariel
I still put the bars in my cereal
I got a whole lot of shooters in yo yard
He got a gun, yeah he ain't hard
Just came out of jail and I got the Goyard
I gave you the (?) in the fit on god
Pull up with the mac they call me Steve Jobs
You say that you charging we gun aim at yo dodge
I made this song cause I got black on---- Gucci shoes on bitch
BIG PLUG N***A