HEART RATE by EELSIRCC Lyrics
POUR THAT DRANK
SMOKE THAT DANK
POUR THAT DRANK
SMOKE THAT DANK
POUR THAT DRANK
SMOKE THAT DANK
YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH
(HOOK)
HEART-RATE FEEL IT PUL-SING GET IT BU-SSING
(YEAH) YEAH EYE FEEL IT (YEAH) YEAH (YEAH) I FEEL IT YEAH IN-TAKE WHEN YOU SMO-KING BLOW THE DOPE WITH
THE SIRCC (YEAH) I FEEL IT YEAH (YEAH) EYE FEEL IT YEAH
SHAW-TY FEELING SIR-CCY FEEL THAT EEL SHE LIKE DAMN YEAH I FEEL IT YEAH (YEAH) YEAH EYE FEEL IT YEAH
SO MANY SO MANY WAYS (YEAH) I FEEL IT YEAH
YEAH EYE FEEL YEAH (YEAH) YEAH I FEEL IT YEAH
(REPEAT HOOK)
[Verse 1: SIRCCY]
Everywhere I go people (yeah) looking at me
Yeah I know they want my glo
Cuz I look like diamonds dancing (yeah)
Drop-top-phantom, 35 mm, stop-drop-fan em'
Hue color chandelier
Blue face, blue face counting dead n*ggas
I count till Im blue faced I love this bread n*gga
You a lame but you smart now watch how Sirccy get-it
At that that triple 6 smoking that cali-legit
Dont be knocking at my door just for any shit
Dont be stalking on my hoes if you ain't getting bands
How-you-call your-self my whoadie we ain't even friends?
How you stacking all that money and you ain't got no ends?
This party bussing damn but I'm chilling
I'm spitting game to these hoes I got no feelings
HEART RATE RISING DAMN I FEEL IT MY N*GGAS RIDE YEAH THEY RIDE WITH NO CEILINGS
(HOOK 2X)
SMOKE THAT DANK
POUR THAT DRANK
SMOKE THAT DANK
POUR THAT DRANK
SMOKE THAT DANK
YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH
(HOOK)
HEART-RATE FEEL IT PUL-SING GET IT BU-SSING
(YEAH) YEAH EYE FEEL IT (YEAH) YEAH (YEAH) I FEEL IT YEAH IN-TAKE WHEN YOU SMO-KING BLOW THE DOPE WITH
THE SIRCC (YEAH) I FEEL IT YEAH (YEAH) EYE FEEL IT YEAH
SHAW-TY FEELING SIR-CCY FEEL THAT EEL SHE LIKE DAMN YEAH I FEEL IT YEAH (YEAH) YEAH EYE FEEL IT YEAH
SO MANY SO MANY WAYS (YEAH) I FEEL IT YEAH
YEAH EYE FEEL YEAH (YEAH) YEAH I FEEL IT YEAH
(REPEAT HOOK)
[Verse 1: SIRCCY]
Everywhere I go people (yeah) looking at me
Yeah I know they want my glo
Cuz I look like diamonds dancing (yeah)
Drop-top-phantom, 35 mm, stop-drop-fan em'
Hue color chandelier
Blue face, blue face counting dead n*ggas
I count till Im blue faced I love this bread n*gga
You a lame but you smart now watch how Sirccy get-it
At that that triple 6 smoking that cali-legit
Dont be knocking at my door just for any shit
Dont be stalking on my hoes if you ain't getting bands
How-you-call your-self my whoadie we ain't even friends?
How you stacking all that money and you ain't got no ends?
This party bussing damn but I'm chilling
I'm spitting game to these hoes I got no feelings
HEART RATE RISING DAMN I FEEL IT MY N*GGAS RIDE YEAH THEY RIDE WITH NO CEILINGS
(HOOK 2X)