MOZART!

[Intro]

(Y2, is that you?)

(Ayy, Cv, you cooked this?)

[Chorus: SoFaygo & yoaugusto]

And I know she want me, I get it

Because all my pockets greened up

Oh no, no, I'm not talking 'bout lettuce

If that boy try to snake, I behead 'em

Got that burner on me, just a heads up

Man, that chopper gon' clap with no hands

Now that lil' boy, he doing his dance

And I'm feeling like fuck all my friends

I'ma still count up my bands

I don't know why these niggas faking, they always end up fucked up in the end

Okay, and I'm loving, I'm loving this guap, and I'm matching and mixing these brands

And I told that bitch that I really don't love her, I'm passing that ho to my mans

And that girl got a cold heart, Chrome Hearts on my body, I'm way too advanced

Though we having a slow start, never letting this shit fuck up what I got planned

Playing this shit, feel like Mozart (Yeah)

Bang the chopper like Cozart (Yeah)

And she said I'm breaking her whole heart

I don't wanna hit if she don't start (If she don't start, woah)

[Verse: yoaugusto]

Yeah, broke my heart, can't get it back

Chrome Hearts on my jacket, shit, I got Chrome tags

I know that we up then we down, that shit make me mad

I know that you stuck with a nigga, he can't get no bag

I got some backends with me

I got some niggas who tagging for me

She popped a Perc' and she blackout with me

I got Armani on all of my jeans

She see my face and she all on her knees

She like my voice, my melodies

I got a stick, don't let it sing

She keep on choosing, I get to the scene

Fucking with your feelings, it fucked up with my brain

I can't trust these hoes 'cause they all gon' act the same

All you feel is pain, Palm Angels, ain't in my lane

Yeah, yeah, huh, yeah

[Chorus: SoFaygo & yoaugusto]

And I know she want me, I get it

Because all my pockets greened up

Oh no, no, I'm not talking 'bout lettuce

If that boy try to snake, I behead 'em

Got that burner on me, just a heads up

Man, that chopper gon' clap with no hands

Now that lil' boy, he doing his dance

And I'm feeling like fuck all my friends

I'ma still count up my bands

I don't know why these niggas faking, they always end up fucked up in the end

Okay, and I'm loving, I'm loving this guap, and I'm matching and mixing these brands

And I told that bitch that I really don't love her, I'm passing that ho to my mans

And that girl got a cold heart, Chrome Hearts on my body, I'm way too advanced

Though we having a slow start, never letting this shit fuck up what I got planned

Playing this shit, feel like Mozart (Yeah)

Bang the chopper like Cozart (Yeah)

And she said I'm breaking her whole heart

I don't wanna hit if she don't start (If she don't start, woah)