Yungstaxx - Chrome Hxrts Lyrics

Rock Chrome Heart
Cus a young nigga got a chrome heart
Since a youngin always knew I'd go up
Before I knew the real I had to grow up
Curving all the bitches saying how a nigga glowed up
Pour four up, get in my feelings pour lean all in my soda
Yeah
Now the whips coming with the door up
Back then they ain't even know us
Now I drop some shit they want more of
And I told them niggas better slide when you in the hood
Nigga never slip
I told them niggas yeah I'm too lit
Might spend a backend on my bitch
I'm tryna have money f*ck problems
Only problem is a nigga too rich
Niggas tried to catch us lacking, you wish
My brodie back there with a switch
I close my eyes but I can't cry
I got some niggas that I still miss
All up in my head, tryna face fear
I pour the sprite up with the tris
Real rockstar
Said imma be that when I grow up
Real rockstar
I sip the drink I don't even throw up
Brodie popped some pills
It f*cked em up, now I don't even know em
And back then we ain't have shit
Tryna eat now, so we road run
And the wockhardt got me gone I'm slippin
That blunt gon hit the head and then I'm trippin
That bitch yeah she did it
My bitch want some ass-shots she get it
I be tricking gotta spoil all my women, yeah
Yeah
That drink hit I went missing on my bitch
We romancing she get nasty when she dancing on that dick
I need a mansion fore' I die
I put a mansion on my wrist
I got Dior for cologne man I feel handsome in this bitch
Ass so fat you need a panoramic camera for that shit
Pussy soaking I be surfing feel Atlantic in that shit
And she look, I break her down
I'm a mechanic in that
Put her in diamonds, she a glacier
Put Titanic in that
She want that new drip
She want new bags
You know I buy it all
I might pop a X, hop on a jet
It got me nodding off
Brodie off them tens
He pop em back to back like Tylenol
Devil tryna get me
Sippin wocky just to fight em off
Been feeling stuck nigga
I cut em off because of money
Paper cuts nigga
I took my time and shit got better
Why the rush nigga
Bro got paranoia round them niggas
Keep it tucked with em
Yeah
Now the whips coming with the door up
Back then they ain't even know us
Now I drop some shit they want more of
And I told them niggas better slide when you in the hood
Nigga never slip
I told them niggas yeah I'm too lit
Might spend a backend on my bitch
I'm tryna have money f*ck problems
Only problem is a nigga too rich
Niggas tried to catch us lacking, you wish
My brodie back there with a switch
I close my eyes but I can't cry
I got some niggas that I still miss
All up in my head, tryna face fear
I pour the sprite up with the tris
Real rockstar
Said imma be that when I grow up
Real rockstar
I sip the drink I don't even throw up
Brodie popped some pills
It f*cked em up, now I don't even know em
And back then we ain't have shit
Tryna eat now, so we road run
And the wockhardt got me gone I'm slippin
That blunt gon hit the head and then I'm trippin
That bitch yeah she did it
My bitch want some ass-shots she get it
I be tricking gotta spoil all my women, yeah
That drink hit I went missing on my bitch
We romancing she get nasty when she dancing on that dick
I need a mansion fore' I die
I put a mansion on my wrist
I got Dior for cologne man I feel handsome in this bitch