[Intro: Cold Hart]
Little Drill on the track
Cold Hart baby (Baby)
Yeah, she right next to me
Yeah, she right next to me (To me)
I told her it was Gucci (It was Gucci)
Yeah (Yeah)
[Chorus: Cold Hart]
She said it, now she choose me (She choose me)
Don't wanna lose me
I told her it was Gucci (Gucci)
Now rocking Louis (Louis)
I see that nigga Kushy (Kushy)
'Cause she not cookies (Cookies)
I'm racing through the city (Zoom, zoom)
And she right next to me
Yeah, she right next to me (To me, to me)
And she gon' turn up with me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1: Yung Bruh]
Escalade drift (Skrrt, skrrt)
Mercedes fantasies (Fantasies)
White Fendi sheets, call it designer sleep (Designer sleep)
Stepped out the car, she was right next to me (She was right next to me)
Elegant punk, black ripped Gucci jeans (Black ripped Gucci jeans)
Little Drill on the track
Cold Hart baby (Baby)
Yeah, she right next to me
Yeah, she right next to me (To me)
I told her it was Gucci (It was Gucci)
Yeah (Yeah)
[Chorus: Cold Hart]
She said it, now she choose me (She choose me)
Don't wanna lose me
I told her it was Gucci (Gucci)
Now rocking Louis (Louis)
I see that nigga Kushy (Kushy)
'Cause she not cookies (Cookies)
I'm racing through the city (Zoom, zoom)
And she right next to me
Yeah, she right next to me (To me, to me)
And she gon' turn up with me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1: Yung Bruh]
Escalade drift (Skrrt, skrrt)
Mercedes fantasies (Fantasies)
White Fendi sheets, call it designer sleep (Designer sleep)
Stepped out the car, she was right next to me (She was right next to me)
Elegant punk, black ripped Gucci jeans (Black ripped Gucci jeans)
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