CHROME BERETTA

[Intro]
(AV with that drip, ho)

[Verse 1: leg]
Lil' boy better step up
Been had the sauce, so you niggas better catch up
Stay with the strap, yeah, we hittin' from the chest up
Six deep with the gang on the low in a Tesla
All black with a chrome Beretta
Took his flow and I'm doin' it better
In the cut, ain't no matter the weather
Talkin' shit and I'm clutchin' the lever

[Verse 2: LEX PAIN]
Yeah, pull out the choppa, it makin' him hiccup
I get me a shiver, she suckin' my dick up
He talkin' that shit but he wishin' ran up
Callin' up leg 'cause I need that Beretta (Uh)
Six deep, pull up with the pressure
If lil' boy step up, he leave in a stretcher
All black with interior leather
Calm down, don't fuck with a killer

[Verse 3: leg]
You-you-you niggas is less, my niggas is greater
Gave her the tip, lil' shawty a waiter
Ballin' out like I play for the Lakers
On a roll, bitch, I feel like a skater
She wanted dick, so I told her I'd cater
Had to snap, bitch, I feel like a gator
Had to snap couple rounds out the Glock
Run up on me and I'm airin' the block

[Verse 4: LEX PAIN]
Run up on me, you get shot in yo' face (Yeah)
Draggin' the body all over the state (Yeah)
Just like some alcohol, you gettin' chased (Ayy)
Hop out the Benz, I hop in a Wraith (Grra)
Put on a techno beat, shawty she feelin' me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Blowin' her back to the beat of the bass (Bitch)
Kickin' ​her out, like I need space (Bitch)
After she gone, the number erased

[Interlude: packgod]
Gang, gang, gang, gang, yeah, I'm a killa (Killa)
Gang, gang, gang, gang, I go gorillas (Gorillas)
Gang, gang, gang, gang, yeah, it's a thrilla (Thrilla)
Gang, gang, gang, gang, a Caterpillar
I keep the MAC on me, bitches call me Steve Jobs (Grra)
This loud pack got me higher than them Greek gods
I'm on the southside, shooters got them dead eyes
We be stackin' bread high, we yo' fucking demise

[Verse 5: 1nonly]
Said I be riding fuckin' dirty, got these bitches on my dick (Got these bitches on my dick)
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck it really is
They be talkin', "1nonly, how the fuck you get so big?" (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
It's all the money I be making, holy fuck, I'm getting rich
Let's get it
I be in the whip, dirty ticket that minute (He's on fire)
You be countin' pennies, I be countin' all these digits (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Rick up on my feet, "So cunt," how it's written
Hold up wait a minute (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I said, "Hold up wait a minute"
I'm yo' bitch MCM that's why I got it on my back
I got two .45s, got two bad dimes
If you want that beef (Ayy), better bring it out the back
Like, holy shit, like, holy fuck, I'm high as fuck, I can't relax
I got this money, got this money steady coming by the stack, broke bitch

[Verse 6: $atori Zoom]
Glock, a bust down
Thot, she bust down
Hot, I fuck now
Stop, I nut now
Watch the fuck out
Knock, I'm up now
Shot, the bums down
Rock, I'm punk now, yeah
Milly rock, shine like I'm Johnny Dang, Dang, Dang
Silly watch, I don't need a thing but a gang chain
Iggy Pop with the punk rock, you a damn lame
55, but I run a hundred on the high way
See that Wocky got you loose
Say it to ya face and then I say it in the booth
Hey, huh, what? Fuck you bitches, I'm the truth
Bitch, I'm getting brain from ya main baby boo (Yuh, fuck you too)