CHr0m3 H34rt n3Rd Gl4ss3s

[Intro]
Touch way more gualla than them
I'm just way more baller than them
Touch way more gualla than them (SGT-HI-C)
I'm just way more baller than them
Touch way more gualla than them
I'm just way more baller than them
Got a red dot following him
Hollows knock off all of his limbs
Fuck a bad bitch and all of her friends
Ride drop-top Porsche or the Benz
On a shopping spree, on a binge
Hell nah, I don't be on the bench
I be ball—
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Moshi moshi, hai)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Heaven or Hell)

[Chorus]
Aha, you lose and I win (Let's rock)
Drop-top AMG, doom ship
UFO destroy all humans
Vivienne white tee, worlds end
Hit the mall, let the ballin' commence
Broke boy, stop callin' me twin
Stack the racks up taller than them
Touch way more gualla than them
I'm just way more baller than them
Got a red dot following him
Hollows knock off all of his limbs
Fuck a bad bitch and all of her friends
Ride drop-top Porsche or the Benz
On a shopping spree, on a binge
Hell nah, I don't be on the bench

[Verse]
I be ballin' like Kobe and 'em
All these Vivienne globes on my neck, you can see the diamonds strobing in them
In a cherry red i8, hell yeah, put the suicide doors on the whip
Hell yeah, NUMBER (N)INEs on my ass and the rackies look so swollen in them
Hell yeah, NUMBER (N)INE thigh pads, you can see the rackies poking in them
Rockin' Chrome Heart nerd glasses
Ricky O, fifteen for the kicks
Shroom tea got me high as a blimp
Take a whole quarter ounce to the head
I done tied up all the loose ends
Bloody Rick Owens Geobaskets
Take a flight overseas, London
Do a show, turn up for my fans
She a groupie hoe, I'ma hit one time, then pass that hoe to my mans
Nigga, knock it off, let her top me off, I'ma fuck his hoe 'cause I can
Off shrooms, my thoughts enhanced
Rick boots cost an arm and a leg
Chrome Heart crucifix on my lid

[Chorus]
Aha, you lose and I win
Drop-top AMG, doom ship
UFO destroy all humans
Vivienne white tee, worlds end
Hit the mall, let the ballin' commence
Broke boy, stop callin' me twin
Stack the racks up taller than them
Touch way more gualla than them
I'm just way more baller than them
Got a red dot following him
Hollows knock off all of his limbs
Fuck a bad bitch and all of her friends
Ride drop-top Porsche or the Benz
On a shopping spree, on a binge
Hell nah, I don't be on the bench

[Outro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Hurts, doesn't it?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah