Why Is Everything Chrome (Lean Swag Rock Wit It)

(Why is Everything Chrome?) Cash Man this beat got me feeling like the franchise boyz in this bihh Lean wit' it, rock wit' it Lean swag rock wit' it, lean swag rock wit' it (Everything Is Chrome In The Future) Work 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 four Run in your spot, taking ya dough Hit 'em high, hit 'em low low woah woah woah It's critical nigga (work) 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 shooting Come to my city, won't see 'em again Nigga on fuck shit Drinkin that Henn, mixed with that Xan You know the recipe and I'm smoking yo mans Got prices on ya head, got niggas that work for me Still from the hood but nobody know Still got them racks, keep that on the low I'm smoking good, I got it from me Get out ya draws, get on ya knees I'm on that pimp shit, I'm extra drippin' Throw up the C's, I'm extra crippin' (swag) She don't want me to leave, she extra trippin' Sprite codeine, I be extra lifted (work) I get to the money, I get it and go Run up them bands and trap out the store My dope real hot when it get off the stove Bitch thought I was playin', I hit it and go Nigga thought he was hard, 10 shots to the throat Woah, woah (swag), woah (swag), woah (swag), woah (swag) Woah (swag), woah (swag), woah (swag) Woah (swag), woah (swag), woah (swag) It's critical nigga Me and my flags, they matchin' together Done gave her a molly, put dick in her belly I need a bitch like Miley Cyrus He don't come outside, that nigga be hidin' (eyy) We going dumb, we shoot for a hobby (eyy You a middleman, you can quit lyin' I got good aim, I shoot for his linin' She got good brain, she got A in science Look at the rollie, that shit be shinin' Bling Blau Check out the freestyle, the shit be ridin' I get to the money, I get it and go Go, Go (swag), Go (swag), Go (swag), Go (swag), Go (swag) It's critical nigga Swag