"CHr0M3 H34rts Wh1t3 t33" lyrics
Hop out the Porsche, who the fuck could it be?
HI-C the Goat, all these hoes getting creased
Bapes on my feet and Evisu the jeans
Broke ass nigga, never seen 100 Gs
Fake trap nigga, boy, you never seen a P
Walk in the mall, up a whole 20 piece
Talk to me nice, bitch, or don't talk to me
Playing with your nose? Broke bitch, you a fiend
Yeah, I ain't going back to being broke
I ain't going back to being broke
I ain't going
I ain't going
I ain't going
I ain't going
I ain't going
I ain't going
I ain't going
I ain't going
I ain't going
I ain't going
Yeah... I ain't going back to being broke
Hit first, past the bitch to the bros
Bitch got good brain, honor roll
Nigga going out so pitiful
Put his hand on his bitch, got exposed
Ricki-Oh
Shell toes
Kicking shit like I'm in a dojo
Pockets fat, like sumo
Old school, hot rod, inferno
Old school, Monte Carlo
Big wheels, sitting on 24s
Red eyes, hit the turbo
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
She say I'm a jerk, I don't dance
Bitch from Brasil, but my jeans from Japan
Flight first class, pour a 4 when we land
Four pockets full with them big rubber bands
Stuck to the script, bitch, I stuck to the plan
Ice bright as hell, leave you blind from a glance
Chain like the sun, just might give you a tan
High off them stamps, got my eyes in a slant
I don't even try, I just swag on the beat
Top from a freak, then I'm gone, keep it brief
High, you broke, what the fuck do you mean?
Gold cap shrooms in the tea, got me geeked
So high up, outer space, out of reach
Get to the back, how to swag, I can teach
Boy, you broke as hell, you a bum, you a leach
KD of za in the wood, and it reek
Came with them sheets, not the type that you read
Tab on my tongue, now I'm too high to speak
Tatts on my skin, inked up to the brink
Fuck how you feel, nigga, fuck what you think
Hop out the Porsche, who the fuck could it be?
HI-C the Goat, all these hoes getting creased
Bapes on my feet and Evisu the jeans
Broke ass nigga, never seen 100 Gs
Fake trap nigga, boy, you never seen a P
Walk in the mall, up a whole 20 piece
Talk to me nice, bitch, or don't talk to me
Playing with your nose? Broke bitch, you a fiend
Hit after hit, damn, my style so unique
Sniff after sniff up your nose till it bleed
Bitch daddy rich, spending all his money
On them fake ass tits, BBL surgeries
Finna wrap it up, bitch, you not burning me
Car push to start, I do not turn a key
Wrist worth a brick, damn, my watch worth a key
HI-C, I'm the shit, these rap niggas can't compete
No lil bro, you cannot get a feat
Fake ass drank, no, you not serving me
Bullets fly like birds, and they sting like bees
Big ass chop, and it sing, do re mi
Pull up to the scene, Chrome Hearts, white tee
All I do is get guap, fuck hoes, and repeat
All I do is get guap, fuck hoes, make 'em leave
Geeked on the shrooms, make my thoughts so serene
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
HI-C the Goat, all these hoes getting creased
Bapes on my feet and Evisu the jeans
Broke ass nigga, never seen 100 Gs
Fake trap nigga, boy, you never seen a P
Walk in the mall, up a whole 20 piece
Talk to me nice, bitch, or don't talk to me
Playing with your nose? Broke bitch, you a fiend
Yeah, I ain't going back to being broke
I ain't going back to being broke
I ain't going
I ain't going
I ain't going
I ain't going
I ain't going
I ain't going
I ain't going
I ain't going
I ain't going
I ain't going
Yeah... I ain't going back to being broke
Hit first, past the bitch to the bros
Bitch got good brain, honor roll
Nigga going out so pitiful
Put his hand on his bitch, got exposed
Ricki-Oh
Shell toes
Kicking shit like I'm in a dojo
Pockets fat, like sumo
Old school, hot rod, inferno
Old school, Monte Carlo
Big wheels, sitting on 24s
Red eyes, hit the turbo
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
She say I'm a jerk, I don't dance
Bitch from Brasil, but my jeans from Japan
Flight first class, pour a 4 when we land
Four pockets full with them big rubber bands
Stuck to the script, bitch, I stuck to the plan
Ice bright as hell, leave you blind from a glance
Chain like the sun, just might give you a tan
High off them stamps, got my eyes in a slant
I don't even try, I just swag on the beat
Top from a freak, then I'm gone, keep it brief
High, you broke, what the fuck do you mean?
Gold cap shrooms in the tea, got me geeked
So high up, outer space, out of reach
Get to the back, how to swag, I can teach
Boy, you broke as hell, you a bum, you a leach
KD of za in the wood, and it reek
Came with them sheets, not the type that you read
Tab on my tongue, now I'm too high to speak
Tatts on my skin, inked up to the brink
Fuck how you feel, nigga, fuck what you think
Hop out the Porsche, who the fuck could it be?
HI-C the Goat, all these hoes getting creased
Bapes on my feet and Evisu the jeans
Broke ass nigga, never seen 100 Gs
Fake trap nigga, boy, you never seen a P
Walk in the mall, up a whole 20 piece
Talk to me nice, bitch, or don't talk to me
Playing with your nose? Broke bitch, you a fiend
Hit after hit, damn, my style so unique
Sniff after sniff up your nose till it bleed
Bitch daddy rich, spending all his money
On them fake ass tits, BBL surgeries
Finna wrap it up, bitch, you not burning me
Car push to start, I do not turn a key
Wrist worth a brick, damn, my watch worth a key
HI-C, I'm the shit, these rap niggas can't compete
No lil bro, you cannot get a feat
Fake ass drank, no, you not serving me
Bullets fly like birds, and they sting like bees
Big ass chop, and it sing, do re mi
Pull up to the scene, Chrome Hearts, white tee
All I do is get guap, fuck hoes, and repeat
All I do is get guap, fuck hoes, make 'em leave
Geeked on the shrooms, make my thoughts so serene
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
