Chrome

Yay
Wake da fuck up, wait
What, you thought this shit was?
Hey
I ain't tryna hear shit you say, out your fuck face
Huh, I push rhymes, like they push weight
All these lil beefs in the world couldn' deter me (and won't)
I got this pain in my jaw, cuh
Every time I spit, its like lickin' off shots, huh
Da, da-da-da, young man is the problem
Twist it like a swisher, when I kick it off the top of

The dome, this ain't whatcha want
I can getcha gone, wh-whi-with the chrome
Two to the dome, I can getcha gone, wh-whi-with the chrome
The dome, this ain't whatcha want
I can getcha gone, wh-whi-with the chrome
Two to the dome, I can getcha gone, wh-whi-with the chrome

(We're sorry, we're sorry, we're sorry, we're sorry, you have been disconnected)

Look, you better lay low, I'm about the pesos
Can't nobody interrupt my payroll, the chips and queso
You need to shut your fucking cake hole
You think you know me from the net
But you don't know the gang, so lookout
Bring the motherfuckin' beef, this a cook out
Your shoes and your shit, I got you shook out
Immovable object you couldn't stop us
I'm vicious with the written and when I kick it off the top of

The dome, this ain't whatcha want
I can getcha gone, wh-whi-with the chrome
Two to the dome, I can getcha gone, wh-whi-with the chrome
The dome, this ain't whatcha want
I can getcha gone, wh-whi-with the chrome
Two to the dome, I can getcha gone, wh-whi-with the chrome

(We're sorry, we're sorry, we're sorry, we're sorry, you have been disconnected)

The dome, this ain't whatcha want
I can getcha gone, wh-whi-with the chrome
Two to the dome, I can getcha gone, wh-whi-with the chrome
The dome, this ain't whatcha want
I can getcha gone, wh-whi-with the chrome

(We're sorry, we're sorry, we're sorry, we're sorry, you have been disconnected)



Credits
Writer(s): James Garcia
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