"Mozart" lyrics
Bitch, I'm trynna put the world on your chest, fuck that Chrome Hearts
Hoes on the net gotta try and skip the slow part
Pros in the rap but she treat me like I'm Mozart
Baby, I ain't finna bump heads, this ain't go karts
I got real rich nigga plans, fuck a Mopar
She say she don't want this shit to end, well shit don't start
Bitch, I done glowed up on you, we ain't grow apart
Niggas really folded up on me, that's the bold part
Make my hood feel a lil curated, like I sold art
Premie ass nigga like my son so we both sharp, nigga
I got (pfft) on the way, know me cause I'm bad
Bae, I'm trynna be your best, I ain't trynna be your last
Ain't no sleep on this road, throw it to me 'til I crash
I got paid on my own, so I'm lonely to the bash
Yeah
Bitch, I'm trynna put the world on your chest, this ain't Chrome Hearts
Hoes on the net gotta try and skip the slow parts
Yeah, leather on my chest, leather on my chest, put her on the check
If she real, bitch you know the rest, I don't want no rest
How it feel when I send that over text, and you know I'm next
Still on my soul, so it's known I'm gon' overstep
Ain't no second chances, so I'm picky for my own sake
Seeing where I'm sitting got you pissing in your own place
Tryna waste the VIN I hope it stick like it was on tape
I'm mad throwing fists cause I bitchy in my own way
Glancing at the new me said she miss me for my old ways
Happy I ain't gloomy, shit ain't nothing like them old days
She say I ain't got no time for her, oh you don't say?
I was taught it ain't bout what you do, it's what you don't say
Yeah
And bitch, I'm trynna put the world on your chest, fuck that Chrome Hearts
Hoes on the net gotta try and skip the slow parts
Pros in the rap but she treat me like I'm Mozart
Baby, I ain't finna bump heads, this ain't go karts
I got real rich nigga plans, fuck a Mopar
She say she don't want this shit to end, well then don't start
Bitch, I done glowed up on you, we ain't grow apart
I know niggas folded up on me, that's the bold part
Make my hood feel a lil curated, like I sold art
Pick me ass nigga like my son so we both sharp, nigga
Bitch, I'm trynna put the world on your chest, fuck that Chrome Hearts
Yeah
New Detroit, nigga
Hoes on the net gotta try and skip the slow part
Pros in the rap but she treat me like I'm Mozart
Baby, I ain't finna bump heads, this ain't go karts
I got real rich nigga plans, fuck a Mopar
She say she don't want this shit to end, well shit don't start
Bitch, I done glowed up on you, we ain't grow apart
Niggas really folded up on me, that's the bold part
Make my hood feel a lil curated, like I sold art
Premie ass nigga like my son so we both sharp, nigga
I got (pfft) on the way, know me cause I'm bad
Bae, I'm trynna be your best, I ain't trynna be your last
Ain't no sleep on this road, throw it to me 'til I crash
I got paid on my own, so I'm lonely to the bash
Yeah
Bitch, I'm trynna put the world on your chest, this ain't Chrome Hearts
Hoes on the net gotta try and skip the slow parts
Yeah, leather on my chest, leather on my chest, put her on the check
If she real, bitch you know the rest, I don't want no rest
How it feel when I send that over text, and you know I'm next
Still on my soul, so it's known I'm gon' overstep
Ain't no second chances, so I'm picky for my own sake
Seeing where I'm sitting got you pissing in your own place
Tryna waste the VIN I hope it stick like it was on tape
I'm mad throwing fists cause I bitchy in my own way
Glancing at the new me said she miss me for my old ways
Happy I ain't gloomy, shit ain't nothing like them old days
She say I ain't got no time for her, oh you don't say?
I was taught it ain't bout what you do, it's what you don't say
Yeah
And bitch, I'm trynna put the world on your chest, fuck that Chrome Hearts
Hoes on the net gotta try and skip the slow parts
Pros in the rap but she treat me like I'm Mozart
Baby, I ain't finna bump heads, this ain't go karts
I got real rich nigga plans, fuck a Mopar
She say she don't want this shit to end, well then don't start
Bitch, I done glowed up on you, we ain't grow apart
I know niggas folded up on me, that's the bold part
Make my hood feel a lil curated, like I sold art
Pick me ass nigga like my son so we both sharp, nigga
Bitch, I'm trynna put the world on your chest, fuck that Chrome Hearts
Yeah
New Detroit, nigga
