Chronic Lyrics

Bitch, I bang the chronic

I pick the pockets bitch I'm copping wallets

Bring the violence

I'm bringing disorder

Making the piles of corpses

Peep the mileage

I smoke in the garden

Picking it right when it's sour

Mission devour

I'm going for hours

Switching the blunt and the powder

Bang the chronic

I pick the pockets bitch I'm copping wallets

Bring the violence

I'm bringing disorder

Making the piles of corpses

Peep the mileage

I smoke in the garden

Picking it right when it's sour

Mission devour

I smoke for hours

Switching the blunt and the powder

Better speak up, no back talk

Hit 'em all black with the mask off, aye

Black on the floor and I'm crashing the course

'Bout to send a nigga down like six feet, aye

I will not give you remorse

You're begging and crying, I'm bringin the force

You play with the fire, I'm swing with the torch

To sever the head and I'm burning the corpse like

Go run with it, go dumb with it

Swinging on a nigga's back, have fun with it

Run through a nigga's trap with the sun hitting

Go dumb in the bag like I'm all in it

Bitch I'm catching whiplash 'cause the car's spinning

Go raw, go hard to the block with it

I'm palm spittin', got woods in the back

When I roll that skunk I bang that

Bang the chronic

I pick the pockets bitch I'm copping wallets

Bring the violence

I'm bringing disorder

Making the piles of the corpses

Peep the mileage

I smoke in the garden

Picking it right when it's sour

Mission devour

Going for hours

Switching the blunt and the powder

Bang the chronic

I pick the pockets bitch I'm copping wallets

Bring the violence

I'm bringing disorder

Making the piles of the corpses

Peep the mileage

I smoke in the garden

Picking it right when it's sour

Mission devour

Smoking for hours

Switching the blunt and the powder

GO

Bet I'mma run it nigga

I've been running tracks up like a record player

Bet i'm never lacking with that fucking range

Picking pocket change until my pockets change

Keep a deadly weapon for that stock exchange

So you can't be ahead of me

I will not rest 'til I let 'em bleed

'Bout to go fuck on your pedigree

Death is the path for your family

I will not spare you the smoke

Garden of death finna choke

Making a pile, now this shit is foul

Now only gonna burn with the most

Go ahead get 'em in mode

Boy I am not one to be tested

I'm leaving you dead on the rope

Like this shit is fun to me

Whether you don't fuck with me

Better just leave me alone

Running the bag and getting the stash in the back

When I roll up I smoke

Go with the dead with the ghost

Burning something and it's fucking nothing

When I'm dropping bodies for this dope

Know that I get with the GOATs

Dropping the death to floor when I

Bang the chronic

I pick the pockets bitch I'm copping wallets

Bring the violence

I'm bringing disorder

Making the piles of the corpses

Peep the mileage

I smoke in the garden

Picking it right when it's sour

Mission devour

Going for hours

Switching the blunt and the powder

Bang the chronic

I pick the pockets bitch I'm copping wallets

Bring the violence

I'm bringing disorder

Making the piles of the corpses

Peep the mileage

I smoke in the garden

Picking it right when it's sour

Mission devour

Smoking for hours

Switching the blunt and the powder