Juice WRLD
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Chrome

Read Chrome lyrics by Juice WRLD on LyroVerse, with linked artist context and related song paths.

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Chrome

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Uh-huh, uh-huh

Uh-huh, uh-huh

Uh-huh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, left, right

Diamonds they heavy, I don't got no balance

I fuck on a bitch, I get up in her panties

I do the Percocets, don’t fuck with Xannies

But kids don't do drugs, it will fuck up your sanity

I love my shooters, they always protecting me

Hand on the hammer then they get to hammering

I got this cash to take care of my family

Brother don't got to sell rock by the Dollar Tree

Oh, I’m in my zone, hand on my chrome

Aim at your lu-u-ung

Oh, I'm in my zone, hand on my chrome

Aim at your lu-u-ung

Oh, I'm in my zone, hand on my chrome

Aim at your lu-u-ung

Oh, I'm in my zone, hand on my chrome

Aim at your lu-u-ung

Skrrt, dirt-bike city

Pop a wheelie, bitch, but I ain't Meek Milly (Let's go)

Tryin' to get rich, get to the nitty-gritty (Yeah)

I sleep next to monsters and goblins, they with me (Eugh)

I love her so I wrote her phrase on her titties (Yeah)

No rubber, I wonder if we having kiddies (Slatt)

Equip the thirty to the semi, semi

If you want smoke, we got plenty, plenty (B-B-B-Baow)

Walk around, sticked up (Yeah)

Mix the Raf Simmons with the Rick Owen (Yeah)

One text, tongue emoji, now your bitch goin' (Yeah)

I ain’t give her tickets but the bitch front row (Yeah)

Walk in the room, .30 out, gun showin’ (Yeah)

Make the wrong move, .30 out, gun blowin' (Yeah)

I done took a few Perc’ 30s, I'm gone (Yeah)

Does anybody know what planet I'm on? (Yeah)

Um, I'm on Venus givin’ aliens penis (Uh-huh)

Juice WRLD, Makavelli, I mean it (Uh-huh)

Diamonds R. Kelly, rich, get to peein' (Uh-huh)

Your thot from the block and my thot European (Uh-huh)

The thot from the block but my thot Puerto Rican (Uh-huh)

Cops on the block and I know that they see me (Uh-huh)

See me parked in my spot, yeah, the car European (Uh-huh)

With a bad girl inside, they mistaked her for RiRi (Yeah, yeah)

Diamonds they heavy, I don't got no balance

I fuck on a bitch, I get up in her panties

I do the Percocets, don't fuck with Xannies

But kids don't do drugs, it will fuck up your sanity

I love my shooters, they always protecting me

Hand on the hammer then they get to hammering

I got this cash to take care of my family

Brother don't got to sell rock by the Dollar Tree

Oh, I'm in my zone, hand on my chrome

Aim at your lu-u-ung

Oh, I'm in my zone, hand on my chrome

Aim at your lu-u-ung

Oh, I'm in my zone, hand on my chrome

Aim at your lu-u-ung

Oh, I'm in my zone, hand on my chrome

Aim at your lu-u-ung

I'm in my lane, swervin' (Okay, skrrt)

I sip the syrup, I go berserk (Yeah)

Fuckin' that bitch, I get under the shirt (Uh)

R. Kelly with it, 'cause I love to flirt (Uh, uh)

All of my niggas get money, for sure (Cha-ching)

We get money, for sure (Shh)

Fuckin' the bitch, I know she insecure (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

So when I'm gone, she hit my phone like, "Brrt"

Yeah, I'm cold (Uh)

Diamonds on me, they like, "Burr" (Ghost, ghost)

Fuckin' that pussy, I'm making it purr (Yeah)

.40 on me, make an opp nigga scared (Grrah)

Ayy, talk to the birds (Yeah)

'Cause I know that the bird is the word (Uh-huh)

While I get rich off these words (Yeah)

So I don't got sell Perc's on the curb, uh (Yeah, uh-huh)

I do not sip no Don Julio

But with this codeine, I'ma splurge, uh (Oh-oh)

Dread in my hair like I'm Coolio

Got my gun cool-io on the purge, uh (Oh-oh)

I think I'm running my city up, from the block to the burbs (Uh-huh)

Dirt bike pop, no curve (Uh-huh)

Cardi B chopper, okurrr (Baow)

Diamonds they heavy, I don't got no balance

I fuck on a bitch, I get up in her panties

I do the Percocets, don't fuck with Xannies

But kids don't do drugs, it will fuck up your sanity

I love my shooters, they always protecting me

Hand on the hammer then they get to hammering

I got this cash to take care of my family

Brother don't got to sell rock by the Dollar Tree

Oh, I'm in my zone, hand on my chrome

Aim at your lu-u-ung

Oh, I'm in my zone, hand on my chrome

Aim at your lu-u-ung

Oh, I'm in my zone, hand on my chrome

Aim at your lu-u-ung

Oh, I'm in my zone, hand on my chrome

Aim at your lu-u-ung

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Juice WRLD performs "Chrome", and this lyric page sits inside the Juice WRLD catalog on LyroVerse.

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