Chrome Heart Tags lyrics

by

Tyler, The Creator


[Intro]
Yeah, this Lil Uzi Vert
(T-T-T-T-Turbo)
I'm ready
(T-T-T-T-Turbo on the track)
Let's go

[Verse 1]
I don't ever want to talk about it
I don't ever want to see you (No)
Everybody, they been changing now
Now you see what the cheese do (Yeah)
I understand, charge it to the game
Everybody wanna feast too (Yes)
I put gold all up on my neck
I put gold on my teeth too (Woah)
I ain't never stayed from the jump
How you say that I leave you? (Huh?)
How you say that I left you?
First year was the best you (Yeah)
After all the dumb sh*t that you did
Can't believe that I really kept you (Damn)
We used to sit in the same room
And I still probably would text you (No)

[Chorus]
She ain't never gon' talk back
Gettin' big money, that's a tall bag (Yeah)
Go to Bergdorf, spend a small bag
Look at my back, Chrome Heart tags (Woah)
Louis V like I'm Virgil, got the all-white, told the b*tch Off that (Let's go)
Pulled up in the Lam', it was manual, I had to stall that
I just made ten M's today, b*tch, that's all facts
Call my phone, don't answer me, then I told the girl don't ball back (Hello?)
Drip, splash, I can just sauce that (Woah)
Yeah, I pick the b*tch up
But I made her walk back (Yup)
[Verse 2]
All my n*ggas got the tools
So you need a hard hat
They ain't even know it's me
'Cause I had a skull cap (b*tch, no)
Slime snake my disease (Slatt)
If you bite, I bite back (Woah)
Had this b*tch on her knees
Asked her where her jaw at (Ooh)
Hello? (Hello?), hold on
Baby, gotta call back
'Cause I ran into a lick (Give me that)
And I need all that (Yeah)
Murakami on my walls (Ooh)
n*gga, where your KAWS at? (Wow)
I just beat a n*gga up
Now I need my paws back (Yup)
Got a Glock with a di*k
Yeah, I had to pause that (Pause)
When I'm shopping, know I'm safe
So I'm in the mall strapped
Diamonds all up in her face (Bling, baow, baow, bling)
Make a b*tch percolate
Put her on ElimiDate
Been f*cked, boy, you late (Woah)
[Chorus]
She ain't never gon' talk back
Gettin' big money, that's a tall bag (Yeah)
Go to Bergdorf, spend a small bag
Look at my back, Chrome Heart tags (Yeah)
Louis V like I'm Virgil, got the all-white, told the b*tch Off that (Off it)
Pulled up in the Lam', it was manual, I had to stall that (Let's go)
I just made ten M's today, b*tch, that's all facts
Call my phone, don't answer me, then I told the girl don't ball back (Woah)
Drip, splash, I can just sauce that (Sauce it)
Yeah, I pick the b*tch up
But I made her walk back (Walk)

[Verse 3]
Yeah, chain gang
Diamonds in my chain hang
Diamonds in my chain swing (Woah)
I'm just tryna maintain (Vroom)
Now I'm talking 'bout the fame (Yeah)
f*cking with my f*cking brain (Let's go)
I can go in any lane (Woah)
Tear that b*tch up out the frame (Yeah)
Hotbox a Mulsanne (Woah)
I just gotta ventilate (Woah)
I just got a new Range (Woah)
Yeah, it came with different plates
One, two, three, four
Skip the six, skip the eight
Then I skip the sh*t to ten
Run from 12, and I'm straight
You ain't never reach your day
You can't go where I go, you can't stay where I stay (Stay)
Her n*gga in the way
Picked her up in my Rolls (Woah)
She don't know where I stay, f*cked that girl on vacay, yeah
[Chorus]
No, she ain't never gon' talk back
Gettin' big money, that's a tall bag
Go to Bergdorf, spend a small bag
Look at my back, Chrome Heart tags
Louis V like I'm Virgil, got the all-white, told the b*tch Off that (Let's go)
Pulled up in the Lam', it was manual, I had to stall that
I just made ten M's today, b*tch, that's all facts
Call my phone, don't answer me, then I told the girl don't ball back (Hello? Okay)
Drip, splash, I can just sauce that (Let's go)
Yeah, I pick the b*tch up
But I made her walk back (Walk)

[Outro]
Yeah, I picked the b*tch up
And I made her walk back
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