Chroma - OmenXIII

Gotta keep my voice down 'cause I know they sleepin'

Racks still stackin', every day still a weekend

House been jumpin' every night full of demons

Creepin', up and down the walls just like some creatures

You said you think, but do you really fuckin' know though

Smokin' on a O, so we callin' this the O-zone

Six bottles in the bag, two blunts in the roto

These moments last way longer than a photo

Keep it on the low-low, still ridin' solo

'Bout it while you bouncin' like mothafuckin' a pogo

Switchin' up, flippin' side to side, bitch, that’s a no-no

I’m hidden while you flexin' bnb’s out in Noho

I think it’s safe to say around here that that’s a no-go

Pro clubs, bitch, we ain’t never rockin' polo

Whole show bumpin', after that we gotta go, bro

But they can’t even see me through the tint of the windows

Twin rows back to back in that whip, hoe

In the sprinter, bitch, fuck a limo

Indonesian smoke for my kinfolk

It goes 'round and 'round like a syndrome

Bitch, we do what we do, 'cause we need to

Need two bottles of wine for my sweet tooth

Keep to myself when I really need to

These dudes, think that I don’t, but I see through

We do

We do anything that we wanna do

We do anything that we wanna do

We do anything that we wanna do

We do anything that we wanna do

We do anything that we wanna do

We do anything that we wanna do

We do anything that we wanna do

We do anything that we wanna do

Twin rows back to back in that whip, hoe

In the sprinter, bitch, fuck a limo

Indonesian smoke for my kinfolk

It goes 'round and 'round like a syndrome

Bitch, we do what we do, 'cause we need to

Need two bottles of wine for my sweet tooth

Keep to myself when I really need to

These dudes, think that I don’t, but I see through

We do