Chrome Heartz

[Intro: Lil Yamz]
L-L-Leyenda!
Yamz, nigga push up on get pushed up on
(BOOM) Nah for real, uh

[Hook: Lil Yamz]
It's not how you start, it's just how you finish
Bro mixing the work and I call him a chemist
She told me don't leave just stay for a minute
Ain't wasting my time if you not independent
He sending them shots, you know that boy missin'
And the snakes in the grass, you know that they hissin'
It be cap in his rap and you know that it's fiction
Collateral damage got hit by collision
I got tired of this shit, I was just sitting
Get your ass up and go get you a meal ticket
Run them bands up and go you them double digits
[?] in this world, nigga so how you living?
Black lives matter but yeah we got no decision
Fuck 12 they tryna label us as a menace
I'm not painting these rhymes so I know i'm not trippin
Uh, uh, who is you? Rockin' Chrome Hearts is the True Religion
Uh, uh, Get out the way we gon hit on precision (BOOM!)
Uh, uh, Shooters on go they gon rock off (BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!)

[Verse: Lil Yamz]
They say Chrome Hearts the new True Religion
Feelin like Kodak bitch, I got some tunnel vision
Bitches on dick they be all in my fuckin mentions
Shawty be mad when i'm pullin out her extensions
Only five in the gang, bitch we feel like the New Edition
Fox 5 News, we leave your ass missing
Why these niggas keep on talking? Cause everything they be talkin bout, that shit just be fiction
I'mma swipe, swipe, jug till it's not clickin
Jug just that BOA hitting
Feelin like GTA, complete mission
If they keep playing somebody gon end up missin
Why these niggas keep on playing like I'm not the villain?
Hop out the car, make a decision, Give bro the stick and watch bro get busy
Feds on dick, it's feelin like Law & Order
Pushin the work and it's feelin like 4th Quarter
Talkin to the plug while he in the headquarters
What you need for a P? I need me a quick [?]
How you buy a rollie and you ain't pay your mortgage?
Treat it like Battleship, I see the coroners
Doin that hot shit, nigga you drawin em
Nigga don't play with me I never been a yes man
Gotta keep it close it's a Smith & Wesson
Rush Hour 3, I'm lookin for Ricky Tan
I'm your worst nightmare, call me Boogeyman
If you play with mine you know you a dead man
Kick shit, flip shit like it's Ip Man
Actin like a bitch and you actin this mad
High in the sky, nigga I think it's jet lag
She lit off patron she gon give me that neck and lil shawty ain't ready for that
We gon search for the opps, we gon find there they at
You see that? Look at this nigga man (GOOFY!)
He put his location on IG, you did a good job, that's a pat on the back
You a rat, so we playin cat in the hat, got em feeling like Ricky, he hit in his back (BOOM)

[Hook: Lil Yamz]
It's not how you start, it's just how you finish
Bro mixing the work and I call him a chemist
She told me don't leave just stay for a minute
Ain't wasting my time if you not independent
He sending them shots, you know that boy missin'
And the snakes in the grass, you know that they hissin'
It be cap in his rap and you know that it's fiction
Collateral damage got hit by collision
I got tired of this shit, I was just sitting
Get your ass up and go get you a meal ticket
Run them bands up and go you them double digits
[?] in this world, nigga so how you living?
Black lives matter but yeah we got no decision
Fuck 12 they tryna label us as a menace
I'm not painting these rhymes so I know i'm not trippin
Uh, uh, who is you? Rockin' Chrome Hearts is the True Religion
Uh, uh, Get out the way we gon hit on precision (BOOM!)
Uh, uh, Shooters on go they gon rock off (BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!)