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Chrome Status
Hip-Hop/Rap
Chrome Status was released on March 16, 2026 by Whippa as a part of the album Chrome Status - Single
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Release DateMarch 16, 2026
LabelWhippa
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Whippa
Whippa
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeneevan Logeswaran
Jeneevan Logeswaran
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Whippa
Whippa
Producer

Lyrics

She been bought out head to toe
Mike Amiri coat
Wrapped in Prada head to toe
Said she'll love me but she won't
She won't hesi for some snow
If we tweaking let her go
Left his body took his gold
Now we drenched in some Dior
Catch 'em lacking we on go
Write 'em up just like a note
Turn an opp into a post
Burn his block he doing toast
Hollow tips I'll change his pose
Made him freeze like he on froze
He was barking bold as hell now he quiet doing most
Got 'em flexing for the 'gram
Left 'em stretched behind a post
Shawty say she love the gang
She go freaky for the bros
Told her keep it on the low
What we do nobody knows
We been sliding through their hood
Tinted windows riding slow
Buddy thought he had a chance
Turned his chance into a smoke
I been stacking up my racks
Turn my knots into a loaf
Keep a clipper on the low
Catch a fade when I'm on go
It's so it's so fire is it not?
I feel like I'm flying in my mind
It's a hot
I feel like I'm flying in my mind
It's a hot
She said higher than mine
It's so hot in here, it's so hot in here
She been dropped out head to toe
Can't have gold without some chrome
Only time you feel regret
Is when you feel it in the bones
If I ever die too young
Keep a cross right on my tomb
There's too many bad men 'round
Have me standing on ten toes
You been talking way too loud
Get you hit right with a stick
If my money ain't enough
I'ma cash out on some bricks
You been talking way too loud
Get you hit right with a stick
If you see young Whips on go
You gon' know it be a hit
Show my friends I'll show your future
I'm banking all the shooters
I been crazing over Tyla
Back in like some robbers
We be rinsing out the jewellers
Cashin' on the low
This that bag that make her ruder
I got twenty in the couch
Make her wanna dance yeah
G3 make you dance
But I feel like Billie Jean
Keep a hundred bands on me
Call me cash machine
She walk around with Edmunds
My pockets filled with queens
Them goons be rocking Shein
I be coded with the V
I been popping with the gang
That's my flame off my stereo
Pop out interstellar man
Move around like Cheerio
This no silly game
Go for rounds like a merry go
I got what you know
Can you come and let it go
Let it go
Let it go
Had to let her go
She been juice out to the toe
Back and forth we go
All my brothers knows
She know
Call her SheGo
Head up from the ground
We head in with the notes
With the same notes
If she bad then let me know
She staring at my roof
Up with the stars she feeling hypno
She became my ex
And now she asking for some XO
Written by: Jeneevan Logeswaran
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