Heart Break Kid

Lyrics for Heart Break Kid

Bitch, yeah Sipping Activis, I ain't playing, yeah Sipping Activis, I, yeah Sipping Activis, ayy What? You ain't seen real VV? yeah What? You ain't seen real VVS? Unky made a hundred out the Greenfield CVS Ex bitch down bad Surprised she ain't need me yet Amiri jeans, B22s, I know you see me wet Buffs on, bodybuilder, bitch You gon' see me flex Red and blue tint on the lens, this a 3D set Hit Chase with a fluke, that's a easy check Stack it up, young dawg, you can't be me yet At this point I don't talk The beat talk to me if I don't scoop girly Bet that she gon' walk to me Punch God, made a quick dub off a piece Cuz damn near got a kеnnel Bully off the leash I ain't lying, got thе, and we got the yeah Traffic light pints, green, yellow And we got some red In my Vlone with the fam I ain't got no friends Paranoid, woke up out my sleep Damn near shot the bed Shooting moves, whip tinted I'm just blowing Cookie If we catch doggy in traffic We gon' get to blowing fully I ain't got a heart My baby had to go and Chrome the hoodie Star player, swear to God that I was Feeling GOAT as rookie Smiling at the top, I proved everybody wrong When you down, I swear to God It feel like everybody gone Backwood, Backwood, bitch, everybody blown Ice, ice, everybody froze You better get a lawnmower, everybody snaking Reminiscing ‘bout the past, like Everybody changing ShittyBoyz, we in the club, bitch Everybody raining One thing you gotta know is Not everybody make it Not everybody famous, not everybody greatness Waited on my time You gotta know not everybody patient Trackhawks, Hellcats It look like everybody racing Whole gang look Asian, bitch Everybody facing million dollar thoughts Billion dollar dreams if the team down two Best believe I got a three Two thousand dollar SBs You cannot rock these sneaks In my ‘Miris off a ten, I ain't popping jeans They don't hear me though, mask up, Mysterio Talking ‘bout his bitch fucking? Well that's yo theory, bro On the road irritated at that Siri ho PUA baller, I can tell that you clearly broke Quite frankly I can tell that You need some help Yeah, the dubs feel good, but dude You gon' see some Ls Pull up with a chop chalupa clip Make him eat a shell Caught doggy in my ashtray Tryna reach for tails i don't sell weed You want some? Better bring a scale Back door season, slide through We ain't ring his bell Quick ten, seven off of Other three from Zelle told my bitch "We going shopping when the Lady bring the mail" I can't be fucked with on a bad day Even one of them, I wake up and I bag chase Heartbreak kid I'll leave her with a sad face Tryna keep up? Boy Yo' dumbass in last place Tryna keep up? Boy You need to get yo' shit together Charged up two times, lil' bitch The whip a Tesla so much ice on my body Damn near switch the weather Gang and ‘nem'll, and flip the clip wherever