CHROME

Mmm, Melvoni

What you know about slums?
Where I'm from, you owe the hood
And you paying back with blood
'Cause there ain't no acting up
When them niggas after ya
You talk tough, better back it up
Pussy bitch'll get backed down (Baow)
And I ain't come to wrestle, 'cause this ain't no smackdown
All he see is a blackout, can't get back now
Got my gun in the background (Baow)

I'm in the booth with the stick on me now
I'm in your girl room, she like, "Dicka me down"
I'm like, "What about your man?" And she think he a clown
He gon' get clapped 'cause he thinking he down
He making that noise 'cause he thinking he loud
'Til my niggas come and we quiet him down

I only got one in the chrome
So ain't no missing, I aim one at his dome (Baow)
I'm with the thugs and shit
I'm with the dubs and shit
I'm with some A's in this
I roll with them Bloods and Crips
You knew what it was, lil' bitch
I ain't with the internet thugging shit
Like, where is you? (Is you)
It only take two shots to clear the room (The room)
I feel like I'm 2Pac before the tune (The tune)
And I could get you shot and smell all the fumes
And I'm looking for headshots, not no leg shots
With a sniper, but ain't no zoom (No)
I'm wearing black in the back of the party
Pour up the Henny, I don't do Bacardi
And I got the glizzy, so don't be retarded
Load up the semi and aim for your target

I am a top shotta, the Don Dada (Top shotta)
And my niggas ready for war
You know that I split māthās, smoke opp grabba
They say, "Mel, ya gone too far"
They know I'm the top shotta, the Don Dada
And my niggas ready for war
They know that I split māthās, smoke opp grabba
They like, "Mel, ya gone too far"

I don't give a fuck what you saying
'Cause I ain't playing with no pussy ass, lil' boy
I'm with the thugs and shit (Baow)
I'm with the dubs and shit
I'm with some A's in this
I roll with them Bloods and Crips
I'm with some thugs and shit (Lil' bitch, krrah)
I'm with the dubs and shit (Krrah)
I got some A's in this
I roll with them Bloods and Crips

I'm in the booth with the stick on me now
I'm in your girl room, she like, "Dicka me down"
I'm like, "What about your man?" And she think he a clown
He gon' get clapped 'cause he thinking he down
He making that noise 'cause he thinking he loud
'Til my niggas come and we quiet him down

Chrome
'Til my niggas come and we quiet him down
Thug