Why is everything Khroam?
What? (Cash)
Dun, dun, dun
Yeah (Brrt)
Yeah, GlockWin (The fuck?)
What? (This shit 'bout to crank?)
Uh, uh, yeah (On God)
Everything is Khroam in the future
Fuck
Stiff-arm the hate, I need me a heisman
She not my boo, we was just vibin'
Ran up some bands, now I need some mileage
Money is flipping, cash is piling
Got a bad bitch, she come from the islands
Never been to college, but a nigga hit a sophomore
Rich nigga, got more green than a golf course, yeah, yeah
Fuck all them niggas that hated before
Young fly nigga, just hopped off the porch
Fucked your bitch, she gave me the torch
Been a boss, now I'm a goat
Vlone with a Moncler coat
Knocked down the pack like dominoes
Do not speak no English like Mexicano
Latino bitch in my face, vámonos (Brrt)
He gone
Nigga want smoke? Nigga, get a bong
Beat on my chest, nigga, King Kong
Backdoor the plug, nigga, ding-dong
Bet I say "yeah," nigga, Lil Jon
Beat up the pack, whip it
Feds on my line, kick it
Before she bop it she gon' twist it
Rock out with heavy metal, make him kiss it
They say "Keep grinding, lil' nigga, you gifted"
I got the diamonds, shine, glistening
Rollie, AP, wet, pacific
She suck the dick, muah, explicit
Oh, shit, he got a chop
Duck, cover, look out for a opp
Your man a rat, he fuck with the cops
Call Kari, you know he keep a Glock
I keep a Glock, I keep a stick
Walk down, run down, shit, hit a lick
Smith & Wesson, that be my shit
Feel like Marr when I whip out the stick
Three plus three, nigga, equals six
Them boys undercover, nigga, white chicks
Uh, uh, yeah
Uh, uh, yeah