(Intro)

Eyy x3

Gang

Uhh look

(Verse 1)[9K900]

No i dont say shit

I let the gun play

Had her walk up to me like a runway

Pointing which way like a migo say datway

I won't do it at night its on broad day(boom X4)

Hit the spot like its bingo but this ain't no old age

Bout to go catch me a case

Thats on gangnem they don't play bout me eyy watch how they letting that chrome spray

If he tweakin we won't be playing games how his body be hitting the floor

Open his scalp you think that we opening doors

Jump off the porch i hop in a Porsche

They hate that im balling like Curry so they be taking a nigga to court

Call me Lil Chrome heart that's on gang the bullets be hitting an opp on his dome

100 some shots that's just how quick he be losing his soul he ready to go

    RIP to his body we gon be hittin them stars you'd think  that we  Ricky and Morty

I got a whole Lotta shots in this 40

Finding these opps like we looking for Dory

Flippin Dinero you watch how i move

Uhh  put that Lil boy on the news

Im chasing these  cheques how imma get em...(how imma get em) no i dont got a clue

HBK that's the gang we don't do heartbreak

We  leaving yo gang wit a heartache

Boom boom  that's what the Glock say

Imma make it out make it on Broadway

Time is money so i let the clock say

And i dont do role play uhh

Gang

Uhhhh uhh (eyyy)

Uhhh uhh (gang)

Uhhh uhh  uh uh

(verse 2)[2xchris]

Sippin on Wok and this shit got me lit

This beat bout to get me turnt up in this bitch (pa pa pa)

She run she think imma chase her (no i ain't)

Sippin on uh did that with no chaser (shhhh)

Rag on the stove it's hot I'm a baker

Shooters they ball like the Lakers (swear to God)

I been goin dumb draco it came with a drum

Shooting this glick for fun (paa)

And if they don't believe me i really been stacking my chips up

Told his ass to get up

Go and get you a bag

Get up off yo ass

This can't be yo last

Go and spend time with your dad

Cause when my dad died i was mad

Cause when my dad died I was sad

He the reason why im totin these choppers he was all i had (Fa Fa Fa)

Now i got all these bodies they piling up

Yeah they think that they tough they can body us

I dont give two fucks let them tools buss

Got a dick on the glick im a fool huh

Oh you rude huh yeah I'm rude too( I swear to God)

You a kill em and put it on YouTube

Without the violence I swear I'm a cool dude (yeah)

They hang around and they'll fool you (On my mama)

I hate fake niggas i hate fake bitches

Don't trust bitches swear i hate bitches

But the bitches with alot of k bitches oh yeah

I prolly can't make this