Chrome 2 Chrome ft. Zainro Lyrics

Put on for me and the squad, if you ain't on you best applaud

Give it to em how it's supposed to come, fuck bout what they like

It's gon' be chrome to chrome, I can't lie, can't get caught without pipe

Been livin' so wrong, I can't sip no shit if it's too light

So I just get the cup, dirty that, Sunday driver burnin' that

Niggas can't see me real life, fuck bout what they type

When she with me, she be purrin' that, hella heffers herdin that

If you wasn't eatin' at the broken table, you can't get a bite

Lotta talkin' when I'm not around, they silent when I come

Show you interest before we fuck, but just be silent when I cum

I wasn't tryna gas you up, but I was chillin' at the pump

I was just tryna get some G before I leave, I need your number

Saw your nigga in the cut, so I'ma wait for I woke up

Tryna strike you, know my window's tinted, we could do somethin

Had your nigga lookin' at me like that nigga knew somethin

And I know he know we fuckin', but he ain't gon' do nothin

Aeroplane on fly, fuck a bird, hit the nine, what's the word

I can't let no silly statements slide, his shit in the curb

How I see him throw up every gang and his ass from the burbs

Hoppin' on the net with all your business, boy, that shit ain't thurl

And like the refs, I'ma keep a tech for extra reachin'

Never stank, but this shit from Cali overreakin

Relax, I just got her for the weekend

My freak in call me the starboy like the weekend

I'm a real rapper, I heard you was a real capper

I ain't Pronto no more had to throw away my fitted caps

Fuck a rat trap, this a blitz, this a bear trap

Where your camp at? niggas fu, I can't stamp that

Fly a bitch out, hit it once, kick that bitch out

I'ma need a case of the wok, pull the tris out

Pull the stick out, cause I'm icy, I'ma stick out

She got a big mouth, she ain't use no hands to pull my dick out

I ain't want her, so I just ask this lil' bitch, what can you offer me

If I ain't have no money or this dick, I know they off of me

Exotic can't control the cough of me

Keep tellin' this ho what to do, I can't control the boss in me

I ain't no worker, ain't no bossin' me around If you play around get down, hella clips for the clown niggas

I'm a gunner with this drip, I'ma drown niggas

He want play with guns, grab this drake, go to town with it

Turn into a foul nigga

Might get the perma grill so I can even sound different

Them niggas comfortable, so you can't see me round with em

If them my niggas, them my niggas, know I'm ridin' with em

If them yo' niggas, them yo' niggas, then you dying with em