Lion-Hearted lyrics

[Intro: BabyTron]
(Getta Beats)
(I wish I was Jenry)
(Damn, JakeSand)
All this ice hanging off my neck can start an avalanche (Whew, whew, ice)

[Verse 1: BabyTron]
All this ice hanging off my neck can start an avalanche
Sliding in designer head wraps, we the Taliban
Way before I had some bands, young dawg, I had a plan
Firebomb the whole block, sh*t get like Pakistan
Twisting 'round in that Urus thing, I might crash the Lamb' (Skrrt)
Huh, sh*t, so let me chill out (Whew)
I'm a baller, boy, you pay to sit up in the crowd
Hit after hit, sh*t, where the f*ck my triple crown? (Where?)
Closet full of new season, it's somе drip around
Sick you still call yourself the plug and you can't flip a pound
I don't rock the Kеnzo no more, I'm still lion-hearted
I don't miss when I shoot, I don't know why you guarding
Pocket full of green dubs, b*tch, I'm balling like the Spartans
Flying off the moonrock, me and gang high as Martians

[Verse 2: StanWill and TrDee]
Blue cheese and lettuce, got a salad in them Ksubi things
I bet all his friends die if ganger let the Uzi sing
Ghetto n*gga, Glocky on my hip and let my jewelry hang
I just met the realest b*tch, it's funny 'cause her booty ain't
I got big money, you got lil' pape'
Michigan heavy, you some lil' weight
Youngest n*gga flexing, b*tch, I'm Lil Tay
Mister Pop My sh*t A Lot, it's f*ck whoever feel a way
In the club mugging, ha-ha
It's funny they don't know I got my blick on me
Counting up a dub, thumbing, ha
I ain't use the money counter, it's for strips only
Looking like a porta-potty, all this sh*t on me
I be calling all my friends "Quan", I got rich homies
I don't trust 'em far as I can throw 'em, every b*tch phony
Next year, I'm walking outta Hutch with a big trophy (Whew, okay)
[Verse 3: TrDee]
Came from the bottom like a slave going to the North
Please don't let these glasses fool you, I am not a dork
I still been balling since I left the court
Don't even try to f*ck her if your money short
Stop bringing him around, he bringing up the past
This sh*t cost me some sh*t, I gotta leave the tag
You want a n*gga with some money but ain't got a bag
f*cked her then hopped on the flight, I had to leave her sad
It's okay, boo
Touched down and hit a b*tch, it's only day two
In here watching movies, she ain't got no cable
If you got something that they don't, they gon' hate you
I been the sh*t like Mr. Hankey
Do you want some smoke? I'll pull up with an eighthy
She told me, "If I let you f*ck, don't get to acting crazy"
Turnt the tables on her, now I got her tryna have my baby

[Outro: TrDee]
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