chrome
[Verse 1: funny]
Talking shit, we gon' hit him in his dome
On God, gripping the motherfuckin' chrome
Firefox, ain't talking chrome
You are so short, you a gnome
(And I'm making all these bands)
You ain't got no bands, 'cause you a fuckin' fan
Wait, I'm eating this shit up like Kirby
You are so fake, it's concerning
You are so broke, where's your earnings?
Yeah, I'll leave you a gurney
We'll leave you in the fucking ground
Cashing all these bucks, but I don't make a sound
[Verse 2: 1crusafix]
Tryna talk and you think I give a fuck
I'ma slice him with the cutter, I don't think that shit enough
Got some snakes inside my life, yеah, I knew it from the jump
If you talking on the gang, thеn we hit you with a pump
I got dope inside my backpack
He talking funny, yeah, you know he getting backtracked
He fucking acting like a dummy, need a laugh track
I grab the choppa, then I put him in a hashtag
[Verse 3: visions]
Walk into the function with a Glock, you see me air it out
Run up on me and funny, pussy, yeah, we don't care at all
Bitch I got a gun (Gun)
Pointed at your dome
And you gon' walk, walk, walk it off
'Cause ain't nobody want you here, go home
Yeah, I don't want you no more, so get the fuck up out my way
Bitch, I'm posted in the tycoon and I make these racks today
Got a problem, I don't wanna hear a question
Pistol with some bullet points, bitch I pull a Smith and Wesson
[Outro: visions]
I didn't want to have to do this, back up, it's too late
Talking shit, we gon' hit him in his dome
On God, gripping the motherfuckin' chrome
Firefox, ain't talking chrome
You are so short, you a gnome
(And I'm making all these bands)
You ain't got no bands, 'cause you a fuckin' fan
Wait, I'm eating this shit up like Kirby
You are so fake, it's concerning
You are so broke, where's your earnings?
Yeah, I'll leave you a gurney
We'll leave you in the fucking ground
Cashing all these bucks, but I don't make a sound
[Verse 2: 1crusafix]
Tryna talk and you think I give a fuck
I'ma slice him with the cutter, I don't think that shit enough
Got some snakes inside my life, yеah, I knew it from the jump
If you talking on the gang, thеn we hit you with a pump
I got dope inside my backpack
He talking funny, yeah, you know he getting backtracked
He fucking acting like a dummy, need a laugh track
I grab the choppa, then I put him in a hashtag
[Verse 3: visions]
Walk into the function with a Glock, you see me air it out
Run up on me and funny, pussy, yeah, we don't care at all
Bitch I got a gun (Gun)
Pointed at your dome
And you gon' walk, walk, walk it off
'Cause ain't nobody want you here, go home
Yeah, I don't want you no more, so get the fuck up out my way
Bitch, I'm posted in the tycoon and I make these racks today
Got a problem, I don't wanna hear a question
Pistol with some bullet points, bitch I pull a Smith and Wesson
[Outro: visions]
I didn't want to have to do this, back up, it's too late