Chetta - Chlorine lyrics

God- damn, I'm in my own zone, all alone
Riding all day long, run it home
Popping like a pistol, been a pro
Drop another Xan bar, and it's on
Bitches wanna tag along, tag along
I ain't with that friendly tone, hell no
I pull up in amazon, Rambo
Run up with that thing hand, handled
Let me shoot that shit out the window
Pap pap-clack-clack at ya kinfolk
I'ma run my block off the strength tho
Gotta keep my eyes on you bitch modes
I'ma whip that dope like, like, like
Smoke that dro like, like, like
Pour my fo' like, like, like
Serve that woah like, like, like


Twist it up, run it up
I need a grip on that woah, woah
I need a zip of that smoke, smoke
Talking that tip but they don't know
Don't understand me, never played fairly
I take it you won't show
Try it, I'm always on go, go
Grip on that clipper like woah, woah