"Heart Felt" lyrics
(feat. Rio Da Yung Og)
[xaviersobased:]
That's how my heart felt
I had to keep it heartfelt, that's how my heart felt
She ain't give a fuck about it, made my heart melt
Remember when she fell in love, she had the hard smelt
Huh, Chrome Heart pants, Chrome Heart belt
Art show traphouse, making art sales
My nigga Ls in the hood selling—
My nigga L— my nigga Ls in the hood selling pitbulls, tryna catch a sale
Lace cover up her nipples 'til she on her belly
Upping prices on these niggas, fuck Martin Shkreli
Conversations with her friends, I think my shawty jelly
Hit that jump shot, then I hit my celly
Shawty said she wanna fuck, so I booked the telly
Shawty pulled up on me, she know I been ready
Call me Ready Freddy
Yeah, I might eat the booty 'cause that shit be jelly
Yeah, this the next day, we gonna go to Albert's
Spending all this money on her, yeah, she think it's ours
Damn, this time flying, I done checked the hours
Hell yeah, 1c growing bigger, filling up the conference
[Rio Da Yung OG:]
You tryna get less than a chicken, meet me at the office
He seen lil' bro face on the lick, bro, we had to off him
I got Von with me, you know he happily toss it
My Mexican got a nine of Act', I'm finna grab it off him
This a Chrome Heart ten milli', straight from Matty Boy
I got a quarter-million dollar car, you a jelly boy
My daddy smacks up my oil too, I'm my daddy boy
In traffic, four Maybach trucks, how many Caddies? Four
And they all V's
This young nigga just called me Ganger, finna call Veeze
Who the fuck is he?
I'm smoking Blacks, popping pills, drinking drank, I don't fuck with weed
Every bitch I done hit raw
Every bitch I hit raw since I came home stuck with me
I got 'em all pregnant
They shot the dreads out his head with the 9, bullet was bald-headed
All twenty-dollar bills, this a tall seventy
[xaviersobased:]
My mans on the lookout
We got 'em shook out, bitch, I bought a book out
They didn't use to look, but they gotta look now
Can't come get food, we got this bitch booked out
You would've thought it was a cookout
.38 Special on me, niggas need to come down
They was always wary of me, nigga, 'cause I stood out
(I said that, I said that, reset)
Better watch out how I say it, don't wanna go to Hell
Bro locked up, wan' break him out of jail
FaceTime shawty while they do my nails
Furry baby on me, make her wag her tail
Posted in that Benz, I'll do that dash for real
Yeah, for real
That's how my heart felt
I had to keep it heartfelt, that's how my heart felt
She ain't give a fuck about it, made my heart melt
Remember when she fell in love, she had the hard smelt
Huh, Chrome Heart pants, Chrome Heart belt
Art show traphouse, making art sales
My nigga Ls in the hood selling—
My nigga L— my nigga Ls in the hood selling pitbulls, tryna catch a sale
Lace cover up her nipples 'til she on her belly
Upping prices on these niggas, fuck Martin Shkreli
Conversations with her friends, I think my shawty jelly
Hit that jump shot, then I hit my celly
Shawty said she wanna fuck, so I booked the telly
Shawty pulled up on me, she know I been ready
Call me Ready Freddy
Yeah, I might eat the booty 'cause that shit be jelly
Yeah, this the next day, we gonna go to Albert's
Spending all this money on her, yeah, she think it's ours
Damn, this time flying, I done checked the hours
Hell yeah, 1c growing bigger, filling up the conference
[Rio Da Yung OG:]
You tryna get less than a chicken, meet me at the office
He seen lil' bro face on the lick, bro, we had to off him
I got Von with me, you know he happily toss it
My Mexican got a nine of Act', I'm finna grab it off him
This a Chrome Heart ten milli', straight from Matty Boy
I got a quarter-million dollar car, you a jelly boy
My daddy smacks up my oil too, I'm my daddy boy
In traffic, four Maybach trucks, how many Caddies? Four
And they all V's
This young nigga just called me Ganger, finna call Veeze
Who the fuck is he?
I'm smoking Blacks, popping pills, drinking drank, I don't fuck with weed
Every bitch I done hit raw
Every bitch I hit raw since I came home stuck with me
I got 'em all pregnant
They shot the dreads out his head with the 9, bullet was bald-headed
All twenty-dollar bills, this a tall seventy
[xaviersobased:]
My mans on the lookout
We got 'em shook out, bitch, I bought a book out
They didn't use to look, but they gotta look now
Can't come get food, we got this bitch booked out
You would've thought it was a cookout
.38 Special on me, niggas need to come down
They was always wary of me, nigga, 'cause I stood out
(I said that, I said that, reset)
Better watch out how I say it, don't wanna go to Hell
Bro locked up, wan' break him out of jail
FaceTime shawty while they do my nails
Furry baby on me, make her wag her tail
Posted in that Benz, I'll do that dash for real
Yeah, for real
