CHROME HEART ft. Colossal Chop Lyrics

Let's get it, let's get it

Ooh, that boy spent a Curry

Prada shirt, Prada kicks, bet your bitch proud of me

Had to run it up for the fuck niggas doubted me

Cartier the frames, I see niggas watchin

Big Glock on the nigga for you niggas plottin

(Woo)

Made it rain in your fuckin' section

Yeah, stackin' ones up like it's fuckin' Tetris

Yeah, got them fuckin' racks in the mattress

I done seen this shit in my fuckin' future

Yeah, talkin' to your bitch like I'm Martin Luther

Yeah, told that bitch I got big dreams

So I, yeah, went and bought big bling

Nigga yeah, championship like it's Super Bowl

Yeah, got your bitch at the finish line

Yeah, lil' bitch, yeah, we don't dinner dine

Yeah, pull up with the food like Uber Eats

What you need? Big chop, nigga ain't no fuckin' leeches

In my fuckin' circle

Cartier, big buffs, call me Chop Urkel

Yeah, lil' nigga, talking down, we'll hurt you

Yeah, in this bitch flexin' on these niggas

Yeah, I feel like Kurt Angle

Yeah, lil' nigga, I got stripes like the Bengals

Lil' nigga, put it on your head, ain't no singles

Couple hundred thousand, nigga, yeah, I'm ballin

Stack that lil' shit to the mountains, Chop

Yeah, bitch, TrillFamilia shit, my nigga Chop in here with his ice on

Throwing blue strips on the bitch, we at the blue flame

It's a lot of rounds in this whip with some good aim

I just popped a perc, got a pistol, I feel like Max Payne

Smellin' like Dior in the jewelry store, I might buy a plain

Plug love throwin' me packs, I make them disappear

I be way too paranoid, bitch, you ain't come here

She can suck dick and don't complain, still won't buy her hair

Tried to block my shot, broke his legs, now he Kevin Ware

Yeah, get him out of there, these glasses on me, Cartier

This wide-body hard to steer

When I was broke, they ain't care

Now I got thousand-dollar shoes, I don't even wear

Ever since I lost my brother, Yo, this shit be kind of hard

I can pull it up out my pocket, I can swipe the card

Trappin' in a Chrome Heart hoodie, but I ain't got a heart

Bro, up'd a fifty on the Gram, got they pride hurtin

I can make the pack jump in the air, like it's crowd surfing

Scrilla, yeah, Trill Famafia shit man

Let that shit ride Cartel