Haha
I'm not handicap But I always walk with my stick
Fuck the opps them niggas ain't never on shit
Throwing salt on my name like I ain't a shark
I don't have a heart
I don't need a heart
(I Don't Need A Heart)
Ha Ha
Big ass gun make me walk with a limp
How the fuck you street they took yo fire off yo hip
Betta move when I up it cause I'm gone let it rip
U betta
Dip Dip Dip
Dip Dip Dip
(Boom)
If I catch you in that cat
Ima send yo bitch ass straight to hell
Jus know I'm staying in that bitch
if they take me back to jail
Yo bitch venting to me
Telling me you ain't got no sells
Putting twenties over them ones boy you played it off so well
Ha ha
Haha
Had to take a laugh
I know a bitch with a Krusty Krab she take a musty bath
Dirty ass nigga need a hand out
Man I hate those, on my shroom trip
Mad dat God even made those
This bitch mine ain't got no note
Paid cash for this ho I'll wreck it
I'm tryna see if everything really bigger down in Texas
The streets got watered down when these niggas started giving confessions
Loyalty went out the window
When yo niggas in competition
I rather b da nigga killing
Instead of da nigga dying
Got tired of doing all da dealing
So I start supplying
He ain't even look me in my eyes
I know that nigga lying
Pop his ass no shells at da scene the
Perfect crime
Never Ever been up to New York
But I still do true crime
Tony said The world is yours
Well bitch the world is mine
I ain't seen a thang
Donna Goodin
I'm legally blind
Her hoe ass friend giving her advice the blind leading the blind
If yo nigga a bitch
I'm assume you a bitch
Watch da company u keep
I been out here like a pot hole
Way deep in these streets
Seen a nigga sell a P
Cop a chain and think he Meech
Seen a nigga pick up a sack
Start ballin crazy
He think he me
I'm not handicap But I always walk with my stick
Fuck the opps them niggas ain't never on shit
Throwing salt on my name like I ain't a shark
I don't have a heart
I don't need a heart
(I Don't Need A Heart)
Ha Ha
Big ass gun make me walk with a limp
How the fuck you street they took yo fire off yo hip
Betta move when I up it cause I'm gone let it rip
U betta
Dip Dip Dip
Dip Dip Dip
Fuck the opps them niggas ain't never on shit
Throwing salt on my name like I ain't a shark
I don't have a heart
I don't need a heart
(I Don't Need A Heart)
Ha Ha
Big ass gun make me walk with a limp
How the fuck you street they took yo fire off yo hip
Betta move when I up it cause I'm gone let it rip
U betta
Dip Dip Dip
Dip Dip Dip
(Boom)
If I catch you in that cat
Ima send yo bitch ass straight to hell
Jus know I'm staying in that bitch
if they take me back to jail
Yo bitch venting to me
Telling me you ain't got no sells
Putting twenties over them ones boy you played it off so well
Ha ha
Haha
Had to take a laugh
I know a bitch with a Krusty Krab she take a musty bath
Dirty ass nigga need a hand out
Man I hate those, on my shroom trip
Mad dat God even made those
This bitch mine ain't got no note
Paid cash for this ho I'll wreck it
I'm tryna see if everything really bigger down in Texas
The streets got watered down when these niggas started giving confessions
Loyalty went out the window
When yo niggas in competition
I rather b da nigga killing
Instead of da nigga dying
Got tired of doing all da dealing
So I start supplying
He ain't even look me in my eyes
I know that nigga lying
Pop his ass no shells at da scene the
Perfect crime
Never Ever been up to New York
But I still do true crime
Tony said The world is yours
Well bitch the world is mine
I ain't seen a thang
Donna Goodin
I'm legally blind
Her hoe ass friend giving her advice the blind leading the blind
If yo nigga a bitch
I'm assume you a bitch
Watch da company u keep
I been out here like a pot hole
Way deep in these streets
Seen a nigga sell a P
Cop a chain and think he Meech
Seen a nigga pick up a sack
Start ballin crazy
He think he me
I'm not handicap But I always walk with my stick
Fuck the opps them niggas ain't never on shit
Throwing salt on my name like I ain't a shark
I don't have a heart
I don't need a heart
(I Don't Need A Heart)
Ha Ha
Big ass gun make me walk with a limp
How the fuck you street they took yo fire off yo hip
Betta move when I up it cause I'm gone let it rip
U betta
Dip Dip Dip
Dip Dip Dip
Credits
Writer(s): Ken Patterson
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