Lyrics:
to Buddy's bones
When you spin a forty five
The king ain't dead, he's just asleep
Somewhere in the after life
And look at them boys in leather jackets
Uh
Might have just seen me shirtless on Rodeo
Heavy luggage
Tanned skin
Beard glistening
Stomach full (uh)
Currently in high pursuit
the wealthy widow thought that they should go for it.
She giggled, pickled, tanned as leather.
Sacks of sand in her cashmere sweater.
Oh Madame, the way
leather, gold inna di trunk
Little punk, when you see me and the crew a roll through
Man will leff' you upon the ground and leave your girl feeling blue
the wealthy widow thought that they should go for it.
She giggled, pickled, tanned as leather.
Sacks of sand in her cashmere sweater.
Oh Madame, the way you
(Hook:Big Shasta)
We rollin on chrome
Flossin its a sunny day
Niggas smokin blunts
Blowin light green hay
All about our cash
We worked hard and got
(Hook:Big Shasta)
We rollin on chrome
Flossin its a sunny day
Niggas smokin blunts
Blowin light green hay
All about our cash
We worked hard and got
No flex I beat my chest like I'm King Kong
Nina chrome, pom pom, nigga Bring It On
Movie clips and my gun's like Nia Long
Uzi grip so tight I might
they'll get you killed that's why I keep my chrome
Major
Aye aye fuck you niggas fuck you hoes I'm all about mine
Right now I ain't got no time to waste
Reloading my shots for a portrait sight
You're everything I needed in my life
Black jeans and a ripped shirt
Leather jacket on and my feet hurt
Got a chrome
to band Ana like a motherfuckin handkerchief
Chrome Heart shades, they sleep in a leather case
Covid 19 symptoms niggas got no taste
Niggas never bloomed
Superbad, I'm McLovin
Chrome Hearts on her, man I think I'm bouta love it
Grinding hard just to get a better position
The only one in my city who rap like,
will still be rocking
You waste your time battling me I got mine happening, see?
You should have thought G, a little bit sooner
Instead of battling
get out on my own
Everything wood grain leather and chrome
I gotta charge you hit my phone
Flow getting sicker this shit full blown
Ooo
Nigga we popping
out
13 beepers, got 36 phones
62 whips and they all on chrome
Couple butter seats, (ooh) my leather so soft
Somewhere in your city yeah the top it's
will still be rocking
You waste your time battling me I got mine happening, see?
You should have thought G, a little bit sooner
Instead of battling
One for the money and two for the show
Bitches waste ten on the chrome
Die for my name and I'll die for my home; my legacy written in stone
Huh
I'm
the pass potion, I'm passed the past and I'm past devotion
Who cast the first stone or blast and burst chrome
It's all relative my closet full
a lethal weapon, and start steppin' on toes
I, waste no time, when I move mine
Grab my glock, and then I clear the stuff, like I was code nine
[Chorus]
ride
Helmet check suited up bout to peel out
Feel like ran to the bank and got a mill out
Bright from the chrome on the Pipes like the steel out
Custom
grows
I turn into a lethal weapon, and start steppin on toes
I, waste no time, when I move mine
Grab my glock, and then I clear the stuff, like I was
me id be killed
I was hypnotized by gun smoke power
And big bills cold chills chrome and gold wheels
Driving in a ? in and out of Nashville
Damn it
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