? What's behind? Chrome fish, chrome fish What's behind? What's behind? Your chrome fish anyway What's behind? What's behind? What's behind? Chrome fish, chrome fish
: (feat. Big Tymers) [Spoken: BG] Oh it's on now, still on now Ain't nothin changed, we still on chrome lil daddy And in the same place [BG] Washington
em, I swell 'em, loke (sell 'em loke) Hard or soft determines how much a nigga sell 'em for We got the fish scale texture (fish scale) Now if you cook
Kid Ink] Yea I could feel it on the way, never fray In the building like, this is where I stay My estate, put your drink in the air if you relate Plenty fish
Faced with Kamakazie, women thinks that I'm bizarre Happy when you reach you was bloody In Mystical in the Mystic Dark Water chargin' bitin' the fishes
of those sleeping with fishes, them hoes Conspicuous and it shows, tricking this dough Kicking this flow, slip in a new fo' So when your click roll, I let my clips go
a (soldier) Talk like a (stunna) Move like a (player) And get it like a (hustler) Because I won't let y'all worry me I got something chrome that I carry
breath harder than Dark Vader Its the chicken & the beer that make Luda keep rappin But no pork on my fork i dont even speak pig Latin I go fishen on
my home When me and mama bed was a big piece a foam An mi never like bathe and my hair never comb When mama gone a work me go street go roam I remember
home When me and mama bed was a big piece of foam An mi never like bathe and my hair never comb When mama gone a work me go street go roam I remember
bed was a big piece a foam An mi never like bathe and my hair never comb When Mama gone a work me go street go roam I remember when Danny dem tek
To the red-bottomed souls All they do is stare like I'm in a fish bowl Last drag and I got the glow My public awaits I got to go (Chorus) What yo
'cause I'm still fly Gotcha car play gems on shine Said it's mine, get a mink, baby girl, let's ride You da Numba 1 stunna and we gonna glide And go
the fishes But I guess it's do or die for these black man riches So I bought myself a Rover and a Bemmer for the mrs Chrome lips all on the whip and yeah
and blue I like 'em floppy with ankle socks, lows, mids, and high tops With the clear sole, but it's tims and fat laces when it is cold But when the winter go
money keep pillin' up Had to get another money machine 'Cause the first one I had don't work no more Had to get me some new cars with new rims and chrome
t have a father how to try 'n' grow up and be one See um', I feel it in my bones when I'm sitting on a throne like a killer with a chrome when I spit