CHr0M3 H34rts Wh1t3 t33

Lyrics

[Hook] Hopped out the Porsche, who the fuck could it be? Hi-C the G.O.A.T., all these hoes getting creased BAPEs-BAPEs on my feet and Evisu the jeans Broke ass nigga never seen a hundred G's Fake trap nigga, boy, you never seen a P Walked in the mall, up a whole twenty piece Talk to me nice, bitch, or don't talk to me Playing with your nose, broke bitch, you a fiend H- [Intro] (SGT-HI-C) Yeah I ain't goin' back to bein' broke I ain't goin' back to bein' broke I ain't goin', I ain't goin' I-I ain't goin', I ain't goin' I ain't goin', I ain't goin' I-I ain't goin', I ain't goin' (Heaven or Hell) I ain't goin' (Let's rock), I-I ain't goin' [Verse] Yеah I-I ain't goin' back to bein' broke Hit first, pass the bitch to my bros Bitch got good brain, honor roll Nigga goin' out so pitiful Put his hands on his bitch, got еxposed Rick-Ricky O shell toes Kickin' shit like I'm in a dojo Pockets fat like sumo Ol-old school hot rod, inferno Old school Monte-Monte Carlo Big wheels sittin' on 24" Redeye, hit the-hit the turbo Let's go, let-let's go Let's go, let-let's go Let's go, let-let's go She say I'm a jerk, I don't dance Bih from Brazil and my jeans from Japan Fli-flight first class, pour a four when we land Fo-four pockets full with them big rubber bands Stuck to the script, bitch, I stuck to the plan Ice bright as hell, leave you blind from a glance Chain like the sun, shit might give you a tan High off them stamps, got my eyes in a slant I don't even try, I just swag on the beat Top-top from a freak, then I'm gone, keep it brief "Hi-C, you broke", what the fuck do you mean? Gold-gold cap shrooms in the tea got me geeked So high up, outer space, out of reach Get to the bag, how to swag, I can teach Boy broke as hell, you a bum, you a leech K-KD of za in the Wood and it reek Came with the sheets, not the type that you read Tab on my tongue, now I'm too high to speak Tat-tats on my skin, inked up to the brink Fuck how you feel, nigga, fuck what you think Hop out the Porsche, who the fuck could it be? Hi-C the G.O.A.T., all these hoes getting creased BAPE-BAPEs on my feet and Evisu the jeans Broke ass niggas never seen a hundred G's Fake trap nigga, boy, you never seen a P Walked in the mall, up a whole twenty piece Talk to me nice, bitch, or don't talk to me Playing with your nose, broke bitch, you a fiend Hit after hit, damn, my sound so unique Sniff after sniff up your nose 'til it bleed Bitch daddy rich, she spending all his money On them fake ass tits, BBL surgeries Finna wrap it up, bitch, you not burnin' me Car-car push to start, I do not turn a key Wrist worth a brick, damn, my watch worth a key Hi-C, I'm the shit, these rap niggas can't compete No, lil bro, you cannot get a feat Fake ass drank, no, you not serving me Bullets fly like birds and they sting like bees Big-big ass chop and it sing do-re-mi Pull up to the scene, Chrome Heart white tee All I do is get guap, fuck hoes, and repeat All I do is get guap, fuck hoes, make 'em leave Geek-geeked on the shroom, now my thoughts so serene Let's go, let-let's go Let's go, let's go