[Intro]
Why is everything chrome?
Everything is chrome in the future

[Verse 1: Sony Dinero]
N***as still coppin, these n***as be actin', man
I got a mil' in a month for these rappers, man
I fucked your bitch in the back, Tracey, pass her man
Hundred round drum on the dick, gonna blast her man

[Verse 2: MBM Vell]
Fucked on your bitch and she lovin' the gang
Run up on me, he get left like a plant
I do the Fendi, designer the frames
RAF's on my body, you not in my lane

[Verse 3: Lil Tecca]
Need me a Rollie, I need me a Jewly (Ayy)
Don't fuck with these n***as, I feel like Judge Judy (Don't-don't, don't-don't)
I just took his bitch, man, it ain't nothin' to me (Gang)
New breesh in my pocket, yeah, this be the new me
He mad at the game 'cause his bitch wanna do me
New Patek on my wrist, the diamonds, the blue cheese
My n***as got grips, it ain't Call of Duty (Gang)
Lil' bitch I'm so young (Gang), I feel like I'm Nudy (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
[Verse 4: Jael]
The Uzi, the choppa, the MAC
I pull out the strap, I fuck on his bitch from the back
Bands in the cold, I get it right back
Philip my feet, your fit lookin' wack

[Verse 5: Sony Dinero]
Gettin' this money, this shit is not new to me
Cartier shit, Gucci kicks with the Ruby jeans
N***as who hop, but this shit is not new to me
He rockin' Levi, I'm rockin' the Nudy jeans