##Chrome Lyrics

Mason on the beat

You ruin everything

All black on my fit , I'm tryna get I'm gone

And this XD45 aiming at his chromosome

you ain't talking bout, no bread, don't call my fucking phone

And my new ho stay in London tryna bring her home

My ex ho, she mad at me, she blow my fucking phone up

Brody keep on pouring tris, that boy, he love that soda

I ain't never ask for help, I did this on my own

Different crib in every state, lil' bitch, I'm never home

My lil' bitch, she want a new bag

Rich nigga, I'm popping these tags

Rich bitch, she don't even gotta ask

Big body and it came with no tags

I be high in the plane, jet lag

I be driving this bitch like a scat

And I heard that nigga talk down

Tell that boy to get him a bag

All black on my fit , I'm tryna get I'm gone

And this XD45 aiming at his chromosome

You ain't talking bout, no bread, don't call my fucking phone

And my new ho stay in London tryna bring her home