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Why is everything chrome? Cash Everything is chrome in the future I'm in your trap, nigga, what's popping? Kick down yo' door, it's me knocking I'm that nigga stuck in yo' noggin' I'm that nigga came with three hopping Niggas see me, yeah, he scared to fight Send him to the top, he scared of heights You chose this life, now you scared to die Big Backwoods, we ain't smoking on dimes Drop a whole duece, perk up feel up She call me the plumber, I'm giving up pipe Your bitch gon' get some dick tonight Yo' bitch gon' catch this flight tonight Send her home, she gon' catch a nine You kissed her mouth, got out at five You can't find me, I don't even hide You can't keep up, you don't even ride, ah This shit getting cold, pass me a sweater Been had your bitch, haven't even met her She like my cock, ayy, get her wetter I living off my music, these niggas could never Ayy, I'm still in the trap, tell lil' nigga, "Catch up" Bring the beef, I'm spraying the ketchup Bring in this beat, I'm doing it better FYL, the body, the letter I come with this Glock, bought my niña a sweater You might touch the tone, you don't get no cheddar You fuckin' your bitch, but I do it better Pencil dick in her pussy, I'll write her a letter Yeah, um, f*ck it, next up I'm servin' the block while I'm sick, I need a check-up You better clock in, nigga go get your check up You are not a fly nigga, your bitch deserve better Busting scripts, Dr. Reed in this bitch Busting checks, ain't not one of 'em hit Rockstar bitch headbang on the dick In the German whip, she ain't get paid for the shit FYL, you know the gang in this bitch Kill streak going up every state that I hit AR knock the waves off the back of his head We pull up on the horse like we playing Red Dead