No Heart
Bitch I'm a mother fucking rockstar
I don't do no sprite with the wockhardt
Toast a nigga up, he a pop tart
Fucking with me, you not smart
Why you acting hard
You ain't got no heart
Yea I wanna use that for it
(Bitch I'm a mother fucking)
(Bitch I'm a mother fucking)
Ap wrist froze
Diamonds in my nose
Got carats in my nose
Got carats in the ear
I know they in rear
Yea I know they see us
Yea, yeezys on
Yeezy season
Yea, 350
Uh, spin 'em round
360
Uh, yea I gotta stop fucking with Tiffany
Yea, I gotta stop fucking with Brittany
Uh, yea they keep messing with that white girl yea
They can put it in yo nose
They get you out of control
Uh, yea I gotta come with the whoa
Uh, yea they might just come take yo' soul
Uh, yea
All my diamonds cold
Wrist cold
Bitch cold
Wrist froze
Wrist gold
Neck gold
Don't panic
K he that nigga that just ran it
This shit so sick no pandemic
I just wanna buy it, not rent it
I said it, I meant
And don't you forget it
And all of my niggas
We all tryna get it
Yea so don't you fucking miss it
What you say, forget it
Yea, I'm the mother fucking ticket
I'm the man in my house now
And I'm finna tear the house down cause
Bitch I'm a mother fucking rockstar
I don't do no sprite with the wockhardt
Toast a nigga up, he a pop tart
Fucking with me, you not smart
Why you acting hard
You ain't got no heart
You ain't got no heart
I don't do no sprite with the wockhardt
Toast a nigga up, he a pop tart
Fucking with me, you not smart
Why you acting hard
You ain't got no heart
Yea I wanna use that for it
(Bitch I'm a mother fucking)
(Bitch I'm a mother fucking)
Ap wrist froze
Diamonds in my nose
Got carats in my nose
Got carats in the ear
I know they in rear
Yea I know they see us
Yea, yeezys on
Yeezy season
Yea, 350
Uh, spin 'em round
360
Uh, yea I gotta stop fucking with Tiffany
Yea, I gotta stop fucking with Brittany
Uh, yea they keep messing with that white girl yea
They can put it in yo nose
They get you out of control
Uh, yea I gotta come with the whoa
Uh, yea they might just come take yo' soul
Uh, yea
All my diamonds cold
Wrist cold
Bitch cold
Wrist froze
Wrist gold
Neck gold
Don't panic
K he that nigga that just ran it
This shit so sick no pandemic
I just wanna buy it, not rent it
I said it, I meant
And don't you forget it
And all of my niggas
We all tryna get it
Yea so don't you fucking miss it
What you say, forget it
Yea, I'm the mother fucking ticket
I'm the man in my house now
And I'm finna tear the house down cause
Bitch I'm a mother fucking rockstar
I don't do no sprite with the wockhardt
Toast a nigga up, he a pop tart
Fucking with me, you not smart
Why you acting hard
You ain't got no heart
You ain't got no heart
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Writer(s): Kirk Manning
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