CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Aye
(Why is everything chrome?), Cash
Grrrhaw baw baw, baw baw skrrt skrrt skrrt (everything is chrome?in?the future!)
Aye aye,?got my ACG boot on they?trachea, I want face if she cute with no makeup, If he hate, ok cool then were bakin em
F**k the jakes shot out my n***a Jacob, we gone hit every shot like a layup, they ain't getting to no guape so they hate us, and them clippers hit tops like fade ups (aye aye), stop, putting sh*t on homies you made up
Got this sh*t on my own I couldn?t wait up, put a ex on my phone like a breakup
I pop up in your home n***a wake up, put his name on a stone like Rosetta
I fell off, I?m back on and I?m better, b*t*h you soft with that chrome you a featha, and Pat just came home ,we can?t let up
I give Kobe the chrome you gettin wet up, now its blood on your shirt that ain't ketchup, I can tell he was scared when I met em
I came up from the dirt, now im next up, and I hang with some dogs, you can't pet em
You got sticks, we got logs so who betta?
Hella clips like a vlog to do betta, and we hitting every shot from the neck up, and im still on that block with the tech tucked
If we bring out them Glocks , then you messed up, rip his vest with them shots, f**k his chest up, when we run out your spot, better catch up, if he run with my ops hes gettin wet up, tote a whole lot of Glocks and Berettas, we put faces on boxes and sweaters, I ain't racist im popping whoeva
Grrrhaw baw baw, baw baw skrrt skrrt skrrt (everything is chrome?in?the future!)
Aye aye,?got my ACG boot on they?trachea, I want face if she cute with no makeup, If he hate, ok cool then were bakin em
F**k the jakes shot out my n***a Jacob, we gone hit every shot like a layup, they ain't getting to no guape so they hate us, and them clippers hit tops like fade ups (aye aye), stop, putting sh*t on homies you made up
Got this sh*t on my own I couldn?t wait up, put a ex on my phone like a breakup
I pop up in your home n***a wake up, put his name on a stone like Rosetta
I fell off, I?m back on and I?m better, b*t*h you soft with that chrome you a featha, and Pat just came home ,we can?t let up
I give Kobe the chrome you gettin wet up, now its blood on your shirt that ain't ketchup, I can tell he was scared when I met em
I came up from the dirt, now im next up, and I hang with some dogs, you can't pet em
You got sticks, we got logs so who betta?
Hella clips like a vlog to do betta, and we hitting every shot from the neck up, and im still on that block with the tech tucked
If we bring out them Glocks , then you messed up, rip his vest with them shots, f**k his chest up, when we run out your spot, better catch up, if he run with my ops hes gettin wet up, tote a whole lot of Glocks and Berettas, we put faces on boxes and sweaters, I ain't racist im popping whoeva
