Chrome (Like Ooh)

I'll take all the chicken

You gon' make a **** pull up on ya

You gon' make my **** pull up on ya

You gon' make my **** pull up on ya

Boys on the block, tall boys on the spot

You got a shot, youngin', you ain't gotta get shot

Dangerous to measure a man by the size of his cock

Told to measure a king by the size of his flock

Who your leader, where y'all going

My army big enough to carry a boeing' and ride off to the Lox

Hair braided, twisted, wind blowing through my knots

9th G Jones, Khrysis, Amp, Ka$h, Nottz

Mama got soul food cooking in the pot

You in a grave situation, you should look into a plot

Dirt on my name, boy, I'm way too smart

Chest full of pride, don't mean nothing without heart

One life to live, so you gotta make a mark

Westside told me one thing, don't ever rock with marks

I only rock with Mark, that's my lil' bro

That's the big homie, daddy said always keep a G on

I got the dagger back, that thing still sharp

I really play the game, y'all commentate behind doors

Don't ever say my name 'cause it might end yours

I never been lazy but I seen a plenty forest

Whitaker, the wit 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 prolly get, woo, woo

Speeding through lane-y what we call high schooling

Painted like Delaney, we see in color too

Synesthetic, know everybody won't get it

I'm patient though, no wonder they regret it

When I, ooh, ooh

Pull up in the coupe

When the chrome coming, it's coming in June

When the chrome coming, it's coming in June, June

And Daddy like ooh, ooh

When I 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

Nah, ho, pull back

Don't show all your card's, they ain't worth that

Spoon feed these ****, baby teeth these ****

You ain't teethin' on me, my ****

Chrome been spinning on my mind

Hair, face, new outfit on point

Trips 'round the world with homies, we all flying

Everything that they say, it ain't gospel, lames lie

Boys always talk, don't cry, but need to cry

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

Working on my glow up, asking if I got mils

I got family, I got stress, got success and bills

Good God, twenty inches on the axel

We copped the classic gold things in the hill like Axel

Lines better than all rappers aligned if they ask you

Riding shotgun, sit and ask you

On the straight and narrow

Call mama

Told her 'bout my summer reign, she thought 'bout callin' Thomas

No no no, no no, I'm more like Giannas

Must be real to get these honors, why they put Gs on us, something real

Represent where you from

Snow Hill

When you gon' pull up with that chrome on your wheels

Chicken chasing all summer, pocket my surreal

Keep it real, baby, I'm real

Represent where you from

Snow Hill

When you gon' pull up with that chrome on your wheels

Chicken chasing all summer, pocket my surreal

Keep it real, baby, I'm real