Chrome Fight

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I had a long night. He wanna run up on this shit and get his nose wiped.

I got all Matty 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 rolled by. A half a 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 never got on the wrong flight. I was just on a wreck yard, with a long knife.

I 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 spin no gaffer with me?

What you call for? Throw this shit in they face, what you ball for?

Like on facin' shit, you know I want all the smoke.

They facin' shit, 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, bruh, where the floor at?

I just scored a pint of Quake, where Samora at? I bought the bitch Dior and she adored that. I swear to

God I spent an 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 zipper, scutter butter, twenty-four grams. Got a loser foe.

You see me at a hoop game, I gotta use the flo'. Look my mama in her eyes like, "Ma, I never lose no more.

" They rap good and talk 'bout 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, having 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

Buspaddock, 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 cannot 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 Trey.

That other nigga died too, you can ask Tay. The real niggas in the book 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 scat pack so much, fuck the steering up. And he gon' give 'em up.

He told on the bros, man, you niggas bold. He cloned all the bowls, now we 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! "