Chroma

(álbum: UNDERWORLD - 2018)

Shh...

Gotta keep my voice down 'cause I know they sleeping
Racks still stacking, every day still a weekend
House been jumping every night full of demons
Creeping, up and down the walls just like some creatures
You said you think, but do you really fucking know though
Smoking on a O, so we calling this the O-zone
Six bottles in the bag, two blunts in the roto
These moments last way longer than a photo
Keep it on the low-low, still riding solo
'Bout it while you bouncing like mothafucking a pogo
Switching up, flipping side to side, bitch, that's a no-no
I'm hidden while you flexing bnb's out in Noho
I think it's safe to say around here that that's a no-go
Pro clubs, bitch, we ain't never rocking polo
Whole show bumping, after that we gotta go, bro
But they can't even see me through the tint of the windows

Twin rows back to back in that whip, hoe
In the sprinter, bitch, fuck a limo
Indonesian smoke for my kinfolk
It goes 'round and 'round like a syndrome
Bitch, we do what we do, 'cause we need to
Need two bottles of wine for my sweet tooth
Keep to myself when I really need to
These dudes, think that I don't, but I see through
We do

We do anything that we wanna do
We do anything that we wanna do
We do anything that we wanna do
We do anything that we wanna do
We do anything that we wanna do
We do anything that we wanna do
We do anything that we wanna do
We do anything that we wanna do

Twin rows back to back in that whip, hoe
In the sprinter, bitch, fuck a limo
Indonesian smoke for my kinfolk
It goes 'round and 'round like a syndrome
Bitch, we do what we do, 'cause we need to
Need two bottles of wine for my sweet tooth
Keep to myself when I really need to
These dudes, think that I don't, but I see through
We do