Chrome Songtext

(Huh, yеah, skrr)

You're not about your bag, yeah, I can tell these niggas scared, yeah (Scared of it)
You know me, I'ma go take me a risk, Russian roulette, yeah
Can't wait to put water all over my wrist with the fucking baguettes, yeah
She hitting my DM, said she wanna link, I think you know the rest, yeah (Rest of it)
And how I went up, believe what you want, but I'm getting them blessings
Girl, you better get away with all them feelings, it's gonna get messy
We got two different destinies
Yeah, I know he feeling some way (Woah, okay, okay)
Yeah, I shoot, it come with a snipe, and it came with a scope (Go, brr)
You putting the monkey bullets in the chopper then letting it go

I swear that I'm having no heart for these hoes, I fuck 'em and tell 'em to leave me alone
I'm breaking the bank and I'm living like this every day, and some days, I don't wanna go home (Yeah, this shit crazy)
I'm leaving you shitty, I'm showing these bitches no pity, I wanna go straight for the dome (Hahahaha)
I'm all in your city, if you wanted beef, get up with me, I knock off his head with the chrome
Knock off his head with the chrome, knock off his head with the chrome (Knock off his head with the)
Rocking designer cologne, don't want your heart if it's not Chrome
(Huh, yeah, skrr) Knock off his head with the chrome, knock off his head with the chrome (Knock off his head with the)
Rocking designer cologne, don't want your heart if it's not Chrome
(I just want you to be gone)

I do not want your heart if it's not Chrome, I only wanna see you gripping this pole
She shaking that ass, I double back, I might just touch it if she wanna shake it for gold (Shake it for- shake it for gold)
All of the hating, yes, all of that old
And if I say I love you then I really mean that shit, I'm never switching on you, that's fasho
I'm hanging with demons, I know that you wouldn't believe it, you run up, you gonna get smoked (Do-do-do-fa)
My chopper go do-do-do-fa, he don't want no war with the guys
We up up on you, surprise (Okay, okay), we up up on a nigga
Got a ho and she looking model figure, if I let that ho go, I won't even miss her
Helmut Lang jacket from Neiman, nigga, what the fuck did you say? Let me hear you clearer
I get head in the car, I can't even steer, I don't go to no bar, I'm not drinking beer
With my niggas, they sipping that Wock' (Oh yeah), and he might just throw that shit up (Oh yeah)
Said we gotta run this shit up (Oh yeah), twin that money, it never enough
I said that we having the way

I swear that I'm having no heart for these hoes, I fuck 'em and tell 'em to leave me alone
I'm breaking the bank and I'm living like this every day, and some days, I don't wanna go home
I'm leaving you shitty, I'm showing these bitches no pity, I wanna go straight for the dome
I'm all in your city, if you wanted beef, get up with me, I knock off his head with the chrome
Knock off his head with the chrome, knock off his head with the chrome (Knock off his head with the)
Rocking designer cologne, don't want your heart if it's not Chrome
(Huh, yeah, skrr)
Knock off his head with the chrome, knock off his head with the chrome (Knock off his head with the)
Rocking designer cologne, don't want your heart if it's not Chrome
(I just want you to be gone)

Skrr