Chrome (Like Ooh) - Rapsody

Boys on the block told boys on the spot

You gotta a shot youngin', you ain’t gotta get shot

Dangerous to measure a man by the size of his cock

I was told to measure a King by the size of his flock

Who your leader and where y’all going?

My army big enough carry a boeing'

Ride off to the Lox

Hair braided, twisted, wind blowin' thru my knots

9th, G, Jones, Khrysis, Amp, Kash, Nottz

Mama got soulfood cooking in the pots

You in a grave situation you should look into a plot

Dirt on my name, boy I’m way too smart

Chest full of a pride don’t mean nothin' without heart

One life to live so you gotta make a mark

West side told one thang, don’t never rock with marks

I only rock with mark, that’s my lil brother

That’s the big homie, daddy said always keep a G on me

I got the dagger back that thang still sharp

I really play the game y’all commentate behind doors

Don’t never say my name cause it might end yours

I never been lazy but I seen a plenty Forest

Whitaker, the with of her, good Lord

Ain’t got keys like Khaled but I still open doors

A few in my crew flew the coop

The day I fly the coupe I’ll probably get woop woop’d

Speeding thru the laney, what we call high schoolin'

Painted that like Delaney, we see it in color too

Synesthetic, know everybody won’t GET it

I’m patient though, no wonder they regret it

When I ooh

Pull up in the coupe

When the chrome coming?

It’s coming in June

When the chrome coming?

It’s coming in June

Ooh, ooh

Pull up on em

Naw, hold pull back

Don’t show all your cards

They ain’t worth that

Spoon feed these niggas

Baby teeth these nigga

Who they teethin' on?

Me, my nigga

Chrome been spinning on my mind

Hair, face new outfit, I’m fine

Trips round the world with homies we all flyin'

Everything they say ain’t gospel, lames lie

Boys always taught don’t cry, but need to cry

I was taught to respect the driver more than I do the ride

Ride with me homie, ain’t nothing to hold the wheel

When I was hungry you looked out, you always got me a meal

Workin on my glowup, they askin if I got mills

I got family, I got stress, got success and bills

Good God!

Put 20 inches on the axle

We cop them classic ol' thangs in the Hill like Axel

Lines better than all the rappers aligned if they ask you

Ridin' Shotgun, sittin askew

On the straight narrow

I called up mama up

Told her 'bout my summer reign

She thought 'bout Carl Thomas

I said no no no, no no I more like Giannis

Must be real to get these honors

That’s why they put G’s on us

I’m Real

Represent where you from?

Snow Hill

When you gon pull with up new chrome on your wheels?

Chicken chasin all summer, pocket muscle real

I’m Real

Represent where you from?

Snow Hill

When you gon pull with up new chrome on your wheels?

Chicken chasin all summer, pocket muscle real