Everything’s Chrome

Its Critical, nigga
Why everything chrome?
Lean, swag, rock with it
Lean, swag, rock with it
Lean, swag rock with it
Its the remix
Glizzy what you cooking up?

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

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 sixnine, 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

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)

I got a 4.0 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