Heart Felt (feat. Rio Da Yung OG)

Lyrics for Heart Felt (feat. Rio Da Yung OG)

That's how my heart felt I had to keep it heartfelt, that's how my heart felt She ain't give a fuck about it, made my heart melt Remember when she fell in love, she had the hard smelt Yeah, Chrome Heart pants, Chrome Heart belt Art show traphouse, makin' art sales My nigga Ls in the hood sellin' My nigga L- my nigga Ls in the hood sellin' pitbulls tryna catch a sale Latex cover up her nipples 'til she on her belly Uppin' prices on these niggas, fuck Martin' Shkreli Conversations with her friends, I think my shorty jelly Hit that jump shot, then I hit my celly Shawty said she wanna fuck, so I booked the telly Shawty pulled up on me, she know I been ready Call me Ready Freddy Yeah, I might eat the booty 'cause that shit be jelly Yeah, this the next day, we gon' go to Arby's Spendin' all this money on her, yeah, she think it's ours Damn, this time flyin', I done checked the hours Hell, yeah, 1c growin' bigger, fillin' up the conference You tryna get a lil' split of the chicken? Meet me at the office He seen lil' bro face on the lick, bro, we had to off him I got Von with me, you know he happily tossed him My Mexican got a nine of Act', I'm finna grab it off him This a Chrome Heart ten milli' straight from Matty Boy I got a quarter million-dollar cup, you a jelly boy My daddy smacks up my oil too, I'm like daddy boy In traffic, four Maybach trucks, how many Caddies for it? And they all V's This young nigga just called me "Ganger," finna call Veeze Who the fuck is he? I'm smokin' blacks, poppin' pills, drinkin' drank, I don't fuck with weed Every bitch I done hit raw Every bitch I hit raw since I came home done stuck with me I got 'em all pregnant Ay, shot the dreads out his head with the .9, bullet was bald-headed All 20-dollar bills, this a tall seven, man My mans on the lookout, we got 'em shook out Bitch, I bought a book out They didn't use to look, but they gotta look now Can't come get food, we got this bitch booked out You would've thought it was a cookout .38 special on me, niggas need to cook now They was always wary of me, nigga, 'cause I stood out (I said that, I said that where he said-) Better watch out how I say it, don't wanna go to Hell Bro locked up, wan' break him out of jail FaceTime shorty while they do my nails Furry baby on me, make her wag her tail Posted in that Benz, I do that dash for real Yeah, for real