Chrome Hearts (feat. Nantai Kartier)

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(Tags)
(I'm rockin' chrome heart tags)
(I'm rockin' chrome heart tags)
(Bandz)
(I'm rockin' chrome heart tags)
(Banz)
(I'm rockin' chrome heart tags)
Extendo, stop playing & drop that shit
(I'm rockin' chrome heart tags)
I'm rockin' chrome heart tags
I'm rockin' chrome heart tags
Live at the strip, we smokin' on gas
Last year, I was on my ass
I'm too lit, now I can't go back
Trevor Lawrence, I ball like the Jags
Ksubi jeans, pockets stuffed with them racks
Want problems, then twin get the strap
Shoutout to Santana, he just left the trap
Never thought that I'd make it in rap
Now I've gotten this shit, all facts
Got me used to my bitch, that's cap
I got Chrome on me, not Gap
In my bag like I look for the map
I smoke weed everyday to relax
I sold you the pound, but it's tax
Venus and Rinna, I stay with them racks
Mitchell & Ness, these niggas be cappin
They cappin', they tellin' them lies
My color like Frieza, my neck on Vegeta
That's why this lil' bitch on my side
We all movin' militant, nigga be vigilant
My niggas ready to slide
Them niggas said they gon' get me
Ain't touch me & trust me
I'm not really that hard to find
Need a new AP
That's flooded and busted and gushin
I don't give a f*ck about the time
I feel like Young Thugger, I put on my brothers out
Doin' anything for my motherfuckin' slime
These bitches suckin' for clout, that shit gettin' played out
So my nigga, she gon' be a dime
She know that she love it, she know she gon' bust it
When I put this V on my spine
I'm rockin' chrome heart tags
Live at the strip, we smokin' on gas
Last year, I was on my ass
I'm too lit, now I can't go back
Trevor Lawrence, I ball like the Jags
Ksubi jeans, pockets stuffed with them racks
Want problems, then twin get the strap
Shoutout to Santana, he just left the trap
(Got Santana out the trap)
These bitches too loud, got clouds all around my weed
Got blue 100s on the jeans, got blue 100s jeans
Better ask me again, it's time to say please
She my vibe, a new frequency
These niggas gon' lie, so frequently
Take off to the sky, all flights on me
I'm Kartier, up in Bakeridge
I'm Kartier, gon' drop bands on the team
Got a style that drags, I'm Rich
Nigga, take a wood to the the head, I'm lit
So fire, like there ain't no beat
I'm too flame on this shit
Too much game in this bitch
We got mad plays in this bitch
Part two Rave in this bitch
Part two Rave in this bitch
Look at the PC, it do cost a car
Look at the 3P, I triple the bar
Open the gate, not lettin' the cars
I just been passin', don't care about the cost
All of these niggas be livin' on pause
I just be with the gang, can't think about a loss
Show to a shoe how we really perform
Came for the day, so we couldn't afford
Kartier
Bandz
It's Kartier
Bandz
I'm Kartier
Bandz
Bandz
Bandz
(Alright, thats it)

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