"I Heard" lyrics
(I love you Ryo)
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh
Rockstar chains on my body
Rockstar, I spent ten bands at the mall
Twenty-five bands on your head, huh, multiply two, now they double
Nigga wanna hang with the mob, yeah, nigga can't get in the huddle
It's like ever since I got rich nigga, I want
Sildin' outside with them cutters
Millions, I'll fuck on your mother
Me and my brother, we came from the gutter
Them young niggas ain't loyal, they snaking each other
I'm spreading millions, this money like butter
This shit ain't for you, she know she can't come
Wear a Plan B, I don't wanna' have a son
I put the scarf on her head like a nun
None of you niggas ain't talking 'bout nun'
I'm on the block, I'm keeping my gun
I told Hell these niggas my son
Smokin' exotic, it fuck up my lungs
Play with the mob, get ready to run
I put a switch on the back of the gun
That bitch shoot like, "brrrrt"
You know she a groupie, you know she gon' suck
We got the sticks for whoever wan' buck
Bitch you ain't nun', I'm just tryna' catch my nut
Shooting the Glock so a nigga gotta' duck it
I talk to his soul, call me David Ruffin
They was never in the street, niggas be bluffing
I'm spending money, a hundred ain't nothing
She walking past and I look at her butt
Yeah I'm having paper, I could buy you some stuff
Bnb, it look like a mansion
You could've went up with us
No- no, they ain't fucking with us
Huh, I pull the sticks out the trunk
Babywoah, hell no, I ain't pulling no stunts
Hell rolling exotic blunts
I miss my bitches, just call me a mutt
Chrome Heart bracelet, diamonds in the ruff
Twenty-three racks at Icebox
I gotta' pop, it's been too long
You gotta' chill, bitch hold on
I'm feeling high, I'm so gone
I can't even pop it with no ho
Money messenger like a [?]
We smoking dead man just like a bong
Money on me, I flex on 'em like So'
Bad bitches, hit them in a row
Drac' in the Moncler coat
Know a nigga steal from the store
I only told you because I got on
I fuck her good, she say it's in her stomach
You feeling my partners girl, I ain't no dummy
I been in the streets and these niggas some phonies
I pin the ho down then I take the ho bowling
What you wan' do?
Young nigga sliding through
[?] in the coupe
Play with the gang, take your top off like toup
I was just locked up, I just selling soup
Then I came home and blew up like a nuke
Fifth day out, I'm locked in the stu'
Drop racks on your head and I bet it be poo
Mobb shit like free [?]
"You ain't finna fire off shit", nigga who?
I ain't even hit the bitch, I heard she was loose
I ain't even hit the bitch, I heard she was loose
I ain't even hit the bitch, I heard she was loose
I ain't even hit the bitch, I heard she was loose
Yeah, huh, yeah, huh
Rockstar chains on my body
Rockstar, I spent ten bands at the mall
Twenty-five bands on your head, huh, multiply two, now they double
Nigga wanna hang with the mob, yeah, nigga can't get in the huddle
It's like ever since I got rich nigga, I want
Sildin' outside with them cutters
Millions, I'll fuck on your mother
Me and my brother, we came from the gutter
Them young niggas ain't loyal, they snaking each other
I'm spreading millions, this money like butter
This shit ain't for you, she know she can't come
Wear a Plan B, I don't wanna' have a son
I put the scarf on her head like a nun
None of you niggas ain't talking 'bout nun'
I'm on the block, I'm keeping my gun
I told Hell these niggas my son
Smokin' exotic, it fuck up my lungs
Play with the mob, get ready to run
I put a switch on the back of the gun
That bitch shoot like, "brrrrt"
You know she a groupie, you know she gon' suck
We got the sticks for whoever wan' buck
Bitch you ain't nun', I'm just tryna' catch my nut
Shooting the Glock so a nigga gotta' duck it
I talk to his soul, call me David Ruffin
They was never in the street, niggas be bluffing
I'm spending money, a hundred ain't nothing
She walking past and I look at her butt
Yeah I'm having paper, I could buy you some stuff
Bnb, it look like a mansion
You could've went up with us
No- no, they ain't fucking with us
Huh, I pull the sticks out the trunk
Babywoah, hell no, I ain't pulling no stunts
Hell rolling exotic blunts
I miss my bitches, just call me a mutt
Chrome Heart bracelet, diamonds in the ruff
Twenty-three racks at Icebox
I gotta' pop, it's been too long
You gotta' chill, bitch hold on
I'm feeling high, I'm so gone
I can't even pop it with no ho
Money messenger like a [?]
We smoking dead man just like a bong
Money on me, I flex on 'em like So'
Bad bitches, hit them in a row
Drac' in the Moncler coat
Know a nigga steal from the store
I only told you because I got on
I fuck her good, she say it's in her stomach
You feeling my partners girl, I ain't no dummy
I been in the streets and these niggas some phonies
I pin the ho down then I take the ho bowling
What you wan' do?
Young nigga sliding through
[?] in the coupe
Play with the gang, take your top off like toup
I was just locked up, I just selling soup
Then I came home and blew up like a nuke
Fifth day out, I'm locked in the stu'
Drop racks on your head and I bet it be poo
Mobb shit like free [?]
"You ain't finna fire off shit", nigga who?
I ain't even hit the bitch, I heard she was loose
I ain't even hit the bitch, I heard she was loose
I ain't even hit the bitch, I heard she was loose
I ain't even hit the bitch, I heard she was loose
