R.O.E., Berner - Chrome Beagle lyrics

[R.O.E., Berner - Chrome Beagle lyrics]

Yeah, there we go

Hard way, damn right I learned the hard way
(the hard way) two cuts on my cheek yeah
I'm feeling like Scarface
Drunk bitches out on broadway
They tried to kill a homie gunshots
Ringing in the broad day
Why the whole world crazy?
My own plug won't pay me
We got truck loads moving down south all week
I'm on the east coast gettin' it
I ain't slept all week
My competition going crazy cause
This shit so cheap
But my topshelf go for $5000 a piece
Been beasting, Me and bro flex for no reason
It's outdoor season
I just left the four seasons
Black duffel bags in my truck
I bet the 40 make em jump
We overcharge em like a chump
I count money, I don't get drunk (naa)
I wake up in the morning ready to grind
I was 16 ready to sign, I knew I would shine
(I knew it) independent runnin' my own now
From DC, back up to NorCal

We touch money, we don't trust nobody
You ever seen a cold body?
Laying on the concrete, this shit is sad
More money, more body bags

Saint Laurent bag on my back (hoo)
I wish a young nigga that (ah, ah, ah)
Keep the feet up sippin' that
It slowed me down and brought me back, back
Back

Call me broke and never
Approach with the government
Those that do get marked as suspect
Got them needle heads buzzin'
Round my hornets nest
But imma transform and fly away
Call me a pelican
Look, stuntin' on these haters man
I'm a legend, about to go viral
You can't contain me man
Fuck it nobody can, fuck it nobody will
It's about about that hoopin' shit
And yeah I'm still ballin' still
We don't live raw, that some niggas hatin'
Fuck that shit they talkin'
Just break out the bank show me the moola
Show me the gwolla show me the
If ain't dollars then imma' holla
Niggas that ain't dat dead
Bilingual, bet I do this for my people
Only biscotti, gelato burning with my people
We rocking Berner
We in the Bay with the Chrome Beagle
If it designer from top to bottom
The swag lethal

Saint Laurent bag on my back (hoo)
I wish a young nigga that (ah, ah, ah)
Keep the feet up sippin' that
It slowed me down and brought me back, back
Back

You can tell their young and on point (woah)
You'd never catch me with the oinks
(oinks, oinks, oi)
Steady lurkin' niggas in the zone
From DC to Bay, I feel I'm home
(Awh) Saint Laurent bag on my back (hoo)
I wish a young nigga that (ah, ah)
Keep the feet up sippin' that (wo)
It slowed me down and brought me back
(wo ho ho)

You can tell their young and on point (woah)
You'd never catch me with the oinks
(oinks, nah, nah)
Steady lurkin' niggas in the zone
From DC to Bay, I feel I'm home

We touch money, we don't trust nobody
You ever seen a cold body?
Laying on the concrete, this shit is sad
More money, more body bags

Saint Laurent bag on my back (hoo)
I wish a young nigga that (ah, ah, ah)
Keep the feet up sippin' that
It slowed me down and brought me back, back
Back
It slowed me down and brought me back, back
Back
It slowed me down and brought me back, back
Back

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