Chrome Heart Lyrics

One to the dome one to the head, I be in the stu with my producer, shoutout my nigga Fred

If you slide on mine then I can't stop until you niggas dead

If you slide on mine then I can't stop until I see it's red

All you niggas dead Keep my bitches fed, You niggas goin' fed, All you niggas f****

All you pussies scared We got lots of mags

And we stay' prepared Like G Herbo, bitch I'm blackin' out

I just hit a lick up on the opps, he shouldn't be lackin' now

Me and Guap walk right in the club, they not pattin' down

With my guap, all I spend is dubs, is how I'm Mackin' now

99, overall not no scrub, bitch I'm maxin' out

Everybody keep on askin' me for a feature, bitch I'm taxin' now

Told my hoes, give a f**k how I treat em', don't be actin' out

Wok hard, all up in my cup, I wish that ACT was out

Rock hard, you know she a slut, I blew her back right out

Trae Young, when I'm in the A, I bring the Mac right out

Steph Curry, when I'm in the Bay, I bring the strap right out

Perk 30's, I know where to get em', just bring the map right out

Rockin' chrome heart, got a stone heart

She want me to go and paint her face like I'm Mozart

Walk right to the ring like I'm Keith, ain't talkin' Cozart

Bitch, I'm talkin' Lee, bitch, I feel like Jackie Chan

Shooting like Spike Lee, kick it like Jet Li

Bitch, I make my own calls, f**k a referee

Bitch, I need my own ball, you can't hoop with me

You ain't better than no perc, bitch, so it ain't s**t you can do for me

Shout out my shooters, they shoot for me

You know The Good Boy, he ain't shootin' for free

Wrkshop shift, take a trip to the D

Freaky lil' b**ch, take a trip for the D

Feel like I'm Kodak, I hit the bop

Every time I'm outside with the glizzy on me

You already know that she a thot, every time I pull up, the glizzy, she eat

Uh, chrome heart, uh

F**k these hoes, I got a stone heart

That b**ch a bench warmer, told that lil' ho, don't start

N****s, they don't wanna smoke, I know they won't start

Every day I gotta smoke my weed

Told my b**ch I love her every day

Told her, please don't leave

Told my b**ch, let's f**k in every way

I pull out her weave

You gotta bob and weave, feds chasin

They ain't catchin' me

Sippin' liquor straight, no, I ain't chasin

Old b**ch ain't over me

B*tches wanna f**k with all mighty

Gotta pay that fee

N****s wanna try to go f**k my b**ch

And end up right up on a Tee

N****s wanna try, uh

N****s wanna, uh

N****s wanna try, uh....... But they can't