Drakeo The Ruler and Pressa - Chrome Hearts

Any nigga mean muggin' gon' be target practice
She's a roller, she be fuckin' all the rappers
Capper, I just put scuff marks on my Forgiatos (Diego)
Look at my wrist, bitch, I clearly just won the lotto (Bankroll Got It)
Fully auto, gave him smokey off Gelato
You seen my interviews? I am not no role model
This F&N does not fit with Foamposites
My shooter ain't showin' no love, he chrome-hearted
He really brainless, he came in with no knowledge
A mud sipper, I ain't never been to college
Ain't got the time to say you should've went to rob me
The type of nigga get his fingernails polished

My shooter ain't showin' no love, he chrome-hearted
Don't blink wrong, it's a split your dome party
Look at my wrist, I ain't seein' no problems
If we pull up on the scene, you done dada
My shooter ain't showin' no love, he chrome-hearted
Don't blink wrong, it's a split your dome party
Look at my wrist, I ain't seein' no problems
If we pull up on the scene, you done dada

Shit, nigga
My shooter ain't showin' no love, he chrome-hearted, nigga
(Chrome-hearted, Pressa)
If we pull up on the scene, you done dada (yeah)

Put the switch on the Glock, fully auto (auto)
Put exotic in the jet like Ralo (Ralo)
TSA and I'm feelin' like Apollo
Bricks comin' in, goin' out by tomorrow, lil' nigga (uh)
Keep a Drac' in the city like I'm Aubrey, ha (yeah)
how much niggas 'round me caught a body (brrap)
Beat go crazy, who that? Bankroll Gotti
Bitch, I feel like Bobby 'cause I'm shootin' up this lobby
Fuckin' with me, we on your neck, we on your collar
See how this glizzy have a bitch nigga crawlin', uh (nigga crawlin')
We was hangin' out the window, we was wildin'
Chop go crazy, made a million in the 'partments
Tell you how live, Glock by the rib
FN XD with the SIG (with the SIG)
Crodie shootin' out with the pigs
Livin' with the junkie in the trap, she need a fix
I show you how to turn an eighteen to a thirty-six

My shooter ain't showin' no love, he chrome-hearted
Don't blink wrong, it's a split your dome party
Look at my wrist, I ain't seein' no problems
If we pull up on the scene, you done dada
My shooter ain't showin' no love, he chrome-hearted
Don't blink wrong, it's a split your dome party
Look at my wrist, I ain't seein' no problems
If we pull up on the scene, you done dada

Shit, nigga
My shooter ain't showin' no love, he chrome-hearted, nigga
If we pull up on the scene, you done dada (done dada)

Written by:
Darrell Caldwell, Quinton Armani Gardner

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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