Chrome Fight

[Verse]
I had a long night (My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)
Who wanna run up on this shit and get his nose wiped?
I got all matte on, let's have a chrome fight
Like what kind of rap you doin', why you ain't got no ice?
I never pulled up on them niggas, I just drove by
I know them boys outside, we just rode by
A half of biscuit on me now, you got the wrong guy
She asked me for some money, then my phone died
They shot his crib up so much, the fuckin' home died
He never make pape', he just go home high
I can move a thousand pounds by myself, I'm a strong guy
I jump PJ, I ain't ever got on the wrong flight
I was just on the rec yard with a long knife
I'll take this Matty Boy to heart, I got chrome pipes
Last quarter I did Louis, this quarter all Chrome
I just had three pints but they all gone
You ain't tryna spend no gaffle with me? What you call for?
Throw this shit in they face, what you ball for?
Like I'm facin' shit, you know I want all the smoke
They facin' shit— mm, yeah
They facin' shit, you'll never get a chance to walk home
That nigga mad as fuck, all his dogs gone
Disrespectful, got a platinum plaque just to walk on it, that's a doormat
I'm high as fuck bro, where the floor at?
I just scored a pint of Qua', where's some more at?
I bought the bitch Dior and she adored it
I swear to God, I spent a M on DoorDash
I swear to God, I spent fifteen racks on floor mats
You can't compare yourself to us with your poor ass
I got a real zip of scudder butter, twenty-four grams
Gotta lose it for
You see me at a hoop game, I gotta use the floor
Look my mama in her eyes, like, "Ma, I'll never lose no more"
They rap good and talk about all this shit but they losin' though
Shit, go check the score
I just heard some weird shit, Worm, check the door
The jerk from the Lamb' truck, now her neck done broke
I can get the pints for twenty-eight right now, but they in Texas though
Right now I'm on some freaky shit, havin' sex with four
I'm high as fuck, won't do this shit no more, like where my weapon go?
My lil' nigga caught two already, he eleven though
I was finna buy my son a bust Patek, he seven though, he finna turn eight
I'll stress a bitch out and make her turn gay
I'll find a dyke bitch and make her turn straight
They knocked his ass out, how the curve taste?
I'm in first place
Did a fed bid, I can not forget the first day, or the last day
A thousand dollars worth of roaches in my ashtray
Nah, that nigga dead for real, you can ask Tre
That other nigga died too, you can ask Tay
The real niggas in the Buck love me, you can ask Jay
I'm a real street legend, I ain't never got my ass ate, you niggas weird as fuck
They hit his Scatpack so much, fucked the steerin' up, and he gon' give em up
He told on the bros, man, you niggas bold
He cloned all the 'bows, now he got some more
I gotta dip 'cause I got a show
They hit him in the back of his shit, it look like sloppy joe
They hit him with a switch, he look like Swiss cheese
She asked me was I rich? I'm like, "Bitch, please"