Chrome (Like Ooh)
(专辑: Laila's Wisdom - 2017)
Boys on the
block told boys on the
spot You gotta a
shot younging, you ain't gotta get shot Dangerous to measure a
man by the
size of his cock I
was told to measure a
King by the
size of his flock Who your leader and where y'all going? My army big enough carry a
boeing' Ride off to the
Lox Hair braided, twisted, wind blowing thru my knots 9th, G, Jones, Khrysis, Amp, Kash, Nottz Mama got soulfood cooking in the
pots You in a
grave situation you should look into a
plot Dirt on my name, boy I'm way too smart Chest full of a
pride don't mean nothing without heart One life to live so you gotta make a
mark West side told one thang, don't never rock with marks I
only rock with mark, that's my lil brother That's the
big homie, daddy said always keep a G
on me I
got the
dagger back that thang still sharp I
really play the
game y'all commentate behind doors Don't never say my name cause it might end yours I
never been lazy but I
seen a
plenty Forest Whitaker, the
with of her, good Lord Ain't got keys like Khaled but I
still open doors A
few in my crew flew the
coop The
day I
fly the
coupe I'll probably get woop woop'd Speeding thru the
laney, what we call high schooling Painted that like Delaney, we see it in color too Synesthetic, know everybody won't GET it I'm patient though, no wonder they regret it When I
ooh Pull up in the
coupe When the
chrome coming? It's coming in June When the
chrome coming? It's coming in June Ooh, ooh Pull up on em Naw, hold pull back Don't show all your cards They ain't worth that Spoon feed these niggas Baby teeth these nigga Who they teething on? Me, my nigga Chrome been spinning on my mind Hair, face new outfit, I'm fine Trips round the
world with homies we all flying Everything they say ain't gospel, lames lie Boys always taught don't cry, but need to cry I
was taught to respect the
driver more than I
do the
ride Ride with me homie, ain't nothing to hold the
wheel When I
was hungry you looked out, you always got me a
meal Workin on my glowup, they askin if I
got mills I
got family, I
got stress, got success and bills Good God! Put 20 inches on the
axle We cop them classic ol' thangs in the
Hill like Axel Lines better than all the
rappers aligned if they ask you Riding Shotgun, sittin askew On the
straight narrow I
called up mama up Told her 'bout my summer reign She thought 'bout Carl Thomas I
said no no no, no no I
more like Giannis Must be real to get these honors That's why they put G's on us I'm Real Represent where you from? Snow Hill When you gon pull with up new chrome on your wheels? Chicken chasin all summer, pocket muscle real I'm Real Represent where you from? Snow Hill When you gon pull with up new chrome on your wheels? Chicken chasin all summer, pocket muscle real