Why Is Everything Chrome? (Lean Swag Rock Wit It)

(Why is Everything Chrome?) Cash
Man this beat got me feeling like the franchise boyz in this bihh
Lean wit' it, rock wit' it
Lean swag rock wit' it, lean swag rock wit' it
(Everything Is Chrome In The Future) Work
I get to the money, I get it and go
I'm fucking your bitch, got dick in her throat
Nigga leaning, just poured up a four
Run in your spot, taking ya dough
Hit 'em high, hit 'em low low woah woah woah
It's critical nigga (work)

Let me quit playing and get on this beat
I don't wanna hear when you talking to me
Freestyle but the drip ain't free
Bust down and the bitch ain't cheap
She cuffed now, done hit her for weeks
Up now, got her selling my weed
I got the keys to the streets, I'm sending niggas, bring 'em to me
These diamonds dancing, quit looking at me
Niggaa be fans when they beefing with me
You got guns, we got cannons
Hit 'em with drums, call 'em Nick Cannon
A nigga be grooving
A nigga be moving

Call up my shooters and they come and do ya
My young niggas shooting my young niggas shooting
Come to my city, won't see 'em again
Nigga on fuck shit
Drinkin that Henn, mixed with that Xan
You know the recipe and I'm smoking yo mans
Got prices on ya head, got niggas that work for me
Still from the hood but nobody know
Still got them racks, keep that on the low
I'm smoking good, I got it from me
Get out ya draws, get on ya knees
I'm on that pimp shit, I'm extra dripping
Throw up the C's, I'm extra cripping (swag)
She don't want me to leave, she extra tripping
Sprite codeine, I be extra lifted (work)

I get to the money, I get it and go
Run up them bands and trap out the store
My dope real hot when it get off the stove
Bitch thought I was playing, I hit it and go
Nigga thought he was hard, 10 shots to the throat
Woah, woah (swag), woah (swag), woah (swag), woah (swag)
Woah (swag), woah (swag), woah (swag)
Woah (swag), woah (swag), woah (swag)
It's critical nigga

Me and my flags, they matching together
Done gave her a molly, put dick in her belly
I need a bitch like Miley Cyrus
He don't come outside, that nigga be hiding (eyy)
We going dumb, we shoot for a hobby (eyy
You a middleman, you can quit lying
I got good aim, I shoot for his lining
She got good brain, she got A in science
Look at the rollie, that shit be shining
Bling Blau
Check out the freestyle, the shit be riding
I get to the money, I get it and go
Go, Go (swag), Go (swag), Go (swag), Go (swag), Go (swag)
It's critical nigga
Swag