Trippie Redd
Heart Racing
[Intro]
(Loaded, what up?)

[Chorus]
Your love like Forza, heart racing, heart racing
Zero to a hundred real quick (I'm gone), heart racing, heart racing
Bae, let's talk about some real shit, heart racing, heart racing
I'm tryna fuck, bae, I ain't on no chill shit, yeah, heart racing (Yeah), heart racing

[Verse 1]
Baby, I love you, I just had to let you know, let you know
When I pull up, bitch, be ready out the door, out the door
We hit the crib, her panties hit the damn floor, hit the floor
She bouncin' ass with my dick up in her throat, (Yeah), in her throat, yeah
Keep on playin', bitch, you know we fuckin' (Uh)
Bend it over, get on top, baby, you know we fuckin'
In the kitchen, on the couch, baby, keep on suckin'
I don't think anything matters 'cause you that know we fuckin'

[Chorus]
Your love like Forza, heart racing, heart racing
Zero to a hundred real quick (I'm gone), heart racing, heart racing
Bae, let's talk about some real shit (For real, boo), heart racing, heart racing
I'm tryna fuck, bae, I ain't on no chill shit, yeah, heart racing (Yeah), heart racing

[Verse 2]
Versace pillows, Versace pillows, Versace pillows, feel at home
Moncler when I'm cold, got a couple shows
Bae, I'm on the road, wanna link bae? Let me know
I just couldn't go, I just couldn't leave you there
When you call me, bae, know I will be there
She at the after-party, she like how it feel in there
Won't find no love in here, lil' baby, only pills in here
Only strippers and bills in here
[Chorus]
Your love like Forza, heart racing, heart racing
Zero to a hundred real quick (I'm gone), heart racing, heart racing
Bae, let's talk about some real shit, heart racing, heart racing
I'm tryna fuck, bae, I ain't on no chill shit, yeah, heart racing (Yeah), heart racing