Lyrics UP IN IT - ChromeDiaz

Woo I'm back
It's been a real minute
I'm a teenage lyrical king and
I've been it
Still in Flight to the top
Yeah, I copped me a ticket
CD Up In It, listen up zip it

Got heat playin shits gettin too hefty
I'm a righty but I hit you with the lefty
Don't play with me lil boy don't tempt me
Still shootin' snipers till the clip is empty
Bang handed out 4 shots
Chrome tip exhaust on 4 slots
All my lyrics knock you right up outta your socks
I'm saucy ima get it when the floor stop
Movin, a young nigga still improvin'
Hoppin on the beats that I kill when I'm groovin'
Why tf u trying when my point's what you're provin'
Ima do whatever it takes to get to rulin'
I'm drillin'
Chasing the bag not killin'
Don't gotta kill for no rep I'm chillin'
In Flight to the top way past my ceiling
Ima make it big while I'm young, God willing
Blaow, 808 hittin'
Making you shake at the place that you sittin
Never gonna see me quittin
But y'all knew that shit ever since I said it in Straight Spittin'
I could do whatever I put my mind to
New album temp on times 2
It's hot and it got some new rhymes too
I'm drilling for the intro like 092
I remember y'all doubted and doubted
Now I'm never lacking without it
I'm smarter than average
Let me know if you really bout it, yeah
Let me know if you really bout it

Woo I'm back, it's been a real minute
I'm a teenage lyrical king and I've been it
Still in Flight to the top
Yeah, I copped me a ticket
CD up in it, listen up zip it

Yeah, ay
I got a Whole Lotta, uh
Whole Lotta, Whole Lotta
Whole Lotta, Whole Lotta

Y'all niggas simply cannot handle me
Watch how you talk you'll get hit with a band or 3
Niggas be fake they be acting so randomly
But they just bitches they act understandably
I got a Whole Lotta
Whole Lotta Chrome, yuh
Lyrically writing a poem, bow
Bitches could leave me alone, yuh
Feel the bass up in your bones
Y'all niggas zombies jealous of my bigger brain
Thats what you think you gon' gain
Ooh, DR get a leaf as your car
Then you race them shits on the side of the road in the rain
7up video bangin'
First vid niggas got a range
They see that we going up
Now they coming back strange
Fake niggas too late to change
Slappin her booty I'm liking the texture
Shawty way too bad for you don't test her
I'm on some timing, that timing, like Dexter
Killin' the game and they call me a flexer
You niggas piling up like plaque
Helping me get to my platinum plaques
Can't ride my wave
You'll get washed out like listerine
Hol' up just run that bar right back

Its' been a real minute
I'm a teenage lyrical king and I've been it
Still in Flight to the top
Yeah, I copped me a ticket
CD up in it, listen up zip it

Whole Lotta Chrome
Whole Lotta Chrome, yeah
Whole Lotta
Let 'em know