CHROME BERETTA (feat. $atori Zoom & 1nonly)

(AV with that drip, ho) Lil' boy better step up Been had the sauce, so you niggas better catch up Stay with the strap, yeah, we hittin' from the chest up Six deep with the gang on the low in a Tesla All-black with a chrome Beretta Took his flow and I'm doin' it better In the cut, ain't no matter the weather Talkin' shit and I'm clutchin' the lever Yeah, pull out the choppa, it makin' him hiccup I get me a shiver, she suckin' my dick up He talkin' that shit but he wishin' ran up Callin' up leg 'cause I need that Beretta (uh) Six deep, pull up with the pressure If lil' boy step up, he leave in a stretcher All-black with interior leather Calm down, don't fuck with a killer You-you-you niggas is less, my niggas is greater Gave her the tip, lil' shawty a waiter Ballin' out like I play for the Lakers On a roll, bitch, I feel like a skater She wanted dick, so I told her I'd cater Had to snap, bitch, I feel like a gator Had to snap couple rounds out the Glock Run up on me and I'm airin' the block Run up on me, you get shot in yo' face (yeah) Draggin' the body all over the state (yeah) Just like some alcohol, you gettin' chased (ayy) Hop out the Benz, I hop in a Wraith (grra) Put on a techno beat, shawty she feelin' me (yeah, yeah, yeah) Blowin' her back to the beat of the bass (bitch) Kickin' her out, like I need space (bitch) After she gone, the number erased Gang, gang, gang, gang, yeah, I'm a killa (killa) Gang, gang, gang, gang, I go gorillas (gorillas) Gang, gang, gang, gang, yeah, it's a thrilla (thrilla) Gang, gang, gang, gang, a Caterpillar I keep the MAC on me, bitches call me Steve Jobs (grra) This loud pack got me higher than them Greek gods I'm on the southside, shooters got them dead eyes We be stackin' bread high, we yo' fucking demise Said I be riding fuckin' dirty, got these bitches on my dick (got these bitches on my dick) What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck it really is They be talkin', "1nonly, how the fuck you get so big?" (Ayy, ayy, ayy) It's all the money I be making, holy fuck, I'm getting rich Let's get it I be in the whip, dirty ticket that minute (he's on fire) You be countin' pennies, I be countin' all these digits (ayy, ayy, ayy) Rick up on my feet, "So cunt," how it's written Hold up wait a minute (ayy, ayy, ayy) I said, "Hold up, wait a minute" I'm yo' bitch MCM that's why I got it on my back I got two .45s, got two bad dimes If you want that beef (ayy), better bring it out the back Like, holy shit, like, holy fuck, I'm high as fuck, I can't relax I got this money, got this money steady coming by the stack, broke bitch Glock, a bust down Thot, she bust down Hot, I fuck now Stop, I nut now Watch the fuck out Knock, I'm up now Shot, the bums down Rock, I'm punk now, yeah Milly rock, shine like I'm Johnny Dang, Dang, Dang Silly watch, I don't need a thing but a gang chain Iggy Pop with the punk rock, you a damn lame 55, but I run a hundred on the high way See that Wocky got you loose Say it to ya face and then I say it in the booth Hey, huh, what? Fuck you bitches, I'm the truth Bitch, I'm getting brain from ya main baby boo (yuh, fuck you too)