[Intro] Yeah Uh Skrrt [Verse 1] Chrome in the cut, got a loan in the trunk Two-tone phone and a bone in the mug Run through the block with a fork and a grin Big talk, small car, I’m parked in the wind Brick in my sock, got a shark in the fridge Zip tie tie-out on the side of the bridge Kick in the door with a bowl of respect I’m too much trouble and too much effect Cash in a cactus, match in a mask Hustle in a huff and a laugh in the task Moon on the wrist and a rat in the suit Whole crew weird but we all absolute Glock with a cough and a chain made of jokes I sell top shelf from a basement of smoke Whip so loud that the pavement complain I’m a king of the nonsense, certified strange [Verse 2] Big wave, slick blade, nonsense decree Three-ring hustler with a fist full of keys Crew in the booth with a serious face All of my alibis live in the place I don’t do math, I do menace and mood Trade a deadpan glance for a plate of the food Plug on the line with a mouth full of static I’m out of my mind but the market is plastic Short fuse, long move, all on the rise Pocket full of riddles and a stare with the lies Gold chain rattling like teeth in a jar Street name rumor, never stayed where you are Talk tough, walk rough, then disappear clean Leave a little havoc in a limousine dream Nonsense kingpin with the coldest cadence Whole team wild and the whole block patience [Hook] Chrome in the cut, let the bassline ring Nonsense talk and a filthy swing Skrrt, skrrt, fade through the fog at night We don’t make sense but we move alright Chrome in the cut, let the backbeat bite Hustle in the dark with a bright street light Skrrt, skrrt, steel in the velvet room Gangster rap nonsense, boom-bap doom [Bridge] Uh, yeah Paper bag prophecy Chain-link theology Skrrt [Verse 3] Ice in the cup and a chip in the crown I been too loud for the underground town Came with a crew and a crate full of smoke Every line lethal but it still sound like a joke Run a little racket in a velvet parade Suit full of thunder and a toothpick blade I got a blueprint written in grease Midnight dealer of the impossible peace Whole block leaning when I swing through slow Truth so crooked that the straight lines go Boss in the booth with a basement grin Talk like a menace when the beats come in Money on the table, still I’m playing for keeps Dreams in the gutter and the highway sleeps I’m the rumor with the rhythm, the glitch in the code Chrome in the cut while the city explodes [Hook] Chrome in the cut, let the bassline ring Nonsense talk and a filthy swing Skrrt, skrrt, fade through the fog at night We don’t make sense but we move alright Chrome in the cut, let the backbeat bite Hustle in the dark with a bright street light Skrrt, skrrt, steel in the velvet room Gangster rap nonsense, boom-bap doom [Outro] Yeah Still in the cut Still weird Still certified
