312 Stepper

Why is everything chrome
Cash
Everything is chrome in the future
This shit is so cold you might need a jacket
Pull up we gone catch you lacking
I be posted at the back-end, false claiming yall niggas be switching
Just like KB but 312 on a mission, these niggas bitches
Walk in the party my diamonds they shinning and glistening (they shinning and
glistening)
These niggas is stupid these bitches retarded
We shoot up your house we get at your mommy
They claim they a gangster they must be a dummy
Pop me a prk now im off of that molly
Jump of the walls just like im jeff hardy, thy ain’t gone shoot they ain’t
really about nothing
These niggas scared they cry to they mommy
She say that she love me I know that she ugly
Hop in the Rari you know that we gone
Smoke all this weed you know we get zoned
Talking to me bitch leave me alone (pulled up and kicked down the door)
Don’t fuck on the bed bitch fuck on the floor
We aim for the feet and we aim for the doom
Got me a automatic with a chrome, came from the fourth with a trap phone
I’m a 312 stepper with a pole, with a mac 10 tryna up the score