I got chrome and paint
Smokin' that dank in my chrome and paint
Retire like Jigga, here comes the Attila the Hun
Nigga, what you thank, I got chrome and paint?
Get a nigga home
(Street lights, street lights)
He's laid, with some sluts, up in some guts
Let 'em know
You can die in these streets all alone
You mo' fo's can't fuck with my mojo
He's got nuts and plus the don touch
Dance on chrome
I got chrome and paint
You can die in these streets all alone
I blow yo' ass off the map, fuck with dub
I got, a hair trigger, I am the dome splitter
Bitch, what you drank, I got chrome and paint?
Dance on paint
You can die in these streets all alone
And split the fine dutch, star sky call hutch
Them nigga know how I act in the low-low
Bitch, what you drank, I got chrome and paint?
Uhh, even though I'm fuckin' with the po'-po'
I'll have yo' ass rollin' home with windshield glass on your lap
Nigga, what you thank, I got chrome and paint?
I put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks
Hood life forever bitch, chrome and paint, c'mon
I'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch
(Street lights)
I burn like the sun, continue to ball
Pull it out, whip it out, pull it out
Smokin' that dank in my chrome and paint
Off my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch
Dance on chrome
The deep sea sniper, you got the wrong niggaz
The bigger they come, the harder they fall
I am the wrong nigga, too fuckin' grown nigga
Smokin' that dank in my chrome and paint
I got chrome and paint
Dance on paint
You can die in these streets all alone
Bitch, what you drank, I got chrome and paint?
Nigga, what you thank, I got chrome and paint?
That niggaz, really love him and tear the city up
You know?
(Street lights)
Nigga, what you thank, I got chrome and paint?
(Street lights)
Dance on chrome
I got chrome and paint
Dance on paint
Even though I'm fuckin' with the po'-po'
(Street lights)
Stacy Adams tips spiffied up, golf hat flipped up
Killin' niggaz for fun, these rappers is done
Fuck rap, I'm wearin' a creased tee, eatin' ribs
Dance on chrome
(Street lights)
All in your peripheral, throwin' shells at your vehicle
Them nigga know how I act in the low-low
Smokin' that dank in my chrome and paint
Hittin' the switch, makin' the fo' hopscotch
Laughin' at you niggaz on MTV Cribs
(Street lights)
Clipped up, pimped up, big chipped up
(Street lights)
I got the chrome thang, thang to make the dome stank
Rollin' up imperial in dickier material
Drive it out, drop it out
Get a nigga home
Just back in the cut, he thinks he's king tut
Under the suede, headliner and I ain't yo momma
(Street lights)
(Street lights)
(Street lights)
(Street lights)
Dance on paint
To go for that nigga, I ain't 'cha hoe nigga
Can't fuck this nigga up, 'cause just, the nigga luck
Bitch, what you drank, I got chrome and paint?
Get a nigga home
(Street lights)
Play with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin' flowers
Get a nigga home
Slow mo', nigga check out my promo
