Melvoni – CHROME Lyrics

Hm, it’s Melvoni

What you know about slums?
Where I’m from, you owe the hood
And you payin’ back with blood, ’cause there ain’t no actin’ up
When them n***** after ya’, you talk tough, better back it up
P**** b**** and get back down (Pow)
And I ain’t come to wrestle, ’cause this ain’t no smackdown
All he see is a blackout, can’t get back now
Got my gun in the background (In the background)

I’m in the booth with the stick on me now
I’m in your girl room she like, “dicka me down”
I’m like, “What ’bout ya man?”
And she think he a clown (Clown)
He gon’ get clapped ’cause he thinkin’ he down (Down)
He makin’ that noise ’cause he thinkin’ he loud
‘Til my n***** come in, we quiet ’em down

I only got one in the chrome (Chrome)
So ain’t no missin’, I aim one in the dome (Dome, pow)
I’m with the thugs and s***, I’m with the dubs and s***
I’m with some A’s in it, I roll with ’em Bloods and Crips
You knew what it was, lil’ b****
I ain’t with the internet thuggin’ s***
Like, where is you?
It only take two shots, to clear out the room
I feel like I’m 2Pac before the tune
And I could get you shot and smell all the fumes
And I’m lookin’ for headshots, not no leg shots
With a sniper, but ain’t no zoom
I’m wearing black in the back of the party
Poured up the Henny, I don’t do Bacardi
And I got the glizzy, so don’t be retarded
Loaded the semi and aim for your target
I am a top shotta, the Don Dada and my n***** ready for war
You know that we split [?], smoke [?]
They say, “Mel, ya’ gone too far”
I’m a top shotta, the Don Dada and my n***** ready for war
They know that we split [?], smoke [?]
They like, “Mel ya’ gone too far”
I don’t give a f*** what you say, can’t play p**** a** lil’ boy
I’m with the thugs and s***, I’m with the dubs and s***
I’m with some A’s in it, I roll with ’em Bloods and Crips
I’m with the thugs and s***, I’m with the dubs and s***
I’m with some A’s in it, I roll with ’em Bloods and Crips

I’m in the booth with the stick on me now
I’m in your girl room she like, “dicka me down”
I’m like, “What ’bout ya man?”
And she think he a clown (Clown)
He gon’ get clapped ’cause he thinkin’ he down (Down)
He makin’ that noise ’cause he thinkin’ he loud
‘Til my n***** come in, we quiet ’em down (Quiet ’em down)

Chrome
‘Til my n***** come in, we quiet ’em down
Thug