Freak Da Chrome
Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God
Yea
Please don't let me bug out, i ain't goin bug aht
I got my gun out, yea
I had molly water, get high, feel strong like Popeye
Yea, my brova put shit on the news so much
He need to be sponsored by Fox Five
I can't fuck wit' you people, you not mine!
Why da fuck y'all wan' hang? i ain't got time
He (uh) can't hang wit' (ugh)
Da gang bitch, we tote nines (ah)
Give a fuck, what you think (ahh)
Ima blow mine! ain't gon' lie, i ain't giving her
No signs (yea)
Brova, posted at da citgo wit' dat
Muthafuckin get em gone
H-how da fuck
He freaked da chrome
Catch that boy down bad
Den did em' wrong (did em' wrong)
Why the fuck they don't act the same
When they all alone? (alone)
Yea, i know all these niggas be bitches
Like please get the fuck off my phone
(my phone)
Huh, This lil bitch doing too much
On God i'm hella thrown (hella thrown)
You ca' hear it in my song
I just got in my zone (my zone)
What the fuck, oh my-
Yea, this bitch just told me die
Ain't gon' lie, i wouldn't 'een be here
Without my talents, or without God (on God)
Ain't gon' lie, this shit wont be fair
I get rich, and i get fly
Got all these questions
Im like why (like why)
Yea, i need hella bread
I ain't tryna survive
And just get by (get by)
Yea, watch me break the cycle
For all my fam, no nine to five (five)
Yea, shoutout my supporters
And all my fans, bitch
Y'all the guys (da guys)
This lil nigga gotta be fried
Why the fuck he try act like he slide
Yea
Please don't let me bug out
I ain't goin bug aht
I got my gun out, yea
I had molly water, get high
Feel strong like Popeye
Yea, my brova put shit on the news so much
He need to be sponsored by Fox Five
I can't fuck wit' you people, you not mine!
Why da fuck y'all wan' hang?
I ain't got time
He (uh) can't hang wit' (ugh)
Da gang bitch, we tote nines (ah)
Give a fuck, what you think (ahh)
Ima blow mine! ain't gon' lie
I ain't giving her no signs (yea)
Brova, posted at da citgo wit' dat
Muthafuckin get em gone
H-how da fuck he, freaked da chrome
Catch that boy down bad
Den did em' wrong (did em' wrong)
Why the fuck they don't act the same
When they all alone? (alone)
Yea, i know all these niggas be bitches
Like please get the fuck off my phone
(my phone)
Huh, This lil bitch doing too much
On God i'm hella thrown (hella thrown)
You ca' hear it in my song
I just got in my zone (my zone)
Yea
Please don't let me bug out, i ain't goin bug aht
I got my gun out, yea
I had molly water, get high, feel strong like Popeye
Yea, my brova put shit on the news so much
He need to be sponsored by Fox Five
I can't fuck wit' you people, you not mine!
Why da fuck y'all wan' hang? i ain't got time
He (uh) can't hang wit' (ugh)
Da gang bitch, we tote nines (ah)
Give a fuck, what you think (ahh)
Ima blow mine! ain't gon' lie, i ain't giving her
No signs (yea)
Brova, posted at da citgo wit' dat
Muthafuckin get em gone
H-how da fuck
He freaked da chrome
Catch that boy down bad
Den did em' wrong (did em' wrong)
Why the fuck they don't act the same
When they all alone? (alone)
Yea, i know all these niggas be bitches
Like please get the fuck off my phone
(my phone)
Huh, This lil bitch doing too much
On God i'm hella thrown (hella thrown)
You ca' hear it in my song
I just got in my zone (my zone)
What the fuck, oh my-
Yea, this bitch just told me die
Ain't gon' lie, i wouldn't 'een be here
Without my talents, or without God (on God)
Ain't gon' lie, this shit wont be fair
I get rich, and i get fly
Got all these questions
Im like why (like why)
Yea, i need hella bread
I ain't tryna survive
And just get by (get by)
Yea, watch me break the cycle
For all my fam, no nine to five (five)
Yea, shoutout my supporters
And all my fans, bitch
Y'all the guys (da guys)
This lil nigga gotta be fried
Why the fuck he try act like he slide
Yea
Please don't let me bug out
I ain't goin bug aht
I got my gun out, yea
I had molly water, get high
Feel strong like Popeye
Yea, my brova put shit on the news so much
He need to be sponsored by Fox Five
I can't fuck wit' you people, you not mine!
Why da fuck y'all wan' hang?
I ain't got time
He (uh) can't hang wit' (ugh)
Da gang bitch, we tote nines (ah)
Give a fuck, what you think (ahh)
Ima blow mine! ain't gon' lie
I ain't giving her no signs (yea)
Brova, posted at da citgo wit' dat
Muthafuckin get em gone
H-how da fuck he, freaked da chrome
Catch that boy down bad
Den did em' wrong (did em' wrong)
Why the fuck they don't act the same
When they all alone? (alone)
Yea, i know all these niggas be bitches
Like please get the fuck off my phone
(my phone)
Huh, This lil bitch doing too much
On God i'm hella thrown (hella thrown)
You ca' hear it in my song
I just got in my zone (my zone)
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