Yard chrome and bitches

[Intro] Black chrome The yard is in smoke Who are you here? I'm alone Whoever's behind your back is fucked. The street is my home (hey) [Verse 1] I'm going out into the yard. Like in the movies Dirty entrance But the money is long gone The key to the start There's a beast under my ass Every bitch here knows Who is the beast My hands are covered in blood from bills and fights Every second one is fucking around here As an enemy The city of concrete But I'm a sprout in it. I'm not a saint. But I keep my block From Friday to Friday — perpetual motion If you join my circle, subscribe. You'll see I grew up there. Where dreams are through cash. Now I'm taking my own It's like everything is at half price Focusing on zero [Chorus] This is my yard My cars My naked bitches Who's not with me — fuck you Downs Parties We're tearing up the asphalt The tires are screeching Like a bullet Cheap whiskey Dear smoke — these everyday days This is my yard My cars My naked bitches Your show—off is ridiculous You Damn Clowns We're tearing up the asphalt The tires are screeching Like a bullet If you're not with us, it means I just didn't pull them (yeah) [Verse 2] She climbs into the salon Wants stories Movement I look into her eyes—there's only a whim there. She needs clothes She needs my check. And all I get from her is a body on the sack. I don't fall in love with people like that. I'm not a fool. After a night at the motel, I told her, "Go back." She screams: "You're an asshole!" So what? Tomorrow, another one will take this place. Easy My brother is polishing my feet on the spot There is a product in the bag There's a calculation in my head Every day is like a short time here But I'm going to the end. While the area is still breathing [Chorus] This is my yard My cars My naked bitches Who's not with me — fuck you Downs Parties We're tearing up the asphalt The tires are screeching Like a bullet Cheap whiskey Dear smoke — these everyday days This is my yard My cars My naked bitches Your show—off is ridiculous You Damn Clowns We're tearing up the asphalt The tires are screeching Like a bullet If you're not with us, it means Just didn't pull them (hey) [Verse 3] If you don't understand me I'll break your fucker in the blood. If you touch it My block My naked bitches Gun to your head Click clack bam bam And you're fucked Fell into a wheelbarrow Pedal to the metal He rode off into the sunset. [Chorus] This is my yard My cars My naked bitches Who's not with me — fuck you Downs Parties We're tearing up the asphalt The tires are screeching Like a bullet Cheap whiskey Dear smoke — these everyday days This is my yard My cars My naked bitches Your show—off is ridiculous You Damn Clowns We're tearing up the asphalt The tires are screeching Like a bullet If you're not with us, it means Just didn't pull them (hey)