Chrome Hxrts Lyrics

Rock Chrome Heart

Cus a young nigga got a chrome heart

Since a youngin always knew I'd go up

Before I knew the real I had to grow up

Curving all the bitches saying how a nigga glowed up

Pour four up, get in my feelings pour lean all in my soda

Yeah

Now the whips coming with the door up

Back then they ain't even know us

Now I drop some shit they want more of

And I told them niggas better slide when you in the hood

Nigga never slip

I told them niggas yeah I'm too lit

Might spend a backend on my bitch

I'm tryna have money fuck problems

Only problem is a nigga too rich

Niggas tried to catch us lacking, you wish

My brodie back there with a switch

I close my eyes but I can't cry

I got some niggas that I still miss

All up in my head, tryna face fear

I pour the sprite up with the tris

Real rockstar

Said imma be that when I grow up

Real rockstar

I sip the drink I don't even throw up

Brodie popped some pills

It fucked em up, now I don't even know em

And back then we ain't have shit

Tryna eat now, so we road run

And the wockhardt got me gone I'm slippin

That blunt gon hit the head and then I'm trippin

That bitch yeah she did it

My bitch want some ass-shots she get it

I be tricking gotta spoil all my women, yeah

Yeah

That drink hit I went missing on my bitch

We romancing she get nasty when she dancing on that dick

I need a mansion fore' I die

I put a mansion on my wrist

I got Dior for cologne man I feel handsome in this bitch

Ass so fat you need a panoramic camera for that shit

Pussy soaking I be surfing feel Atlantic in that shit

And she look, I break her down

I'm a mechanic in that

Put her in diamonds, she a glacier

Put Titanic in that

She want that new drip

She want new bags

You know I buy it all

I might pop a X, hop on a jet

It got me nodding off

Brodie off them tens

He pop em back to back like Tylenol

Devil tryna get me

Sippin wocky just to fight em off

Been feeling stuck nigga

I cut em off because of money

Paper cuts nigga

I took my time and shit got better

Why the rush nigga

Bro got paranoia round them niggas

Keep it tucked with em

Yeah

Now the whips coming with the door up

Back then they ain't even know us

Now I drop some shit they want more of

And I told them niggas better slide when you in the hood

Nigga never slip

I told them niggas yeah I'm too lit

Might spend a backend on my bitch

I'm tryna have money fuck problems

Only problem is a nigga too rich

Niggas tried to catch us lacking, you wish

My brodie back there with a switch

I close my eyes but I can't cry

I got some niggas that I still miss

All up in my head, tryna face fear

I pour the sprite up with the tris

Real rockstar

Said imma be that when I grow up

Real rockstar

I sip the drink I don't even throw up

Brodie popped some pills

It fucked em up, now I don't even know em

And back then we ain't have shit

Tryna eat now, so we road run

And the wockhardt got me gone I'm slippin

That blunt gon hit the head and then I'm trippin

That bitch yeah she did it

My bitch want some ass-shots she get it

I be tricking gotta spoil all my women, yeah

That drink hit I went missing on my bitch

We romancing she get nasty when she dancing on that dick

I need a mansion fore' I die

I put a mansion on my wrist

I got Dior for cologne man I feel handsome in this bitch