[Intro]
(Why is everything chrome?), Cash
Grrrhaw baw baw, baw baw skrrt skrrt skrrt (everything is chrome in the future!)
[Verse 1]
Aye aye, got my ACG boot on they trachea, I want face if she cute with no makeup, If he hate, ok cool then were bakin em
Fuck the jakes shot out my n***a Jacob, we gone hit every shot like a layup, they ain't getting to no guape so they hate us, and them clippers hit tops like fade ups (aye aye), stop, putting shit on homies you made up
Got this shit on my own I couldn’t wait up, put a ex on my phone like a breakup
I pop up in your home n***a wake up, put his name on a stone like Rosetta
I fell off, I’m back on and I’m better, bitch you soft with that chrome you a featha, and Pat just came home ,we can’t let up
I give Kobe the chrome you gettin wet up, now its blood on your shirt that ain't ketchup, I can tell he was scared when I met em
I came up from the dirt, now im next up, and I hang with some dogs, you can't pet em
You got sticks, we got logs so who betta?
Hella clips like a vlog to do betta, and we hitting every shot from the neck up, and im still on that block with the tech tucked
If we bring out them Glocks , then you messed up, rip his vest with them shots, fuck his chest up, when we run out your spot, better catch up, if he run with my ops hes gettin wet up, tote a whole lot of Glocks and Berettas, we put faces on boxes and sweaters, I ain't racist im popping whoeva