Chrome* - Intellectual

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[Intro: Trippie Redd]

Yeah, yeah, hey

(Loesoe goin' crazy)

Big B's with keys, gang

Slatt, slatt

Ridin' 'round with a damn chrome

You ain't from my hood, lil' nigga, you gon' get disowned

Diamonds on my wrist, baby, she love my cologne

He claim he a real one, but I know he told

We pull up with real drums, like we in the van

Pour a four with '2point0, we out here in Japan

Coast to coast, we on the go, we pull it in advance

Got to get back to Miami and put my feet up in the sand, yeah

Did it off a bean, 'bout to drool on that lean

We like Cujo, Yao Ming, yeah

All my dogs been trippin', keep them sticks like we're a team

Yeah, eat ramen, pour a damn Sake in my tea

Disrespect the gang, knuckle sandwich knockin' at your teeth

I feel like Lil Tecca, go to damn Five Guys if it's beef

Kobe poppin' that lil' nigga if you ain't got yo' heat

I keep a Smith & Wesson, test me, lil' nigga, meet yo' destiny

I had to lead the way, niggas fuckin' sheep

My lil' bitch a rockstar, she say, "Trippie, when you fuckin' me?"

Ridin' in that Rover, nigga, I was in that fuckin' Beamer

You know it's game over when we win, my nigga Sunny D

Ridin' 'round with a damn chrome

You ain't from my hood, lil' nigga, you gon' get disowned

Diamonds on my wrist, baby, she love my cologne

He claim he a real one, but I know he told

We pull up with real drums, like we in the van

Pour a four with '2point0, we out here in Japan

Coast to coast, we on the go, we pull it in advance

Got to get back to Miami and put my feet up in the sand, yeah

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Ridin' 'round with a damn chrome

You ain't from my hood, lil' nigga, you gon' get disowned

Diamonds on my wrist, baby, she love my cologne

He claim he a real one, but I know he told

We pull up with real drums, like we in the van

Pour a four with '2point0, we out here in Japan

Coast to coast, we on the go, we [?]

Back to Miami with my feet up in the sand, yeah