HGC2
I know that you really want me to come over
Glock on my hip
Hmm hmm
Chip on my shoulder
Keys to the whip
Hmm hmm
Keys to the Rover
Heart on my sleeve
Hmm hmm
Heart gettin colder
I got a whip but my heart to cold so I might run it over
I'm in the Scat I'm doing the dash the police might pull me over
These red bottoms no red boots these no Red Octobers
Carry that shit on my mafucking shoulder
I might just carry that shit till it's over
My heart getting colder
I'm sipping on Joder
I already told her
I'm finna come over
Lil boy you better go get to your racks
Smoking that nigga we put him in packs
Smoking these niggas you know that's a fact
Fuck all that bull shit I'm breaking her back
Fucking that bitch and you know I ain't sober
I'm in that big body Scat like a boulder
Oh that's your bitch and you know she a flirt
Kicking that hoe in the mafucking dirt
Pull up with Glocks and Dracs yea we murk
In this bih rapping just call me Lil Durk
We pull up and shoot at your head not your shirt
I'm on this beat spazzing like I'm off a Perc
I know you really want me to come over
Glock on my hip
Hmm hmm
Chip on my shoulder
Keys to the whip
Hmm hmm
Keys to the Rover
Heart on my sleeve
Hmm hmm
Heart gettin colder
Yeah my heart gettin colder
Pushing this weight off my shoulders
The way I be sippin this lean
Make me wanna put dick in her spleen
Woah
Might just OD
Took about 50 Perkys
Yo bitch said she love me she think I'm a king
I pull up and ball 24 Kobe
Woah
Heart gettin colder
Glock on my hip
Hmm hmm
Chip on my shoulder
Keys to the whip
Hmm hmm
Keys to the Rover
Heart on my sleeve
Hmm hmm
Heart gettin colder
I got a whip but my heart to cold so I might run it over
I'm in the Scat I'm doing the dash the police might pull me over
These red bottoms no red boots these no Red Octobers
Carry that shit on my mafucking shoulder
I might just carry that shit till it's over
My heart getting colder
I'm sipping on Joder
I already told her
I'm finna come over
Lil boy you better go get to your racks
Smoking that nigga we put him in packs
Smoking these niggas you know that's a fact
Fuck all that bull shit I'm breaking her back
Fucking that bitch and you know I ain't sober
I'm in that big body Scat like a boulder
Oh that's your bitch and you know she a flirt
Kicking that hoe in the mafucking dirt
Pull up with Glocks and Dracs yea we murk
In this bih rapping just call me Lil Durk
We pull up and shoot at your head not your shirt
I'm on this beat spazzing like I'm off a Perc
I know you really want me to come over
Glock on my hip
Hmm hmm
Chip on my shoulder
Keys to the whip
Hmm hmm
Keys to the Rover
Heart on my sleeve
Hmm hmm
Heart gettin colder
Yeah my heart gettin colder
Pushing this weight off my shoulders
The way I be sippin this lean
Make me wanna put dick in her spleen
Woah
Might just OD
Took about 50 Perkys
Yo bitch said she love me she think I'm a king
I pull up and ball 24 Kobe
Woah
Heart gettin colder
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Writer(s): Amari Johnson
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