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Chrome Hearts (Explicit) - D-Block Europe/Offset
Lyrics by：Young Adz/Dirtbike LB/Offset
Composed by：Young Adz/Dirtbike LB/Offset
You know what I mean
We wildin' we mobbin'
Hey
Offset：
Stars in the Cullinan
Stars
I can make a hundred then I double it
Double
This an AP yes a skeleton I busted it
Skelly
Straight up out the bando we were hustlin'
Cold heart I can't trust nobody
I been drippin' in my Chrome Heart
Wide body Ferrari when I pull up bring the h*es out
We walk through the club ain't no searchin' with the poles out
Lambo with the doors up chinchilla it's cold outside
This a vibe she a ten plus another five
I get money but my dawgs like to homicide
Fox 5 mob ties he unidentified he unidentified
Put him on a stove we done cooked and fried
I f**ked on the h*e but don't tell nobody
We can shoot nonstop shells at the opps
I get money nonstop you know I'm from the block
Wrist three-hundred thousand money talk can't silent
She got too much mileage f**k her for two-thousand
You f**ked up your bag get an M allowance
I pull up with mags Draco MC Hammer
Straight up out the bando yeah we were hustlin'
Lambo with the doors up chinchilla it's cold out
Dirtbike LB：
Killers that I ride with it they be homicidin'
Said I'm way too paranoid too sexy for a side bae
I been goin' hard this year
Goin' hard this year
Bando full of d**gs this year
She say "You got some superpowers" you wouldn't even know it
Gon' be smokin' on some flowers plant the p***y like a lotus
In the trap for thirty hours kitchen lookin' like it's snowin'
Pay attention 'cause we savage
We bring a hammers to the party when we glow it
Patek Philippe and all these Audemars are cool
In Burj Khalifa I think about my bando
We made the lane changed the game we gon' be tall
There ain't no plaques from this 'caine that I sold
Bando
Young Adz：
Richard Millie let a brick go and hit the booth
My birds chirpin' I send tweets
But this birdie white it ain't blue
F**k with killers and kidnappers and none of them know you
So I ain't sayin' you full of cap that's just your version of the truth
Where I'm tryna take you darlin' you can't even wear no shoes
Where I'm tryna take you girl you can only wear slides
Hermès sandal step on my lady a homicide
Closest thing to perfect be precise
She say "If you love me show me off like a trophy"
I just filled the Ledger up with seven figs
I ain't goin' back to the old me
Fox 5 mob ties he unidentified unidentified