“Everything’s Chrome”
Why is everything chrome?
Lean swag rock wit it
Lean swag rock wit it
Lean swag rock wit it
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 4
Run in your spot, taking ya dough
Hit em high, hit em low low
Woah woah woah
It’s Critical nigga
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 lookin at me
Niggas 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 shoot
Come to my city, you won’t see em again
Fuck it, I pop out I’m bussin
Sound like a percussion
Came from Russia
Nigga bet not touch me
If I miss you lucky (you lucky)
Big ol’ K it came with a scope
Nigga ain’t goin I put it on folk
K got a song that bitch done wrote
Nigga still up? (Psh psh) reload
(Bow Bow)
Call em 69 he a snitch
See it in your eyes you a bitch
I got 69 them hoes gon hit
Leave your dirty ass in a ditch
Yeah, yeah, I see that you scared
Ya piss in the bed
I don’t give a fuck that you calling the feds
It’s fuck the police you heard what I said
We keep that shit gutta you know how we play
Pop my wrist up, special ed
Fucking that hoe for that shit that you said
Dick in her kidney we came on ya bed
Fuck her for free but you giving her bread
Get me a nut then I left her on read
Fuck do you mean? I’m the fair max
When I say touch, ain’t cuttin no slack
Dishing like pippin no diss you get smacked
What!? Get ya ass smacked
Snuck with the strap cause I came through the back
Get down with the mob might come with a pack
Ball in these shoes I feel like Shaq
Skateboard killa get haxed
Catch you outside you get wacked
My guys gon shoot when they slide that’s facts
Glock to your top make em lean with it rock with it
Glock to your top make em lean with it rock with it
Glock to your top make em lean with it rock with it
Glock to your top make em lean with it rock with it
I got a 40 it’s filled with criticals
I got them sticks I got plenty of em
I’m ballin so hard this shit pitiful
I took this bitch then I picked her up
She like you so unforgettable
Shut up bitch turn around and gettyup
Get right think this bitch gettyup
Lil whore
This bitch thick as a horse
Call her got mopped voice hoarse
Fuck it I’ll pose some more
Fuck it I’ll pose some more
Bitch I get head like it’s a chore
Hopping out the Lamborghini lift up my door
Hopping out the Lamborghini lift up my door
This a Lamborghini you’s not an Aventador
Told gang let’s go up the score
Ballin so hard nigga can’t ignore it
And I keep a stick I’ll burn you like a smore
10 toes down hardbody to the core
Got racks on racks my legs get sore
So many dead men this shit like a morgue
About Key Glock
Artist: Key Glock
Related Songs: Diapers Lyrics
Born: August 3, 1997 (age 25 years), Memphis, Tennessee, United States
Nominations: BET Award for Best Group
Genre: Hip hop music, Trap music, Hip-Hop/Rap
Record labels: Paper Route EMPIRE, Paper Route Empire / Key Glock
Education: Central High School, Hamilton High School,