MOZART!

(Y2, is that you?) (Ayy, Cv, you cooked this?) And I know she want me, I get it Because all my pockets greened up Oh no, no, I'm not talking 'bout lettuce If that boy try to snake, I behead 'em Got that burner on me, just a heads up Man, that chopper gon' clap with no hands Now that lil' boy, he doing his dance And I'm feeling like fuck all my friends I'ma still count up my bands I don't know why these niggas faking They always end up fucked up in the end Okay, and I'm loving, I'm loving this guap And I'm matching and mixing these brands And I told that bitch that I really don't love her I'm passing that ho to my mans And that girl got a cold heart Chrome Hearts on my body I'm way too advanced Though we having a slow start Never letting this shit fuck up What I got planned Playing this shit, feel like Mozart (yeah) Bang the chopper like Cozart (yeah) And she said I'm breaking her whole heart I don't wanna hit if she don't start (If she don't start, woah) Yeah, broke my heart, can't get it back Chrome Hearts on my jacket, shit I got Chrome tags I know that we up then we down That shit make me mad I know that you stuck with a nigga He can't get no bag I got some backends with me I got some niggas who tagging for me She popped a Perc' and she blackout with me I got Armani on all of my jeans She see my face and she all on her knees She like my voice, my melodies I got a stick, don't let it sing She keep on choosing, I get to the scene Fucking with your feelings It fucked up with my brain I can't trust these hoes 'cause they All gon' act the same All you feel is pain, Palm Angels Ain't in my lane yeah, yeah, huh, yeah And I know she want me, I get it Because all my pockets greened up Oh no, no, I'm not talking 'bout lettuce If that boy try to snake, I behead 'em Got that burner on me, just a heads up Man, that chopper gon' clap with no hands Now that lil' boy, he doing his dance And I'm feeling like fuck all my friends I'ma still count up my bands I don't know why these niggas faking They always end up fucked up in the end Okay, and I'm loving, I'm loving this guap And I'm matching and mixing these brands And I told that bitch that I really don't love her I'm passing that ho to my mans And that girl got a cold heart Chrome Hearts on my body I'm way too advanced Though we having a slow start Never letting this shit fuck up What I got planned Playing this shit, feel like Mozart (yeah) Bang the chopper like Cozart (yeah) And she said I'm breaking her whole heart I don't wanna hit if she don't start (If she don't start, woah)