Chrome. by ENNCE Lyrics
[Chorus: BRYAN•BRWN]
I’m the type of nigga really hop out with that chrome
You a fraud, you be bangin’ through the phone
Information that my cousins put me on
I wouldn’t play with him, I’d prolly leave him ‘lone
[Post-Chorus: BRYAN•BRWN]
From the front, to the back
Where y’all at? Where y’all at?
(Where y’all at?)
We was fiendin’ for the pack in the trap
From the front, to the back
Where y’all at? Where y’all at?
(Where y’all at?)
I’ma show you how a real nigga act
[Verse: E•NNCE]
(Okay okay)
My trigger like a hair pin, pull ya’ wig back
If he bitching we be everywhere, know that’s syntax
He on Twittеr like “We outchea”
Whеre the fuck you at?
You get clapped, laid flat
How his momma gone react? (Woo)
I hear you barkin’, but you ain’t sparkin’ shit
When the night fall, fuck a argument
And I might call all my dogs to get it on sight
I’ll break your jaw
And see if you might, still wanna talk
Is me being nice, but if you want
We play with ya life, take what I want
And I want ya life
Face getting stomped, I said it’s on sight
Face getting stomped, is this what you like?
Bring me the pump, cause I be the typa’—
[Outro]
Nigga really, really hop out with that chrome
That boy a fraud, he be bangin’ through the phone
He like to talk till that ‘yappa to his dome
He pray to god 'cause them doggies at his home
It’s all for show 'til we blow them brains clean out ya skull, nigga
I’m the type of nigga really hop out with that chrome
You a fraud, you be bangin’ through the phone
Information that my cousins put me on
I wouldn’t play with him, I’d prolly leave him ‘lone
[Post-Chorus: BRYAN•BRWN]
From the front, to the back
Where y’all at? Where y’all at?
(Where y’all at?)
We was fiendin’ for the pack in the trap
From the front, to the back
Where y’all at? Where y’all at?
(Where y’all at?)
I’ma show you how a real nigga act
[Verse: E•NNCE]
(Okay okay)
My trigger like a hair pin, pull ya’ wig back
If he bitching we be everywhere, know that’s syntax
He on Twittеr like “We outchea”
Whеre the fuck you at?
You get clapped, laid flat
How his momma gone react? (Woo)
I hear you barkin’, but you ain’t sparkin’ shit
When the night fall, fuck a argument
And I might call all my dogs to get it on sight
I’ll break your jaw
And see if you might, still wanna talk
Is me being nice, but if you want
We play with ya life, take what I want
And I want ya life
Face getting stomped, I said it’s on sight
Face getting stomped, is this what you like?
Bring me the pump, cause I be the typa’—
[Outro]
Nigga really, really hop out with that chrome
That boy a fraud, he be bangin’ through the phone
He like to talk till that ‘yappa to his dome
He pray to god 'cause them doggies at his home
It’s all for show 'til we blow them brains clean out ya skull, nigga