Chrome Hearts Jeans

[Intro: Playboi Carti]
I just told Richie we rich

[Chorus: International Jefe]
I'm in some Chrome Heart jeans, nigga, these Chrome Heart jeans
I'm in some Chrome Heart jeans, nigga, these Chrome Heart jeans
I'm in some Chrome Heart shades, nigga, I'm drippin' Celine
Young nigga might go drill some, I give him a bean
I put the Wock' in the lemonade, it's easter pink
I had to send the bitch home 'cause she keep drinkin' my lean
She likе an abortion clinic, she just wanna drink my semen
Bitch I got John Wick shootеrs, bitch bald head like Buddha

[Verse 1: International Jefe]
I got me some racks, okay
I get in my bag, okay
I'm servin' these packs, okay
These Percocets activate
I stood on the curb, okay
I'm servin' these birds, okay
I keep me a Drac', no Drake
Lil' bitches gon' learn today
Nah, you don't deserve a date
I just wanna fuck your face
I already chose my fate
I'm already knowin' I'm great
I'm already knowin' they fake
I been had the drugs, they late
My body is cold, anemic
Plus, I don't know when I'm leavin'
Plus, she don't know when I'm leavin'
That's why she sayin' she need me
Nigga's ain't wearin' no Yeezys
My hair long like Jesus
Nigga's ain't shoppin' at Neimans
Food on your plate, I'ma eat it
Keep you a gun, you gon' need it
Keep you some funds, you gon' need it, yeah

[Chorus: International Jefe & Ken Carson]
I'm in some Chrome Heart jeans, nigga, these Chrome Heart jeans
I'm in some Chrome Heart jeans, nigga, these Chrome Heart jeans
I'm in some Chrome Heart shades, nigga, I'm drippin' Celine
Young nigga might go drill some, I give him a bean
I put the Wock' in the lemonade, it's easter pink
I had to send the bitch home 'cause she keep drinkin' my lean
She like an abortion clinic, she just wanna drink my semen
Bitch I got John Wick shooters (Yeah), bitch bald head like Buddha

[Verse 2: Ken Carson]
Yeah, got a bald head bitch, Caillou
And she waitin' on me to come through
I'ma fuck her then give her the boot
I'ma fuck her then send her a Uber
John Wick, yeah you know I got shooters
By myself and I don't need no team
And you know that my jeans Japanese
Chrome Hearts and it came from Eddie
Bitch I'm fucked 'cause I'm off a addie
Fuck her from the back 'cause she got a fatty
I ran up the racks, now these hoes all on me
Don't trust nobody, keep that pole all on me
But if I go out, then I go, that's on me
And I can't go out like no hoe, that's on me
But I ain't goin' out, I'ma blow it with ease
I run up that check and I blow it easy
I cannot fuck with these hoes, they be teasin'
She want Fashion Nova, she want some Yeezys
I shop the Bottega and JPG pieces
The lil' bitch keep askin' me "What are my jeans is?"
I switch up my swag in this shit every season
Balenciaga on my coat when I'm freezin'
I'm trying to fuck your hoe, I know it's real easy
I pull up on her and she cannot stop cheesin', yeah

[Chorus: International Jefe]
I'm in some Chrome Heart jeans, nigga, these Chrome Heart jeans
I'm in some Chrome Heart jeans, nigga, these Chrome Heart jeans
I'm in some Chrome Heart shades, nigga, I'm drippin' Celine
Young nigga might go drill some, I give him a bean
I put the Wock' in the lemonade, it's easter pink
I had to send the bitch home 'cause she keep drinkin' my lean
She like an abortion clinic, she just wanna drink my semen
Bitch I got John Wick shooters, bitch bald head like Buddha (Boy)