YWAI - CHROME (feat. Ghostskii)

Hit em now he gone
You may never know
Know just what you on
I know it yeah
Spill ya ceiling on the floor
Shit you never did
Blood thicker till you crossed by a relative
We was in the snow where you never lived
Heart cold now its chrome yeah its metal bitch
I just get it gone make it look effortless
Plug hit me for more said you know what you gon flip from this
Float like a boat way I glow I got more drip than him
It ain't no hate in my blood nigga
Yous a fuck nigga I can't even fuck with ya
I can't even rock with ya I can't even roll with ya
Ever since I seen 'em switch knew it was some ho in ya
Know that it's some hoes with us and they bending over
Let 'em touch they toes grab the land like a rover
Took a nigga bitch hit her phone said he need closure
Told them boys on no love watch out for the cobra
It's three o five I can't feel my face
Freak a choke out tryna drop a tear down her face
Drop the top down ima crack a seal anyway
Conversations with my money only the real can relate
Aint no hate in my blood I don't feel any hate
Niggas out here really mad cuz I'm winning and they stank
Dirty money take a bath its some diesel in the tank
I been blowing on that gas it's exotic to the face
You know what it is don't gotta tell you what it ain't
Roll up that exotic smoke the diesel to the face
Forever say the holy grace
I think they caught me but I'm running in place
I was running in place now I'm moving away
Told my homie catch me in the 818
Kinda nervous on a date
Greedy lil bitch finish what's on your plate
Going out sad bout a bitch that wouldn't behave
I put the fire in the hand I told her light up the haze
We smoking sticky with the icky now we fucking for days
Hating on me but your bitch on a leash and she scrappy
Like a trillville bitch hair kinda nappy
You took her from her nigga then you wifed her that's your fault nigga
I'm not gon fight or shoot it out about no bitch nigga
But you looking like you really wanna fix nigga
Don't need no gym just a butcher nigga
We ain't Trippin hands up solo nigga
I ain't tripping bout yo mans I got four niggas
A couple of them got four triggers
Just bounce with me if you wanna live nigga
I'm finna bounce with these bitches cuz we living nigga
You know what it is ain't no need to explain
Roll up that exotic getting high as a plane
Teaching bitches manners they all new in the grace
I was running in place now I'm moving away

Written by:
Meech Kennedy, Mych Win

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