Chrome Hearts Jeans lyrics

[Intro: Playboi Carti]
I just told Richie we rich

[Chorus: International Jefe]
I'm in some Chrome Heart jeans, n*gga, these Chrome Heart jeans
I'm in some Chrome Heart jeans, n*gga, these Chrome Heart jeans
I'm in some Chrome Heart shades, n*gga, I'm drippin' Celine
Young n*gga might go drill some, I give him a bean
I put the Wock' in the lemonade, it's easter pink
I had to send the b*tch home 'cause she keep drinkin' my lean
She likе an abortion clinic, she just wanna drink my semen
b*tch I got John Wick shootеrs, b*tch bald head like Buddha

[Verse 1: International Jefe]
I got me some racks, okay
I get in my bag, okay
I'm servin' these packs, okay
These Percocets activate
I stood on the curb, okay
I'm servin' these birds, okay
I keep me a Drac', no Drake
Lil' b*tches gon' learn today
Nah, you don't deserve a date
I just wanna f*ck your face
I already chose my fate
I'm already knowin' I'm great
I'm already knowin' they fake
I been had the drugs, they late
My body is cold, anemic
Plus, I don't know when I'm leavin'
Plus, she don't know when I'm leavin'
That's why she sayin' she need me
n*gga's ain't wearin' no Yeezys
My hair long like Jesus
n*gga's ain't shoppin' at Neimans
Food on your plate, I'ma eat it
Keep you a gun, you gon' need it
Keep you some funds, you gon' need it, yeah
[Chorus: International Jefe & Ken Carson]
I'm in some Chrome Heart jeans, n*gga, these Chrome Heart jeans
I'm in some Chrome Heart jeans, n*gga, these Chrome Heart jeans
I'm in some Chrome Heart shades, n*gga, I'm drippin' Celine
Young n*gga might go drill some, I give him a bean
I put the Wock' in the lemonade, it's easter pink
I had to send the b*tch home 'cause she keep drinkin' my lean
She like an abortion clinic, she just wanna drink my semen
b*tch I got John Wick shooters (Yeah), b*tch bald head like Buddha

[Verse 2: Ken Carson]
Yeah, got a bald head b*tch, Caillou
And she waitin' on me to come through
I'ma f*ck her then give her the boot
I'ma f*ck her then send her a Uber
John Wick, yeah you know I got shooters
By myself and I don't need no team
And you know that my jeans Japanese
Chrome Hearts and it came from Eddie
b*tch I'm f*cked 'cause I'm off a addie
f*ck her from the back 'cause she got a fatty
I ran up the racks, now these hoes all on me
Don't trust nobody, keep that pole all on me
But if I go out, then I go, that's on me
And I can't go out like no hoe, that's on me
But I ain't goin' out, I'ma blow it with ease
I run up that check and I blow it easy
I cannot f*ck with these hoes, they be teasin'
She want Fashion Nova, she want some Yeezys
I shop the Bottega and JPG pieces
The lil' b*tch keep askin' me "What are my jeans is?"
I switch up my swag in this sh*t every season
Balenciaga on my coat when I'm freezin'
I'm trying to f*ck your hoe, I know it's real easy
I pull up on her and she cannot stop cheesin', yeah
[Chorus: International Jefe]
I'm in some Chrome Heart jeans, n*gga, these Chrome Heart jeans
I'm in some Chrome Heart jeans, n*gga, these Chrome Heart jeans
I'm in some Chrome Heart shades, n*gga, I'm drippin' Celine
Young n*gga might go drill some, I give him a bean
I put the Wock' in the lemonade, it's easter pink
I had to send the b*tch home 'cause she keep drinkin' my lean
She like an abortion clinic, she just wanna drink my semen
b*tch I got John Wick shooters, b*tch bald head like Buddha (Boy)