Black lyrics

[Intro]
Why is everything Khroam
Big plug n*gga
Brrr
n*gga big black n*gga
f*ck you talkin bout n*gga
Brr bah bah
Everything is chrome in the future

[Verse 1]
It started off with a ski mask
These Michael Jackson n*gga he bad
Bringing P's in like they bean bags
Walking with a chopper when my jeans sagging
These gucci shoes these ain’t Steve Madden
1 on 1 with an opp and I'm Steve Nashing
I ain't bout to play games like a DreamCast
Your little brother dead n*gga we glad
I might take yo momma with her sexy ass
Matter fact I put you thru some plexiglass
When 12 see me, like arrest his ass
My indian plug in a taxi cab
I just popped a perc, got my lips itching
How you gon rob me when your sticking missing?
Run down on the plug we got plenty business
n*ggas got more bodies than them skinny b*tches
Sippin on wock we ain’t sippin on cognac
Walk down with a big dog where my bone at?
Im snapping like thanos n*gga where my stones at?
My boujee b*tch got nappy hair where her comb at?
Alias whip his house we gon find that
“Hol up xan can you give me my 9' back”
No n*gga
Hop out (brrr) go n*gga
These n*ggas never progressing
Flo n*gga
Spin a bin on his block do a U turn
Got Rasputia in the trunk how you doin?
Hotel full of b*tches I'm like who turn?
762 go thru his new perm
Put a hole in his head like the side of a Cheerio
I'm like 619 the plug, Rey Mysterio
You thinking its sweet n*gga I ain't Mariel
I still put the bars in my cereal
I got a whole lot of shooters in yo yard
He got a gun, yeah he ain't hard
Just came out of jail and I got the Goyard
I gave you the (?) in the fit on god
Pull up with the mac they call me Steve Jobs
You say that you charging we gun aim at yo dodge
I made this song cause I got black on---- Gucci shoes on b*tch
BIG PLUG n*ggA