"Chr00me" lyrics
[Lil Double 0:]
Been tryna ball just like an athlete, this bitch on my nerves
On the internet, everybody motion ain't even what it's worth
A three of Qua', two lines of Trish, I'm talkin' 'bout [?]
(Walkdown Universe, on gang)
Uh, uh
Two thousand for some Ricks (Uh), spent twenty thousand to send the blitz (Uh, thousand)
Rockin' Chrome shades, it cost too much for a broke bitch (Uh, you niggas foul)
How you niggas in the street? Whole time you got repo'd and shit
Your man got whacked, he ain't gon' slide, he went made some diss songs and shit (Walkdown)
Stuffin' the racks inside the mattress 'til I get that ombre kit (Uh)
From robbin, trappin', rappin' made my life legit (Ran that shit up)
Wide-open shot, you can't miss the basket, you got it, you passed it
Like Damian Lillard with this AK, bitch, I'm shootin' accurate (Pew-pew-pew, pew, pew)
Huh, smokin' dead niggas got my lung crashin'
Ho, 'bows in and out, turn into a shop, this bitch can't never close
All I know is trap niggas, really don't fuck with rap niggas
Rob 'em, take his jewelry, finesse him, a cap killer
Bitch gon' bend it over, she bustin' that pussy like it was a popscicle (Pew, mhm)
Ridin' foreign cars, fuckin' model stars just like a rockstar, nigga (Uh)
Ball like an athlete, ho can't tack me, her pussy a track meet
I ain't got no kid, freak-ho, she nasty, keep callin' me daddy, uh (Pew)
Been tryna ball just like an athlete, this bitch on my nerves
On the internet, everybody motion ain't even what it's worth
A three of Qua', two lines of Trish, I'm talkin' 'bout [?]
(Walkdown Universe, on gang)
Two thousand for some Ricks (Uh), spent twenty thousand to send the blitz (Uh, thousand)
Rockin' Chrome shades, it cost too much for a broke bitch (Uh, you niggas foul)
How you niggas in the street? Whole time you got repo'd and shit
Your man got whacked, he ain't gon' slide, he went made some diss songs and shit (Huh? Walkdown)
Stuffin' the racks inside the mattress 'til I get that ombre kit (Uh)
From robbin, trappin', rappin' made my life legit (Ran that shit up)
Wide-open shot, you can't miss the basket, you got it, you passed it
Like Damian Lillard with this AK, bitch, I'm shootin' accurate (Pew-pew-pew, pew, pew)
[Project Pat:]
A lot of people that— that don't lay the walk down right
They don't understand it
They be sayin' to theyself like, "How in the world dude come up like that?
I just seen this nigga [?]
He ain't even walkin', wasn't it,
What he ridin' in? A foreign?"
Been tryna ball just like an athlete, this bitch on my nerves
On the internet, everybody motion ain't even what it's worth
A three of Qua', two lines of Trish, I'm talkin' 'bout [?]
(Walkdown Universe, on gang)
Uh, uh
Two thousand for some Ricks (Uh), spent twenty thousand to send the blitz (Uh, thousand)
Rockin' Chrome shades, it cost too much for a broke bitch (Uh, you niggas foul)
How you niggas in the street? Whole time you got repo'd and shit
Your man got whacked, he ain't gon' slide, he went made some diss songs and shit (Walkdown)
Stuffin' the racks inside the mattress 'til I get that ombre kit (Uh)
From robbin, trappin', rappin' made my life legit (Ran that shit up)
Wide-open shot, you can't miss the basket, you got it, you passed it
Like Damian Lillard with this AK, bitch, I'm shootin' accurate (Pew-pew-pew, pew, pew)
Huh, smokin' dead niggas got my lung crashin'
Ho, 'bows in and out, turn into a shop, this bitch can't never close
All I know is trap niggas, really don't fuck with rap niggas
Rob 'em, take his jewelry, finesse him, a cap killer
Bitch gon' bend it over, she bustin' that pussy like it was a popscicle (Pew, mhm)
Ridin' foreign cars, fuckin' model stars just like a rockstar, nigga (Uh)
Ball like an athlete, ho can't tack me, her pussy a track meet
I ain't got no kid, freak-ho, she nasty, keep callin' me daddy, uh (Pew)
Been tryna ball just like an athlete, this bitch on my nerves
On the internet, everybody motion ain't even what it's worth
A three of Qua', two lines of Trish, I'm talkin' 'bout [?]
(Walkdown Universe, on gang)
Two thousand for some Ricks (Uh), spent twenty thousand to send the blitz (Uh, thousand)
Rockin' Chrome shades, it cost too much for a broke bitch (Uh, you niggas foul)
How you niggas in the street? Whole time you got repo'd and shit
Your man got whacked, he ain't gon' slide, he went made some diss songs and shit (Huh? Walkdown)
Stuffin' the racks inside the mattress 'til I get that ombre kit (Uh)
From robbin, trappin', rappin' made my life legit (Ran that shit up)
Wide-open shot, you can't miss the basket, you got it, you passed it
Like Damian Lillard with this AK, bitch, I'm shootin' accurate (Pew-pew-pew, pew, pew)
[Project Pat:]
A lot of people that— that don't lay the walk down right
They don't understand it
They be sayin' to theyself like, "How in the world dude come up like that?
I just seen this nigga [?]
He ain't even walkin', wasn't it,
What he ridin' in? A foreign?"
