I'm rockin' the Chrome Hearts with Amiri jeans, finna fuck your daughter in this bitch I'm off of the Perc' 30 (Ooh-ooh), finna crash out, I'm finna Paul Walker in this bitch I lost my Glock, so I got another choppa and a rocket launcher in this bitch Bro, you ain't a real nigga, you a bitch boy, I might put the Glock up on this bitch Then I just might put my cock up on your bitch, I told the bitch to prop the shit up on her lips You think out the wind and rock out in this bitch, I'm 'bout to take it out and rock it in a bit And all of my niggas finna hit a blitz, I'm 'bout to cop another Glock just for the shit Yeah, nigga, young viral in this bitch You know Cam got the fuckin' juice Okay, that nigga Cam got the juice (Oh yeah) Finna slide with that mo'fuckin' tool (Oh yeah) Got a ho tryna fuck me in school These niggas be bitches, on God, but it's bool (Oh yeah) Yeah, these niggas be broke, I would hate to be you Them niggas like, "Chris, I would pay to be you" When you come with that [?], havin' hatred for you I can't lie, I don't know what to say to lil' dude And, my niggas might take you off the map for blues My young nigga swervin' in the Bentley coupe They said that I'm broke, ha, who nigga? Pop out the cut, let's give that boy like Bool, nigga Ayy, fuck this shit, I don't even feel like rappin' no more, Skul, fuck these niggas up bro Ahem (Brr) And I'm rockin' Chrome Hearts with the VVS up on my lip This Chrome Hearts tee cost a check Not new to this shit, I'm a vet' You new to this shit, you a rookie Run off with the pack, we took that boy cookies OG down the street named Snookie Young nigga know a lot, like Louie Young nigga shootin' shit, like Louie 3S on the shoes, like Luis (Bitch) Fuck the guys, then pull off in a Buick He got a (Blick), but, is he gon' use it? Your bitch said she twerk to my music Big choppa, take the trigger and use it (Brr) Hop on the beat, and then I abuse it, on God, go (Hol on, brr, blatt) I'm rockin' the Chrome Hearts with Amiri jeans, finna fuck your daughter in this bitch I'm off of the Perc' 30, finna crash out (Ooh-ooh), I'm finna Paul Walker in this bitch (Blatt) I lost my Glock, so I got another choppa and a rocket launcher in this bitch (Blatt, blatt, blatt) Bro, you ain't a real nigga, you a bitch boy, I might put the Glock up on this bitch (Brr) Then I just might put my cock up on your bitch, I told the bitch to prop the shit up on her lips You think out the wind and rock out in this bitch, I'm 'bout to take it out and rock it in a bit And all of my niggas finna hit a blitz, I'm 'bout to cop another Glock just for the shit