"chronic" lyrics
Yeah
Spend that money, throwin' bands
Nigga be on it, she was tryna throw it like, yeah
Throw a few bands on the rock
Now a nigga two-tonin' when the racks came in the mail (Ayy)
Laid back, know a nigga be rollin' up chronic
Throw a 3.5 on the scale
Throwed as hell, you would think I be smokin' on comet (Woah)
Throw a few bands on the grills (Yeah)
Guts and games on the floor (Floor)
Broke as hell, so I had to take a dose
Niggas callin', I had to put 'em on hold
Can't right now, I'm in that mode nigga (Mode)
Walk in, a nigga too smooth with it (Okay)
Bend it over, she rude with it, uh
I put my leg up and groove in it
She talkin' 'bout, "I like how you move in it"
Finna pour up in this double cup, we be so faded
Gots to go, talkin' bout she be jaded
Diamonds on me, last year, they was plated
Rollin' thrax, young nigga elevated (Elevated)
Money comin' in, yeah, I had to flip it
She be doin' anything, so I had to tip her
Had me passin' out off that soul gripper
She be thick as a bitch, so I had to hit her, ayy
Spend that money, throwin' bands
Nigga be on it, she was tryna throw it like, yeah (Ayy, oh)
Throw a few bands on the rock
Now a nigga two-tonin' when the racks came in the mail (Uh, look)
Laid back, know a nigga be rollin' up chronic (Oh)
Throw a 3.5 on the scale (Woah)
Throwed as hell, you would think I be smokin' on comet (Woah)
Throw a few bands on the grills (Yeah)
Road-runnin' two hundred on the dash
Got the window down, blowin' out gas
Might hit my lil' pose when that ho flash
Throw an eighth for the low, that bitch go fast
Outside with that money on me
Outside with them bust down VV's
You know I had to show the OG
You know I had to flood the AP
Niggas be fed, they police, uh
Ice my wrist, Rollie
Money, good girl, holy
Pop me an X, OD (Oh)
Can't lie, a nigga be cravin' it, that shit feel crazy
Diamonds hit the light, I be wavin' it (Woah)
Spend that money, throwin' bands
Nigga be on it, she was tryna throw it like, yeah
Throw a few bands on the rock
Now a nigga two-tonin' when the racks came in the mail
Laid back, know a nigga be rollin' up chronic
Throw a 3.5 on the scale
Throwed as hell, you would think I be smokin' on comet
Throw a few bands on the grills
Laid back, know a nigga be rollin' up chronic
Throw a 3.5 on the scale
Throwed as hell, you would think I be smokin' on comet
Throw a few bands on the grills (Yeah)
Yeah
Spend that money, throwin' bands
Nigga be on it, she was tryna throw it like, yeah
Throw a few bands on the rock
Now a nigga two-tonin' when the racks came in the mail (Ayy)
Laid back, know a nigga be rollin' up chronic
Throw a 3.5 on the scale
Throwed as hell, you would think I be smokin' on comet (Woah)
Throw a few bands on the grills (Yeah)
Guts and games on the floor (Floor)
Broke as hell, so I had to take a dose
Niggas callin', I had to put 'em on hold
Can't right now, I'm in that mode nigga (Mode)
Walk in, a nigga too smooth with it (Okay)
Bend it over, she rude with it, uh
I put my leg up and groove in it
She talkin' 'bout, "I like how you move in it"
Finna pour up in this double cup, we be so faded
Gots to go, talkin' bout she be jaded
Diamonds on me, last year, they was plated
Rollin' thrax, young nigga elevated (Elevated)
Money comin' in, yeah, I had to flip it
She be doin' anything, so I had to tip her
Had me passin' out off that soul gripper
She be thick as a bitch, so I had to hit her, ayy
Spend that money, throwin' bands
Nigga be on it, she was tryna throw it like, yeah (Ayy, oh)
Throw a few bands on the rock
Now a nigga two-tonin' when the racks came in the mail (Uh, look)
Laid back, know a nigga be rollin' up chronic (Oh)
Throw a 3.5 on the scale (Woah)
Throwed as hell, you would think I be smokin' on comet (Woah)
Throw a few bands on the grills (Yeah)
Road-runnin' two hundred on the dash
Got the window down, blowin' out gas
Might hit my lil' pose when that ho flash
Throw an eighth for the low, that bitch go fast
Outside with that money on me
Outside with them bust down VV's
You know I had to show the OG
You know I had to flood the AP
Niggas be fed, they police, uh
Ice my wrist, Rollie
Money, good girl, holy
Pop me an X, OD (Oh)
Can't lie, a nigga be cravin' it, that shit feel crazy
Diamonds hit the light, I be wavin' it (Woah)
Spend that money, throwin' bands
Nigga be on it, she was tryna throw it like, yeah
Throw a few bands on the rock
Now a nigga two-tonin' when the racks came in the mail
Laid back, know a nigga be rollin' up chronic
Throw a 3.5 on the scale
Throwed as hell, you would think I be smokin' on comet
Throw a few bands on the grills
Laid back, know a nigga be rollin' up chronic
Throw a 3.5 on the scale
Throwed as hell, you would think I be smokin' on comet
Throw a few bands on the grills (Yeah)
Yeah
Writer(s): Nathan Lamarche, Grace Dunbar, Cameron Wesley Sanders
