THE CHROME HOME Lyrics

D-D-D-Diaz

What? Yeah, Yeah, uh

Don't look at me nigga look at yourself

But you could keep watching I know how that felt

You want some rhinestones on ya belt

But those ain't the VV's I put on myself

I be mobbin' with my guys and my board and my speaker

And this bitch blowin' the meter

I keep a stick on me just like the reaper

Blowin' this bitch out the park like Derek Jeter

Fuck what you said, what you do, what you owe

What you claim, you a hoe I put niggas like you in a panic

Way I be passin the rock, I should get my chest tatted

Call me young spazzamatic

Call this shit jump out the panic house

Juggin' the trap house, blowin' these backs out

Sellin' these packs out, Bitch I feel maxed out

I think i'm maxed out

Sit with your latest new bitch and I crash out

Lay up and pass out

I don't be sayin no names

I just hit the stu' up for the radio cash out

I do this shit that is no cap now

God is the truest that I've ever had

I am the truest that I've ever had

Homies the truest they never go bad on me

She dancin' she backin the gyatt on me

Foolin' around while you

drunk high, sleep woke, broke rich

You can't hang for shit

I put my hands up and rang your chick

I pull my pants up just banged her shit

You put your hands up you bang your clique

You and them niggas ain't even click

Turn on my speaker, I'll leave you sick

Ugh ew, I got you ill, medicine get you a pill

I don't get cold no more like a seal

Pour me a cold glass out the seal

You got some old gas shit'll kill

Can't get your bro back, what a steal

I told em hold that, how you feel

I'm jackin' CDOG4L

Now we talkin' I gotta say sumn'

She be problem I had to go face 'em

I told her to lower your tone tone

Jump out the muhfuckin' chrome home

Jump out the what

Jump out the who

Jump out the muhfuckin' chrome home

I'm in the cut with Jerome rome

Cook with a bad bitch in the chrome home

Don't look at me nigga look at yourself

But you could keep watching I know how dat felt

You want some rhinestones on ya belt

But those ain't the VV's I put on myself

I be mobbin with my guys and my board and my speaker

And this bitch blowin' the meter

I keep a stick on me just like the reaper

Blowin' this bitch out the park like Derek Jeter

Who the fuck flipped the switch up on that 2016 music

Yeah, that drank and that lean music

That geek out your muhfuckin' bean music

I just hop on the PC and I do shit

Lil nigga run with a 10, use it

I'd rather take up my chance than lose it

Should I drop OG's or my new shit

Hope you had fun, you was being a nuisance

Diaz

Yeah

Keep your samples to yourself

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