MOZART! lyrics

[Intro]
(Y2, is that you?)
(Ayy, Cv, you cooked this?)

[Chorus: SoFaygo & yoaugusto]
And I know she want me, I get it
Because all my pockets greened up
Oh no, no, I'm not talking 'bout lettuce
If that boy try to snake, I behead 'em
Got that burner on me, just a heads up
Man, that chopper gon' clap with no hands
Now that lil' boy, he doing his dance
And I'm feeling like f*ck all my friends
I'ma still count up my bands
I don't know why these n*ggas faking, they always end up f*cked up in the end
Okay, and I'm loving, I'm loving this guap, and I'm matching and mixing these brands
And I told that b*tch that I really don't love her, I'm passing that ho to my mans
And that girl got a cold heart, Chrome Hearts on my body, I'm way too advanced
Though we having a slow start, never letting this sh*t f*ck up what I got planned
Playing this sh*t, feel like Mozart (Yeah)
Bang the chopper like Cozart (Yeah)
And she said I'm breaking her whole heart
I don't wanna hit if she don't start (If she don't start, woah)

[Verse: yoaugusto]
Yeah, broke my heart, can't get it back
Chrome Hearts on my jacket, sh*t, I got Chrome tags
I know that we up then we down, that sh*t make me mad
I know that you stuck with a n*gga, he can't get no bag
I got some backends with me
I got some n*ggas who tagging for me
She popped a Perc' and she blackout with me
I got Armani on all of my jeans
She see my face and she all on her knees
She like my voice, my melodies
I got a stick, don't let it sing
She keep on choosing, I get to the scene
f*cking with your feelings, it f*cked up with my brain
I can't trust these hoes 'cause they all gon' act the same
All you feel is pain, Palm Angels, ain't in my lane
Yeah, yeah, huh, yeah
[Chorus: SoFaygo & yoaugusto]
And I know she want me, I get it
Because all my pockets greened up
Oh no, no, I'm not talking 'bout lettuce
If that boy try to snake, I behead 'em
Got that burner on me, just a heads up
Man, that chopper gon' clap with no hands
Now that lil' boy, he doing his dance
And I'm feeling like f*ck all my friends
I'ma still count up my bands
I don't know why these n*ggas faking, they always end up f*cked up in the end
Okay, and I'm loving, I'm loving this guap, and I'm matching and mixing these brands
And I told that b*tch that I really don't love her, I'm passing that ho to my mans
And that girl got a cold heart, Chrome Hearts on my body, I'm way too advanced
Though we having a slow start, never letting this sh*t f*ck up what I got planned
Playing this sh*t, feel like Mozart (Yeah)
Bang the chopper like Cozart (Yeah)
And she said I'm breaking her whole heart
I don't wanna hit if she don't start (If she don't start, woah)