Rapsody - Chrome (Like Ooo) lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 co*k 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 I gotta make a mark West side told one thang, don't never rock wit marks I only rock wit 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 cuz it might end yours I never been lazy but I [eye] seen a plenty Forest Whitaker, the wit 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 th, I know they'll come to regret [Chorus] When I ewwww Pull up in the coupe When the chrome coming? It’s coming in June When the chrome coming? It’s coming in June Ewww ewww [Bridge] Pull up on em Naw, hold pull back Don’t show all your cards They ain’t worth that Spoon feed these n***as Baby teeth these n***a Who they teethin’ on? Me, my n***a [Verse 2] Chrome been spinning on my mind Hair, face new outfit, I'm fine Trips round the world wit 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 wit 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 cla**ic 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 [Outro] I'm Real Represent where you from? Snow Hill When you gon pull wit 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 wit up new chrome on your wheels? Chicken chasin all summer, pocket muscle real