Everything's Chrome

[Intro: King Critical] Its Critical, nigga (Cash) Why everything chrome? Lean, swag, rock with it Lean, swag, rock with it Lean, swag rock with it It's the remix Glizzy, what you cooking up? [Verse 1: King Critical] I get to the money, I get it and go I'm fuckin' your bitch, got dick in her throat Nigga, lean, just poured up a four Run in your spot, taking your dough Hit 'em high, hit 'em low, low Woah, woah, woah Its Critical, nigga Let me quit playin' and get on this beat I don't wanna hear when you talkin' to me Freestyle, but the drip ain't free Bust down and the bitch ain't cheap She cuffin' now, I done hit her for weeks Up now, got a sale on my weed I got the keys to the streets I'm sending niggas, bring 'em to me These diamonds dancing, quit lookin' at me Niggas be famous when they beefin' with me You got guns, we got cannons Hit 'em with drums, call the mechanic Niggas be groovin', niggas be movin' Callin' my shooters, they come and do you Young niggas shooting, these young niggas shoot Come to my city, won't see 'em again [Verse 2: Duke Duece] What the fuck Fuck it, I pop out, I'm bustin' Sound like a percussion K from Russia Nigga better not touch me If I missed, you lucky Big old K and it came with a scope Nigga, I ain't going out, put it on folks K got a drum, that bitch done roll Niggas still up (Chk-chk) reload (Bow, bow) Call him 6ix9ine, he a snitch See it in your eyes, you a bitch I got six nine's, them ho's gon' hit Leave your dirty ass in a ditch Uhh, yeah, I see that you're scared, you're pissing the bed I don't give a fuck that they calling the feds Its fuck the police, you heard what I said We keep that shit gutter, you know how we play Hold my wrist up, special ed Fuckin' that ho for that shit that you said Dick in her kidney, we came in y'all bed Fuck her for free, but you givin' her bread Give me a nut and I left her on read Ho, fuck you mean? I'm the fat mack When I say [?] ain't cutting no slack We stay by pimpin' or get your ass smacked What? Get your ass smacked Stuck with the strap, 'cause I came through the back Get down with the mob, might come with a pack Bought me these shoes, I feel like Shaq [?] boy, killer get hats Get you outside, you'll get whacked My guys don't zook, but they slide, thats facts What the fuck [Chorus: King Critical & Key Glock] Glock to your top Make them lean, where they rock Got a Glock to your top (Woah) Make them lean, where they rock With a Glock to your top (Woah) Make them lean, where they rock (Woah) With a Glock to your top (Woah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Make them lean, where they rock (Yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 3: Key Glock] I got a .40 its filled with criticals I got them sticks, I got plenty of 'em I'm balling so hard this shit pitiful I took his bitch then I biffed her up She like Glizzy, you're so unforgetable Shut up, bitch turn, around and gitty up Yeah, ride this dick, bitch gitty up Lil whore, this bitch thick as a horse Cummin' got my voice hoarse But fuck it, I'm posting more But fuck it, I'll post some more Bitch, I get high like its a chore Hoppin' out the Lamborghini, liftin' my door Yeah, I'm hoppin' out the Lamborghini, liftin' my door This a Lamborghini Urus, not Aventador Told gang, lets go up the score Ballin' so hard, niggas can't ignore it And I keep a stick, I'll burn you like a s'more (Bop, bop, bop) Ten toes down, hard body to the core Got racks on racks, my legs get sore So many dead men, this shit like a morgue