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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drakeo the Ruler
Vocals
Pressa
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darrell Caldwell
Songwriter
Diego Avendano
Songwriter
Joel Banks
Songwriter
Quinton Gardner
Songwriter
Rafael German Valdes
Songwriter
Samuel Ahana
Songwriter
Taylor Banks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bankroll Got It
Producer
DJ Swish
Producer
Diego Ave
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Any **** mean muggin' gon' be target practice
She's a roller, she be fuckin' all the rappers
Capper, I just put scuff marks on my Forgiatos (Diego)
Look at my wrist, bitch, I clearly just won the lotto (Bankroll)
Fully auto, gave him smokey off Gelato
You seen my interviews? I am not no role model
This F&N does not fit with Foamposites
My shooter ain't showin' no love, he chrome-hearted
He really brainless, he came in with no knowledge
A mud sipper, I ain't never been to college
Ain't got the time to say you should've went to rob me
The type of **** get his fingernails polished
[Chorus]
My shooter ain't showin' no love, he chrome-hearted
Don't blink wrong, it's a split your dome party
Look at my wrist, I ain't seein' no problems
If we pull up on the scene, you done dada
My shooter ain't showin' no love, he chrome-hearted
Don't blink wrong, it's a split your dome party
Look at my wrist, I ain't seein' no problems
If we pull up on the scene, you done dada
Shit, ****, my shooter ain't showin' no love, he chrome-hearted, **** (Chrome-hearted, Pressa)
If we pull up on the scene, you done dada (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Put the switch on the Glock, fully auto (Auto)
Put exotic in the jet like Ralo (Ralo)
TSA and I'm feelin' like Apollo
Bricks comin' in, goin' out by tomorrow, lil' ****
Keep a Drac' in the city like I'm Aubrey
Hah, how much **** 'round me caught a body
Beat go crazy, who that? Bankroll Got It
Bitch, I feel like Bobby 'cause I'm shootin' up this lobby
Fuckin' with me, we on your neck, we on your collar
See how this glizzy have a bitch **** crawlin', hah
We was hangin' out the window, we was wildin'
Chop go crazy, made a million in the 'partments
Tell you how live, Glock by the rib
FN XD with the SIG
Crodie shootin' out with the pigs
Livin' with the junkie in the trap, she need a fix
I show you how to turn an eighteen to a thirty-six
[Chorus]
My shooter ain't showin' no love, he chrome-hearted
Don't blink wrong, it's a split your dome party
Look at my wrist, I ain't seein' no problems
If we pull up on the scene, you done dada
My shooter ain't showin' no love, he chrome-hearted
Don't blink wrong, it's a split your dome party
Look at my wrist, I ain't seein' no problems
If we pull up on the scene, you done dada
Shit, ****, my shooter ain't showin' no love, he chrome-hearted, ****
If we pull up on the scene, you done dada
Written by: Avendano Diego Javier, Darrell Caldwell, Germán Valdés, Joel Banks, Quinton Gardner, Samuel Ahana, Taylor Banks