Heart Chrome ft. Bucks Lyrics

She like, bae, why when I call you, you don't pick up your phone

I'm sorry, baby, I don't mean it, I'm just in my zone

Big 50 on the 23, with switchy the slide chrome

You mention bro and we gon' crash, we gon' pull up crack, his dome

Why you dissin' on the net, if you know that ain't what you on?

I smoke gas by the day, every day, a young nigga be stoned

Heart chrome on my tee, and Balenci' on my feet

Pick up your bitch like come with me, we finna trick-or-treat

No, but can't treat a trick

Can't go out,with no blick

Why the fuck you on my dick?

No, diddy

I pull up with the switch on my mama, I get busy

I know lil' bro be on that, he gon' buck shots till it's empty

Huh, okay?

Bucks cannot crash about no pussy, yeah, he gettin' dough

Tryna play brody on Back field, just know you gettin' smoked

Tryna stack it up for a reason, know I don't really need my bros

Check out the gang, cause yeah, we really known for puttin' shit on

Wake up to the bag, I really, yeah, just really want some more

Oh God, God, God, Goddamn

Okay, okay

Why you dissin' on the net if you know that ain't what you on?

I smoke gas by the day, every day, a young nigga be stoned

Heart chrome on my tee,and Balenci, on my feet

Heart, heart chrome on my tee, and Balenci, on my feet