Everything's Chrome E

It's Critical, nigga. Cash. Why everything chrome? Lean Swag, rock with it. Lean Swag, rock with it. Lean Swag, rock with it. It's the remix. Blizzy, what you cookin' up? I get to the money, I get and go. I'm fuckin' your bitch, got dick in her throat. Nigga lean, just poured up a four. Run in your spot, takin' your dough. Hit 'em high, hit 'em low, low. Whoa, whoa, whoa. It's Critical, nigga. Let me quit playin' and get On this beat. I don't wanna hear when you Talkin' to me. Freestyle, but the drip ain't free. Bust down, the bitch ain't cheap. She cuffin' now, don't hit her for weeks. Up now, gotta sell all my weed. I got the keys to the streets. I'm sendin' niggas, bringin' 'em heat. These diamond dance, quit lookin' at me. Nigga be famous when they beefin' with me. You got guns, we got cannons. Hit 'em with drums, call 'em Nick Cannon. Nigga be groovin', nigga be movin'. Call up my shooters, they come and do it. These young niggas shootin', these young niggas Shoot. Come to my city, won't see 'em again. It, I pop out, I'm bustin'. Sound like a percussion, came from Russia. Nigga better not touch me. If I miss, you lucky, you lucky. Big ol' K, AK with a scope. Nigga ain't goin', I put it on folks. K got a drum, that bitch gon' roll. Nigga still up, reload, bow, bow. Call a six-nine, he a snitch. See it in your eyes, you a bitch. I got six nines, them hoes gon' hit. Leave your dirty ass in a ditch. Yeah, I see that you scared, you pissin' the Bed. I don't give a fuck that they callin' The feds. It's fuck the police, you heard what I said. We keep that shit ghetto, you know How we play. Hold my wrist up, special ed. Fuckin' that ho for the sixth what you said. Shake in her kidney, we came in your bed. Fuck her for free, but you givin' her bread. Give me a nut and I left her on Read. I'm fuckin' mean, I'm the fat mack. When I say church, ain't cuttin' no slack. Free Fed Boy Pimpin' or get your ass smacked. What? Get your ass smacked. Snuck with the strap 'cause I came through the Back. Get down with the mob, might come with A pack. Walk in these shoes, I feel like Shaq. She boy killer, get hacked. Catch you outside, you get whacked. My guys don't juke, but they slide, this facts. Glock to your top, make 'em lean, We did rock. We be Glock to your top, Make 'em lean, we did Glock. We Glock to your top, make 'em lean, We Did Glock. Glock to your top, make 'em lean, Did Glock. I got a forty, it's filled with Criticals. I got them sticks, I got plenty of 'em. I'm ballin' so hard, this shit pitiful. I took your bitch then I bent her up. She like, "Glizzy, you so unforgettable." Shut up, bitch, turn around then giddy up. Get right, this bitch giddy up. Uh, lil' whore, uh, this bitch thick as a Horse. Call me, got my voice hoarse. But fuck it, I'ma pour some more. But fuck it, I'll pour some more. Bitch, I get high like it's a tour. Hoppin' out the Lamborghini, liftin' my door. Yeah, I'm hoppin' out the Lamborghini, liftin' my Door. This a Lamborghini, yours not a Volkswagen. Toe gang, let's go up the score. Ballin' so hard, niggas can't ignore it. And I keep a stick, I'll burn you like A s'more. Uh, Yeah, ten toes down, heart bodied to the core. Got racks on racks, my legs gettin' sore. So many dead men, this shit like a morgue, Uh. Fuck you talkin' 'bout?