Chrome Hearts Jacket lyrics

[Intro]
We put that boy in a casket
Chrome Hearts jacket
My n*ggas 'bout all the action
Ain't no flagging
If you want smoke, then match it
sh*t getting tragic
(Dakota, where are you?)

[Chorus]
We put that boy in a casket
Chrome Hearts jacket
My n*ggas 'bout all the action
Ain't no flagging
If you want smoke, then match it
sh*t getting tragic

[Verse]
Hop on the beat, then run it
I need a hun' or somethin'
I get a drop, we gun it
I get it hot, like Gunna
I took your ho, that's a bummer
Diamonds Barack, like Obama (Yeah)
Just got off the plane from L.A. (Yeah)
Twin told me that this sh*t now or never (Yeah)
I bring your ho to the telly, then I forget her (Yeah)
I gotta put my ho in Gucci and Margiela (Yeah)
Too much Wock' in my system
I'm finna f*ck up my liver
I'm finna hop in the sprinter van
You don't got money, I get it, damn
If you not rich, you won't get it, damn
I'm in the game, and you sitting down
I made a mill' while I'm sh*tting, damn
Said I won't do it, I did it
Told her I love her, but I was just kidding
Your money tall as a mo'f*ckin' midget
My money tall like Mutombo
These n*ggas all in my business, they been listening with their ears like Dumbo
He tryna run with the sauce, damn, I made his b*tch ass fumble
Whole bunch of n*ggas inside of the party, it's lookin' like a Royal Rumble
That n*gga mad 'cause I'm f*cking his ho, but they not even really a couple
[Chorus]
We put that boy in a casket
Chrome Hearts jacket
My n*ggas 'bout all the action
Ain't no flagging
If you want smoke, then match it
sh*t getting tragic

[Outro]
My diamonds really be flashing
(Your sh*t plastic)