Heartless

You'll know when I rise to the 6
Grabbin' that knife and I'll cut your bitch
I'll put you in a fucken ditch, just listen
All that fucken talk is toxic

Holdin' all your homies pockets
You don't want the beef so homie stop it
Don't wanna dig your grave, just drop it
Go home, grab your gun and cock it

The reaper waiting by your fucken rottin' corpse
Blood and flesh has stained the floor
But you said you that you wanted war

Thought I'd never find out, I'll cut your fucken eyes out
Bein a bitch in the back with a call out
Doesn't matter what you say 'cause we all gettin' paid
You once had clout but it all gone fade now

I'm stayin' heartless in the mind just to play
All that talk you can't relate just take a walk you can't complain
There's a lot I'm leavin' out, a lot of doubt you given out
So fuck your feelings, here and now we're sick of dealin' with these clowns

Pussy mothafucker wanna talk about our numbers
But we know that you the one who be hiding undercovers
Bitch boy, better watch your mothafuckin' mouth
When I pull up with a stick bouta take a nigga out

You lookin' like typical mothafucker that's lookin' for a handout
Shit there's bouta be a man down
Mama should've told you to never run your mothafuckin' mouth
Now she gotta see you laying in a ditch now

You don't wanna start no beef with me
You trying act hard, bitch boy you sweet
You know what they say, that talk is cheap
Depressed ass drunk boy trying to reach

Watch yo fuckin mouth and your damn tone until we in person
Until then keep on suckin' that dick and keep on fuckin lurkin' hoe

Mossberg pump to the chest
And I don't give a fuck if I'm making a mess
Lost in dark while I'm choppin' up bodies
I do this shit blindly, the devils impressed

Better think twice who you fuck with
I can see through you posers you nothing
Got your shitty name written on my black list
If you wanna step up you gon' find out quick that you ain't shit



Credits
Writer(s): Angel Cabrera, Beau Holland, Evgenii Nergeim
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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