Chrome Hearts ft. Nantai Kartier Lyrics

(Tags)

(I'm rockin' chrome heart tags)

(I'm rockin' chrome heart tags)

(Bandz)

(I'm rockin' chrome heart tags)

(Banz)

(I'm rockin' chrome heart tags)

Extendo, stop playing & drop that shit

(I'm rockin' chrome heart tags)

I'm rockin' chrome heart tags

I'm rockin' chrome heart tags

Live at the strip, we smokin' on gas

Last year, I was on my ass

I'm too lit, now I can't go back

Trevor Lawrence, I ball like the Jags

Ksubi jeans, pockets stuffed with them racks

Want problems, then twin get the strap

Shoutout to Santana, he just left the trap

Never thought that I'd make it in rap

Now I've gotten this shit, all facts

Got me used to my bitch, that's cap

I got Chrome on me, not Gap

In my bag like I look for the map

I smoke weed everyday to relax

I sold you the pound, but it's tax

Venus and Rinna, I stay with them racks

Mitchell & Ness, these niggas be cappin

They cappin', they tellin' them lies

My color like Frieza, my neck on Vegeta

That's why this lil' bitch on my side

We all movin' militant, nigga be vigilant

My niggas ready to slide

Them niggas said they gon' get me

Ain't touch me & trust me

I'm not really that hard to find

Need a new AP

That's flooded and busted and gushin

I don't give a fuck about the time

I feel like Young Thugger, I put on my brothers out

Doin' anything for my motherfuckin' slime

These bitches suckin' for clout, that shit gettin' played out

So my nigga, she gon' be a dime

She know that she love it, she know she gon' bust it

When I put this V on my spine

I'm rockin' chrome heart tags

Live at the strip, we smokin' on gas

Last year, I was on my ass

I'm too lit, now I can't go back

Trevor Lawrence, I ball like the Jags

Ksubi jeans, pockets stuffed with them racks

Want problems, then twin get the strap

Shoutout to Santana, he just left the trap

(Got Santana out the trap)

These bitches too loud, got clouds all around my weed

Got blue 100s on the jeans, got blue 100s jeans

Better ask me again, it's time to say please

She my vibe, a new frequency

These niggas gon' lie, so frequently

Take off to the sky, all flights on me

I'm Kartier, up in Bakeridge

I'm Kartier, gon' drop bands on the team

Got a style that drags, I'm Rich

Nigga, take a wood to the the head, I'm lit

So fire, like there ain't no beat

I'm too flame on this shit

Too much game in this bitch

We got mad plays in this bitch

Part two Rave in this bitch

Part two Rave in this bitch

Look at the PC, it do cost a car

Look at the 3P, I triple the bar

Open the gate, not lettin' the cars

I just been passin', don't care about the cost

All of these niggas be livin' on pause

I just be with the gang, can't think about a loss

Show to a shoe how we really perform

Came for the day, so we couldn't afford

Kartier

Bandz

It's Kartier

Bandz

I'm Kartier

Bandz

Bandz

Bandz

(Alright, thats it)