Full Metal Heart Lyrics

It's P£Ri nice to

Meet ya'

Don't talk to shawty might deceive her

See how you're looking eyes are evil

It's P£Ri nice to meet ya'

I'm with this UK eater

Say she like my lingo

Bitch I say tomato!

Know I rep the Eagle

But I fuck wit Range Rovers

Don't do a chase this is not a chauffeur

Get you chain soakin'

Now your days is over

My money walk with leather fishnets all over

Pull up not a thang a sober

Club pogo

Now that bitch wide open!

They moving slow mo'

I'm on potion nitrogen

Your wife a hoe-hoe

Her legs is not closin'

You wanna cop some loud I then weigh it proper

You wanna cop some loud then I weigh it proper!

Eating good get on mi Bag poppa

But it bring the Heat like Dj Drama

Every day I go through that nostalgia

But I smoke like I ain't got no asthma

On god they tryna bomb us

Zip it up like its a fucking hazmat

Stuck up on this cellphone

If u could Sort Me out I need a drop soon

I know my place but know that you is not a goon

You better chill before the mandem turn platoon

You better chill you sound like you warm up a spoon

In the city don't act a fool just look for food!

Shady business

Fuck the Feds we Scooby Doo

Mystery Machine and the snack a baddie too

Mean motor

My estime meaner

She how I talk

I like her demeanour

I need big traction I'm going in deeper

Deep in my ways I'm going round circles

Yeah I'm going round circles

Steppin' on shells but ain't seen no turtle

I'm thinkin I'm Franklin

How I'm smoking on Purple

They ain't fucking with me Steve Urkel

Did that shit then I'm back in skrt mode

I was Taking that risk you was giving me Sermons

I'm picking up shells like a motherfuckin' Hermit

I made you my bitch and you took it for granted

Made you my slut and you took it for certain

Now you gotta top me like I'm topping this gram up

Meds in a box like a mofockin Grandma

Talkin in numbers forgot about Grammar

I'm in the streets till I get me a Grammy

Fuck Industry till I get my A Grammy

Can't fall asleep in the trap lil baby

At night gotta get up and stack shit baby

The Hill is steep when you slide lil baby

Need a baddie on my side lil brazy

I'll chill

If I wanna see me a heaven

I'm fucking these hoes six days outta seven

If you ain't exclusive

Options I got several

If you come bullshit

Then I swear you get severed

If I give you my phone

Don't you blow up my celly

But if I call

You best pick up in a second

Hat on my face like it's Texas

Harlem Shakin' through the pressure

It's me and my bitch in a Tesla

If there's a issue then you just text me

Kick it! I'm doing em dirts

Kick in the door and I'm doing em dirty

No shooter no thirty

Just me and this poker

Under your chin

Right where I poke ya'

Zaza smoking

Damn right it's potent

But

If you want the cheap shit then I could serve y'a

Ring ring

Top of the hill Yeah and I got service

Yeah Yeah

She want me near her cervix

And she damn near gorgeous

What can I say? Yesserski

They got gloves and blades but they ain't surgeons

Soldier Boyz talking with the Serpent

All equal ain't fucking with the servants

She thinks that I'm too certy

Her 5 inch nails

And she can barely scratch the surface

I don't ride the wave that your surfin'

I think that she too salty

If show her how I'm really swervin'

In the deadliest seat just lurking