Chrome No Heart

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (hurt, what it do?)
It's Smoove' L, the big four, y'all know how I'm comin' (uh-uh)
Ah, ah, let's go (what up Foster?)

I cannot see with these VVs on me, my whole body be lit up
Rockin' some shit you ain't seen with a baddie
If she in my passenger, that mean I hit her
I can't be playin' these bitches too close
I'ma - her one time and then I'ma forget her
I put the chrome on my head and my heart in my pocket
'Cause these - yeah, yeah)

New G-Wag' and the inside tough
Cartier watch and this shit be bust
I hit that - bitch while she was cuffed
So my own bitch I can't trust
Boy, I'll spazz on this beat like I'm Mad Max
I cannot speak for the freak with a Cashapp
I keep the blicky, for oppers I'll blast that
I do the hip with the stick and a dab

I hold my Glock real tight, I do not rock Off-White
I am a thief in the night, I got Amiri's and Mike's
I hold my Glock real tight, I do not rock Off-White
I am a thief in the night, and my bitch put the "N" in the nice

If she fine, I'ma put her in Dior and then I'ma marry her
If she fine, I'ma put her in Dior and then I'ma marry her
If she fine, she need a - who raw
A - who straight out the four
I might buy her Chanel when I'm bored (let's go)
If she fine

I can't be fuckin' these bitches, they only gon' just eat it up
Barely be flashin' my money 'cause nowadays
All of these bitches let broke -
I see the opp and I say wassup, I'm in this club and my shit be tucked
You know I don't play around, the first - play around
I'm with the -, get his mouth, I buss 'em

Who said she can't take - because she took it
I'm the type that go buy me a Lambo, get mad 'cause they lookin' (yeah)
- hatin' on me 'cause I got me some racks and they couldn't
I bet I take no check before I get checked
- twelve, we fuck central bookings

I hold my Glock real tight, I do not rock Off-White
I am a thief in the night, I got Amiri's and Mike's
I hold my Glock real tight, I do not rock Off-White
I am a thief in the night, and my bitch put the "N" in the nice

If she fine, I'ma put her in Dior and then I'ma marry her
If she fine, I'ma put her in Dior and then I'ma marry her
If she fine, she need a - who raw
A - who straight out the four
I might buy her Chanel when I'm bored
If she fine

If she fine



Credits
Writer(s): Lefty Sanders, Zachary D Foster, Ryan O'neil, Aaron Gilfenbain
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