No Heart (feat. Lattz)

You got no heart but you're gripping a weapon
Talk on my name don't care what you repping
No question if I tell bro wet him I know for a fact that he's gonna go check him
Took one L but I call that progression
Always back my bredrin
Bro got bagged now got court pending
Too many man do it all for attention

I walk in a room full of niggas I don't even know and I feel like they're looking at me
Like Loski I got it on me got it tucked in my jeans got bro like Sam got Dean
Canteen bro told me he needs more food more weight nah we ain't talking protein
Yeah I need more P got a gunner with me
On the block with the boys not the back of the street

Lowkey nah I'm not on the talkin ting
Blueprint like Jay yeah I'm tryna get rich
When I'm broke for the dough yeah I'm taking a trip
I roll with gorrilas can't roll with a chimp
How you talking shit in the booth like that when we all know that you ain't built like that
Told bro do a drill then come right back
Big bro told me get cash don't crash

But I wanna do both like Headie my niggas be ready
I'm drinking coke with a bit of my henny
Not too much
When I'm on a glide yeah I'm tryna have fun (Tryna have fun)
Talking drills but what have you done
Moving dumb
How you get touched and you're out in the club
Hopped out cars and watched man run but you hopped out cars and could've got bun (Bow)

Could've become a victim nicking
If I get bagged can't do no snitching
Gripping been on streets with a kitchen itching tryna go put that tip in

Bros got me and I got him too
In the north or in the three two
Made man run he left his shoe
Your girl tryna chill with the goons (Bow Bow)

AOE that's action over everything
Any beef I got no I ain't settling
Two in one week broski bring the kettle in (Bring it bring it)
If I see little R*** ima pepper him
And we go sticks no kids but we meddling
In the shubs likkle Remz brought the metal in
Fly out the whip with a stick pure adrenaline (Ra Ra Ra)

South of the city don't fuck with C***
How your ting don't work like Riri
Panic and dash every time that you see me
Ima put that yute on the TV me and Kiki had the dots in Fifi's
When I bucked into P**** he's speedy he's neeky how the fuck can he beef me

You got no heart but you're gripping a weapon
Talk on my name don't care what you repping
No question if I tell bro wet him I know for a fact that he's gonna go check him
Took one L but I call that progression
Always back my bredrin
Bro got bagged now got court pending
Too many do it all for attention



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Writer(s): Johnson Mbatangie
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