Why Is Everything Chrome (Lean Swag Rock Wit It)

Why is everything chrome?
Cash, man this beat got me feeling like the franchise boys in this bitch
Lean with it, rock with it
Lean, swag, rock with it
Lean, swag, rock with it
Everything is chrome in the future!
I get to the money, I get it and go
I’m fuckin' your bitch, got dick in her throat
Nigga, lean, just poured up a four
Run in your spot, taking your dough
Hit 'em high, hit 'em low, low
Woah, woah, woah
Its Critical, nigga
Let me quit playin' and get on this beat
I don’t wanna hear when you talkin' to me
Freestyle, but the drip ain’t free
Bust down and the bitch ain’t cheap
She cuffin' now, I done hit her for weeks
Up now, got a sale on my weed
I got the keys to the streets
I’m snding niggas, bring 'em to me
Thes diamonds dancing, quit lookin' at me
Niggas be famous when they beefin' with me
You got guns, we got cannons
Hit 'em with drums, call the mechanic
Niggas be groovin', niggas be movin'
Callin' my shooters, they come and do you
Young niggas shooting, these young niggas shoot
Come to my city, won’t see 'em again
Nigga on fuck shit, drinkin' the Henn
Mixed with the Xan, you know the rest
We got smoke on your man
Got price on your head
Got niggas that work for me
Straight from the hood, but don’t nobody know
Still got the racks, keep that on the low
I’m smoking good, I got it from me
Get out your drawers, get on your knees
I’m on that picture, I’m extra dripping
Throw up the C’s, I’m extra crippin'
She don’t want me to leave, she extra trippin'
Sprite and codeine, I be extra lifted
I get to the money, I get it and go
Run up the bands, still trap out the store
My dope real hot when it get out the stove
Bitch started playin', I hit it and go
Nigga thought he was hoarse, sent shots to his throat
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, its Critical, nigga
Me and my flags stay matching together
Gave her a molly, put dick in her belly
I need a bitch like Miley Cyrus
He don’t come outside, that nigga be hiding
We going dumb, we shoot for a hobby
You a milly man, you can quit lyin'
We got good aim, we shoot for his lines
She got good brain, she got an A in science
Look at the Rollie, that shit be shinin'
Bling, blaw
Check out the freestyle, that shit be riding
Get to the money, I get it and go
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, its Critical