(Tommytohotty)

Yeah, ayy, yeah, swear, my heart so— (Surf Gang, bitch)

Ayy, yeah, ayy

Bitch, I feel alone, ayy (Let's get it, ayy)

I'm on my G-lone, ayy (Ooh, yeah, ayy)

Swear my heart so cold, ayy (Ooh, ayy, ayy)

It's not made of chrome (Ooh, ayy, ayy)

On my hip, yeah, I got Chrome (Chrome)

That's just some shit that's hittin' home (Yeah, it's hittin' home)

Thank God, we made it out the mud, yeah (Mud)

Made it out the trenches, yeah (Trenches)

We ain't got no love, that's why we fuckin' on all these bitches (Fuckin' on all these bitches, yeah)

Put my life into this shit, yeah

Reason I'm committed, yeah

Okay, bitch, let's get it (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

He got hit with a hundred shots, ayy (He got hit with a hundred shots)

He don't know what hit him

Fuck 'round, might just spin his block, ayy (Fuck 'round, might just spin his block)

Found out he wasn't with it

He claim he slime, but why he snitchin'? (Yeah, why?)

Ayy, now he on my shit list

Yeah, light him up like Christmas

These bullets hot and fresh like biscuits

These Denims dancin', they just hold racks in 'em (They hold racks in 'em)

You know you ain't about that street shit, why the fuck you in it? (Yeah, so why the fuck you in it?)

So now we creepin' down your block and shit, all the windows tinted (All the windows tinted, yeah)

We out the window, we got mop-sticks, why yo' ass went missin'? Yeah (Skrrt, skrrt; Ayy, let's—)

(Ayy, let's go; Skrrt, skrrt, yeah)

Yeah, bitch, I feel alone, ayy (Yeah)

I'm on my G-lone, ayy

And my heart so cold, ayy

It's not made of chrome (It's not made of chrome)

On my hip, yeah, I got Chrome

That's some shit that's hittin' home (Yeah, that's some shit that's hittin' home; Skrrt, skrrt)

He got hit with a hundred shots, ayy

He don't know what hit him

Fuck 'round, might just spin his block, ayy

Found out he wasn't with it