The Fuccbois - Chromesock Lyrics

When I pull up to the spot better run home
Ain't no turning back can't run once the gun blown
No tabs, and the plates stay unknown
No contracts, got minutes for the burn phone
F*ck the police, you know I won't report ya
Take you out to Alabama and abort ya
Lambo I hopped in 700 horse yuh
20 stack Wednesday, par for the course yuh
Run 1,100 yards like it's sports, yuh
Tap, tap, tap, on the phone talking Morse yuh
Motherf*cker give it up, I won't force ya
Might catch you in the street, bullets thru ya Porsche
Private jets, 5 mics say the source yuh
Found him laying dead they can't find out the cause
Barrel to ya skull make the angles look odd
Hospital bed got you tangled, yuh
F*cking looking at me with them eyes
You should know that everybody dies
Your head is a f*cking prize that's worth a milli
And bitch you silly
Now sit on my dick or I mean willy
Nah f*ck that shit I don't censor myself
Cause f*ck the rules, and you are a fool
I don't care if I'm cruel, cuz that's how I am
And if you don't like it shove a dick up there instead
Did ya hear me? Did ya hear me?
You looking at me like I'm see through and it's pretty
You're a f*cking ghost bitch
F*cking dead bitch
I'ma f*ck your bitch, she splash like D-Rose
She gotta get it now like Quicken Loans
Trap so much I got two f*cking phones
I got like 2,600 homes
I f*ck your bitch now she in the zone
In the future everything is chrome
I'ma eat your bitch out like a scone
When it comes to selling powder, I'm known
Getting money is something I'm prone to
Only buy a house if it's got a city view
Hanging with the f*cking crew
I'm smoking on loud and I'm drinking on booze
Scotch like Whip Cut Tape
The color of my drink is purple like grape
Eat your bitch like a crepe
Gotta ask for consent, bitch I don't rape