King Critical - Why Is Everything Chrome (Lean Swag Rock Wit It)

(Why is everything chrome?)
(Cash)
Ayy, we finna turn up in this bitch
Lean, swag, rock wit' it
Lean, swag, rock wit' it
Lean, swag, rock wit' it (Rod, it's not that serious)
(Everything is chrome in the future) (work)

I get to the money, I get it and go (swag)
I'm fuckin' your bitch, got dick in her throat (swag)
Nigga leanin', just poured up a four (work)
Run in your spot, takin' ya dough (work)
Hit 'em high, hit 'em low low
Woah (swag), woah (swag), woah (swag)
It's critical nigga (work)

Let me quit playin' and get on this beat (swag)
I don't wanna hear when you talkin' to me (swag)
Freestyle but the drip ain't free (swag)
Bust down and the bitch ain't cheap (swag)
She cuffed now, done hit her for weeks
Up now, got her sellin' my weed
I got the keys to the streets (swag)
I'm sendin' niggas, bring 'em to me (swag)
These diamonds dancin', quit lookin' at me (work)
Nigga be fans when they beefin' with me
You got guns, we got cannons
Hit 'em with drums, call 'em Nick Cannon (work)
A nigga be groovin', nigga be movin'
Call up my shooters and they come and do ya (work)
The young niggas shootin', the young niggas shootin'
Come to my city, won't see 'em again
Nigga on fuck shit, drinkin' that Henn', mixed with that Xan' (swag)
You know the recipe and I'm smokin' yo' man
Got a price on ya head, got niggas that work for me (swag)
Still from the hood but nobody know (swag)
Still got them racks, keep that on the low
I'm smokin' good, I got it from me
But get out yo' draws, get on yo' knees (ayy, ayy)
I'm on that pimp shit, I'm extra drippin'
Throw up the C's, I'm extra Crippin' (swag)
She don't want me to leave, she extra trippin'
Sprite codeine, I be extra lifted (work)
I get to the money, I get it and go
Run up them bands, still trap out the store
My dope real hot when it get off the stove
Bitch thought I was playin', I hit it and go
Nigga thought he was hard, send shots to his throat
Woah, woah (swag), woah (swag), woah (swag), woah (swag)
Woah (swag), woah (swag), woah (swag)
Woah (swag), woah (swag), woah (swag)
It's critical, nigga

Me and my flag stay matchin' together (work)
Done gave her a molly, put dick in her belly
I need a bitch like Miley Cyrus
He don't come outside, that nigga be hidin' (ayy)
We goin' dumb, we shoot for a hobby (ayy)
You a middleman, you can quit lyin'
I got good aim, we shoot for his linin'
She got good brain, she got A in science (work, work)
Look at the Rollie, that shit be shinin'
Bling blaow
Check out the freestyle, the shit be ridin'
Get to the money, I get it and go
Go, go (swag), go (swag), go (swag), go (swag), go (swag)
It's critical, nigga
(Swag)

Written by:
Andrew Rogers, Devante Pirtle, Jack Troy, Matt Miller, Ra Gordon, Raymond Gonzales

Publisher:
Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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