Bhrome Hearts

Lyrics

[Intro: Beno] (Jose the Plug) Know I'm Chrome Heart rockin' (Every time I come in the kitchen, your ass in the kitchen) Louis Vuitton shoppin' Right [Verse 1: Beno] I told him play it bool 'fore I up my— She know I hit the road, she want Golden Sun My lil' bitch, she smooth, she a one-of-one Bitch, open up your mouth, I bust on your tongue [Verse 2: Drego] Man, I'm all on the interstate, I can't kick it Goddamn, that pussy fat, can I stick it? Know I'm Bhrome Heart shoppin', bag of blow coppin' I can't sell it like this, watch me rerock it [Verse 3: Beno] My blick came with two bodies, bitch head too sloppy Sellin' Instagram, this shit done 'came a nigga new hobby Hit that shit one more time and get it off for thе high Sellin dope on the sidе, it's kind hard to try and hide [Verse 4: Drego] Boy, bitch, I'm left lane livin', the cocaine, seal it I get it, I lock it, you can't even sniff it Real street nigga, I talk it, I live it Your shit ain't even good, they get it, they livid Baby, can you stuff this bag in your hoohah? Heard you can dance on the lil' shit like two times From the freshest out, I'm givin' deals, just bring your coupon Try to send the package, intercepted, Desmond Trufant [Verse 5: Beno] Right, my bitch ain't trippin' on no hoes, yeah, she know I'm pimpin' I'm sellin' dope on the side for a better livin' Told God please forgive me 'cause He know I'm sinnin' This bitch say my dick good, yeah, it's finger lickin' All I really need is fiends, I don't need no niggas I'm workin' with this triple beam, it's gon' be a minute Never rode the pine, I was always in the game If that's rap don't work, I'll turn to Low Down Dirty Shame I don't believe you, dog, yeah, you runnin' game On the strip boolin', me and Trez and Baby Dame Send this brick lopside 'cause that's how it came Boy, you know that's topside, don't put that on my name [Verse 6: Drego] Man, put the dog on a leash, it's kinda hard to tame Bitch, I played the five, you the sixth man, Marlon Wayans For that pape', I have 'em slidin', nigga, broad day Have him bangin' up your whip and he don't even bang Ups and downs, rich, broke, rich, but I don't never change Know you takin' real road trips, it's only two lanes My brother sprained his wrist whippin', cookin' up a Mulsanne Uh, I can see this shit vivid like a Blu-ray Your bitch only give me top like a toupée Got my young bitch trappin' on a school day Got the trap goin' up on a Tuesday You got them killers on your side, that's what you say Don't get your ass in a bind like some loose pape' Young niggas can't do the time, so they do statements