CHr0M3 H34rts Wh1t3 t33 lyrics

[Hook]
Hopped out the Porsche, who the f*ck could it be?
Hi-C the G.O.A.T, all these hoes getting creased
BAPEs-BAPEs on my feet and Evisu the jeans
Broke ass n*gga never seen a hundred G's
Fake trap n*gga, boy, you never seen a P
Walked in the mall, up a whole twenty piece
Talk to me nice, b*tch, or don't talk to me
Playing with your nose, broke b*tch, you a fiend

[Reprise]
(SGT-HI-C)
Yeah
I ain't goin' back to bein' broke
I ain't goin' back to bein' broke
I ain't goin', I ain't goin'
I-I ain't goin', I ain't goin'
I ain't goin', I ain't goin'
I-I ain't goin', I ain't goin' (Heaven or Hell)
I ain't goin' (Let's rock), I ain't goin'

[Verse]
Yеah
I-I ain't goin' back to bein' broke
Hit first, pass the b*tch to my bros
b*tch got good brain, honor roll
n*gga goin' out so pitiful
Put his hands on his b*tch, got еxposed
Rick-Ricky O shell toes
Kickin' sh*t like I'm in a dojo
Pockets fat like sumo
Ol-old school hot rod, inferno
Old school Monte-Monte Carlo
Big wheels sittin' on 24"
Redeye, hit the-hit the turbo
Let's go, let-let's go
Let's go, let-let's go
Let's go, let-let's go
She say I'm a j*rk, I don't dance
Bih from Brazil and my jeans from Japan
Fli-flight first class, pour a four when we land
Fo-four pockets full with them big rubber bands
Stuck to the script, b*tch, I stuck to the plan
Ice bright as hell, leave you blind from a glance
Chain like the sun, sh*t might give you a tan
High off them stamps, got my eyes in a slant
I don't even try, I just swag on the beat
Top-top from a freak, then I'm gone, keep it brief
"Hi-C, you broke", what the f*ck do you mean?
Gold-gold cap shrooms in the tea got me geeked
So high up, outer space, out of reach
Get to the bag, how to swag, I can teach
Boy broke as hell, you a bum, you a leech
K-KD of za in the Wood and it reek
Came with the sheets, not the type that you read
Tab on my tongue, now I'm too high to speak
Tat-tats on my skin, inked up to the brink
f*ck how you feel, n*gga, f*ck what you think
Hop out the Porsche, who the f*ck could it be?
Hi-C the G.O.A.T, all these hoes getting creased
BAPE-BAPEs on my feet and Evisu the jeans
Broke ass n*ggas never seen a hundred G's
Fake trap n*gga, boy, you never seen a P
Walked in the mall, up a whole twenty piece
Talk to me nice, b*tch, or don't talk to me
Playing with your nose, broke b*tch, you a fiend
Hit after hit, damn, my sound so unique
Sniff after sniff up your nose 'til it bleed
b*tch daddy rich, she spending all his money
On them fake ass tits, BBL surgeries
Finna wrap it up, b*tch, you not burnin' me
Car-car push to start, I do not turn a key
Wrist worth a brick, damn, my watch worth a key
Hi-C, I'm the sh*t, these rap n*ggas can't compete
No, lil bro, you cannot get a feat
Fake ass drank, no, you not serving me
Bullets fly like birds and they sing like me
Big-big ass chop and it sing do-re-mi
Pull up to the scene, Chrome Heart white tee
All I do is get guap, f*ck hoes, and repeat
All I do is get guap, f*ck hoes, make 'em leave
Geek-geeked on the shroom, now my thoughts so serene
Let's go, let-let's go
Let's go, let's go