ChR0m3 H34rTs Wh1T3 T33 Hi-C

[Intro]
Yeah
I ain't goin' back to bein' broke
I ain't goin' back to bein' broke
I ain't goin', I ain't goin'
I—I ain't goin', I ain't goin'
I ain't goin', I ain't goin'
I—I ain't goin', I ain't goin' (Heaven or Hell)
I ain't goin' (Let's rock), I ain't goin'

[Verse]
Yeah
I—I ain't goin' back to bein' broke
Hit first, pass the bitch to my bros
Bitch got good brain, honor roll
Nigga goin' out so pitiful
Put his hands on his bitch, got exposed
Rick—Ricky O shell toe
Kickin' shit like I'm in a dojo
Pockets fat like sumo
Ol—old school hot rod, inferno
Old school Monte—Monte Carlo
Big wheels sittin' on 24"
Red dot, hit the—hit the turbo
Let's go, let—let's go
Let's go, let—let's go
Let's go, let—let's go
She say I'm a jerk, I don't dance
Bih from Brazil and my jeans from Japan
Fli—flight first class, pour a four when we land
Fo—four pockets full with thеm big rubber bands
Stuck to the script, bitch, I stuck to the plan
Icе bright as hell, leave you blind from a glance
Chain like the sun, shit might give you a tan
High off them stamps, got my eyes in a slant
I don't even try, I just swag on the beat
Top—top from a freak, then I'm gone, keep it brief
"Hi-C, you broke", what the fuck do you mean?
Gold—gold cap shrooms in the tea got me geeked
So high up, outer space, out of reach
Get to the bag, how to swag, I can teach
Boy broke as hell, you a bum, you a leech
K—KD of za in the Wood and it reek
Came with the sheets, not the type that you read
Tab on my tongue, now I'm too high to speak
Tat—tats on my skin, inked up to the brink
Fuck how you feel, nigga, fuck what you think
Hop out the Porsche, who the fuck could it be?
Hi-C the GOAT, all these hoes getting creamed
BAPE—BAPEs on my feet, and Evisu the jeans
Broke ass niggas never seen a hundred G's
Fake trap nigga, boy, you never seen a P
Walked in the mall, up a whole twenty piece
Talk to me nice, bitch, or don't talk to me
Playing with your nose, broke bitch, you a fein
Hit after hit, damn, my sound so unique
Sniff after sniff up your nose 'til it bleed
[?] spending all this money
On them fake ass tits, BBL surgeries
Finna wrap it up, bitch, you not burnin' me
Car—car push to start, I do not turn a key
Wrist worth a brick, damn, my watch worth a key
Hi-C, I'm the shit, these rap niggas can't compete
No, lil bro, you cannot get a feat
Fake ass drank, no, you not serving me
Bullets fly like birds and they sing like me
Big—big ass chop and it sing do-re-mi
Pull up to the scene, Chrome Heart white tee
All I do is get guap, fuck hoes, and repeat
All I do is get guap, fuck hoes, make 'em leave
Geek—geeked on the shroom, now my thoughts so serene
Let's go, let—let's go
Let's go, let's go