Lil Chrome - SpacePakk lyrics

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Lil Chrome - SpacePakk lyrics

[Intro: Lil Chrome] Go, b*tch Gang sh*t, go [Verse 1: Lil Chrome] Find a plug, take him down, he a b*tch Finesse him out a couple methods, now I'm lit Glizzy, this b*tch automatic, I added a switch Shoot this b*tch, pfft, pfft, it got a glitch Chrome Heart on my hat, Dior my kicks I know why that ni**a mad, I fu*ked his b*tch And she su*k my dick, ooh, she give a kiss b*tch, I'm always sipping Wock', don't fu*k with Tris VVS in my chain, this b*tch hit Cash out, do what we want 'cause we rich Same money that they saving, b*tch, we spending Out here at the 'Raq with space pack, [?] a ten Don't let us see 'em with them Glizzys, we want come in And that b*tch ain't wanna go, I fu*k the friend [Verse 2: Bmoneyy] ni**as say they down to ride But when it's time they don't be on sh*t I was toting a nine, my broski Two4 toting the four nickel We was on the block selling weed for some new kicks We was dodging cops because our opps really wasn't on sh*t Catch his ass in traffic, flip the car, don't care about who hit Swag stay on go, he like to hawk, he like to smash it She saw my neck, start begging Broke her heart when I said I ain't buy sh*t CCB my dawgs, so right or wrong, for 'em I kill sh*t You came to give me head, so after me you do the guys, b*tch TNG and TTG, b*tch, long live all my guys, b*tch [Verse 3: Trench Baby] Wet up, break it down, we caught a opp, we slime him out We walked him, keep spinning, we like Glocks, this b*tch go [?] Might pull on a opp block like, "What's all that sh*t y'all talking about?" Was woofing on Facebook, I bet Lil Trey beat 'em, ain't talking now Uh, uh, uh, uh, we got Glocks inside this party Hood Navy Seals, on gang, shout to my boy [?] Trench Baby, b*tch, I go retarded I'm known to line sh*t up just like barbers Caught a opp lacking, slump him, now his ass ain't fu*king barking Pfft, that's the sound of that switch That b*tch shoot five bullets at once but I control it when it glitch Seven-six-two, that b*tch gon' break a bone when it hit Bookie steady throwing, he look like Pat' Mahomes in this b*tch And b*tch I'm done, but let me gone put Two4 up in that b*tch [Outro: Two4] Know how we coming, man Gang, gang