Bhrome Heart

(Oh Ard)

(Damn cheme)

Yeah it’s me

(Come here)

(Ayo Saint)

Crash Out Boy

How the fuck they try to Bip me I’m the Bipper like the fuck type time they on

I pop out gen 5 43x til the fucking rocket launch

(Walalalalalala)

Just got a new drop, kill a new opp, my lil thot line what I want

Put shit together, got my shooters paidrole they on the run

I swear to uh.

Bouncin’ out the V helped make my shooters relationship

(I swear to god)

You ain’t get in that V so why the fuck you saying shit

Shit I just sent a blitz bro hawk em’ down and came back with a bone

Im a self made zombie walking having lick do drills alone

On drills in ChromeHeart

Think you the shit you not the fart

Pop outside when it get dark

Them 7-6-2’s they get sharp, shark teeth

Bed rocking oppas to the fucking cradle

Pour a four of Wokhardt mix it with the Tris inside the Faygo

Percocet stay on my mind I don’t know why I can’t get no sleep

Brodie say he on my ass greet with a blick whenever we meet (On What)

Damn I got my momma mad I put Two Four K Gold my Teeth

I done tat dope on my face cause I put dugg up on these streets

On what?

On Foe N em’ ****, The Fuck!