Chrome Fight

Lyrics

[Verse] I had a long night (My nigga Lee, I think we got another one) Who wanna run up on this shit and get his nose wiped? I got all matte on, let's have a chrome fight Like what kind of rap you doin', why you ain't got no ice? I never pulled up on them niggas, I just drove by I know them boys outside, we just rode by A half of biscuit on me now, you got the wrong guy She asked me for some money, then my phone died They shot his crib up so much, the fuckin' home died He never make pape', he just go home high I can move a thousand pounds by myself, I'm a strong guy I jump PJ, I ain't ever got on the wrong flight I was just on the rec yard with a long knife I'll take this Matty Boy to heart, I got chrome pipes Last quarter I did Louis, this quarter all Chrome I just had three pints but they all gone You ain't tryna spend no gaffle with me? What you call for? Throw this shit in they face, what you ball for? Like I'm facin' shit, you know I want all the smoke They facin' shit— mm, yeah They facin' shit, you'll never get a chance to walk home That nigga mad as fuck, all his dogs gone Disrespectful, got a platinum plaque just to walk on it, that's a doormat I'm high as fuck bro, where the floor at? I just scored a pint of Qua', where's some more at? I bought the bitch Dior and she adored it I swear to God, I spent a M on DoorDash I swear to God, I spent fifteen racks on floor mats You can't compare yourself to us with your poor ass I got a real zip of scudder butter, twenty-four grams Gotta lose it for You see me at a hoop game, I gotta use the floor Look my mama in her eyes, like, "Ma, I'll never lose no more" They rap good and talk about all this shit but they losin' though Shit, go check the score I just heard some weird shit, Worm, check the door The jerk from the Lamb' truck, now her neck done broke I can get the pints for twenty-eight right now, but they in Texas though Right now I'm on some freaky shit, havin' sex with four I'm high as fuck, won't do this shit no more, like where my weapon go? My lil' nigga caught two already, he eleven though I was finna buy my son a bust Patek, he seven though, he finna turn eight I'll stress a bitch out and make her turn gay I'll find a dyke bitch and make her turn straight They knocked his ass out, how the curve taste? I'm in first place Did a fed bid, I can not forget the first day, or the last day A thousand dollars worth of roaches in my ashtray Nah, that nigga dead for real, you can ask Tre That other nigga died too, you can ask Tay The real niggas in the Buck love me, you can ask Jay I'm a real street legend, I ain't never got my ass ate, you niggas weird as fuck They hit his Scatpack so much, fucked the steerin' up, and he gon' give em up He told on the bros, man, you niggas bold He cloned all the 'bows, now he got some more I gotta dip 'cause I got a show They hit him in the back of his shit, it look like sloppy joe They hit him with a switch, he look like Swiss cheese She asked me was I rich? I'm like, "Bitch, please"