I Heard

Lyrics

[Intro] (I love you Ryo) Yeah, huh, yeah, huh Rockstar chains on my body [Verse] Rockstar, I spent ten bands at the mall Twenty-five bands on your head, huh, multiply two, now they double Nigga wanna hang with the mob, yeah, nigga can't get in the huddle It's like ever since I got rich nigga, I want [a full diamond bezel?] Sildin' outside with them cutters Millions, I'll fuck on your mother Me and my brother, we came from the gutter Them young niggas ain't loyal, they snaking each other I'm spreading millions, this money like butter This shit ain't for you, she know she can't come Wear a Plan B, I don't wanna' have a son I put the scarf on her head like a nun None of you niggas ain't talking 'bout nun' I'm on the block, I'm keeping my gun I told Hell these niggas my son Smokin' exotic, it fuck up my lungs Play with the mob, get ready to run I put a switch on the back of the gun That bitch shoot like, "brrrrt" You know she a groupie, you know she gon' suck We got the sticks for whoever wan' buck Bitch you ain't nun', I'm just tryna' catch my nut Shooting the Glock so a nigga gotta' duck it I talk to his soul, call me David Ruffin They was never in the street, niggas be bluffing I'm spending money, a hundred ain't nothing She walking past and I look at her butt Yeah I'm having paper, I could buy you some stuff Bnb, it look like a mansion You could've went up with us No- no, they ain't fucking with us Huh, I pull the sticks out the trunk Babywoah, hell no, I ain't pulling no stunts Hell rolling exotic blunts I miss my bitches, just call me a mutt Chrome Heart bracelet, diamonds in the ruff Twenty-three racks at Icebox I gotta' pop, it's been too long You gotta' chill, bitch hold on I'm feeling high, I'm so gone I can't even pop it with no ho Money messenger like a [?] We smoking dead man just like a bong Money on me, I flex on 'em like So' Bad bitches, hit them in a row Drac' in the Moncler coat Know a nigga steal from the store I only told you because I got on I fuck her good, she say it's in her stomach You feeling my partners girl, I ain't no dummy I been in the streets and these niggas some phonies I pin the ho down then I take the ho bowling What you wan' do? Young nigga sliding through [?] in the coupe Play with the gang, take your top off like toup I was just locked up, I just selling soup Then I came home and blew up like a nuke Fifth day out, I'm locked in the stu' Drop racks on your head and I bet it be poo Mobb shit like free [?] "You ain't finna fire off shit", nigga who? I ain't even hit the bitch, I heard she was loose I ain't even hit the bitch, I heard she was loose I ain't even hit the bitch, I heard she was loose I ain't even hit the bitch, I heard she was loose