Black Heart Bastard! (feat. Kid Sora & Batsu)
What you say? What you want? I'm a don
Put my heart and my cup in a song
Good za, big bong, take a chop
Two seat, Kevin Hart, ride along
What do you mean? What did you say?
"Oh, that nigga mid", what a shitty take
Used to be broke, now look how much a nigga make
Eat your fucking heart out, how that shit taste?
Oh my god, I'm so baked
Shut the fuck up for your own sake
No one gave a shit before
But look at me today
I did it, ha, yeah, I did it
Call it fatality how I'm going for the finish
Black heart bastard, dirty demon
Nigga, wicked
Nigga hit my line talking crazy, let's see who with it, ha
No cap, no fitted
I ain't even stressing it cuz a young nigga winning
Leave a nigga uh, uh, uh, like Timmy
Birth by sleep
She see I'm rocking that armor, I'm rocking that black heart
Said "fuck who you are, give a fuck what your stats are"
Ah-ahhh, we just don't give a damn
Straight from the M & I head to the B
Hit up Landeezy like "bro, what's the plan?"
Chilling with, ugh, chilling with gang
Talking that shit then I pull out my stand like huh?
Fuck is you on, nigga?
Just don't do my team wrong nigga
One-on-one then you gone nigga
We tagging your street & your lawn nigga
Look at my gang's pockets, they all bigger
This an elixir, this not liquor
We getting back to it
She say that she fuck with my music
Bitch this the real, not the fake, don't confuse it
They ran off wit the flow when they learned how to use it
Yeah, they ran off wit the flow when they learned how to use it
Left the crib with no stick, like boy is you stupid?
Ramune and tris, it's slowing my movement
I'm feelin sick
Got this bitch and she too damn turnt
She be mad if I don't spend no time
I'm just tryna get rich
Buy clothes just to take these flicks
I'd be mad if the chrome don't fit
I don't know where I'd take this bitch
I don't care long as she get lit
And I don't care what that lil boy doing
If it ain't about money don't listen to it
What you say? What you want? I'm a don
Put my heart and my cup in a song
Good za, big bong, take a chop
Two seat, Kevin Hart, ride along
(Let's go)
Put my heart and my cup in a song
Good za, big bong, take a chop
Two seat, Kevin Hart, ride along
What do you mean? What did you say?
"Oh, that nigga mid", what a shitty take
Used to be broke, now look how much a nigga make
Eat your fucking heart out, how that shit taste?
Oh my god, I'm so baked
Shut the fuck up for your own sake
No one gave a shit before
But look at me today
I did it, ha, yeah, I did it
Call it fatality how I'm going for the finish
Black heart bastard, dirty demon
Nigga, wicked
Nigga hit my line talking crazy, let's see who with it, ha
No cap, no fitted
I ain't even stressing it cuz a young nigga winning
Leave a nigga uh, uh, uh, like Timmy
Birth by sleep
She see I'm rocking that armor, I'm rocking that black heart
Said "fuck who you are, give a fuck what your stats are"
Ah-ahhh, we just don't give a damn
Straight from the M & I head to the B
Hit up Landeezy like "bro, what's the plan?"
Chilling with, ugh, chilling with gang
Talking that shit then I pull out my stand like huh?
Fuck is you on, nigga?
Just don't do my team wrong nigga
One-on-one then you gone nigga
We tagging your street & your lawn nigga
Look at my gang's pockets, they all bigger
This an elixir, this not liquor
We getting back to it
She say that she fuck with my music
Bitch this the real, not the fake, don't confuse it
They ran off wit the flow when they learned how to use it
Yeah, they ran off wit the flow when they learned how to use it
Left the crib with no stick, like boy is you stupid?
Ramune and tris, it's slowing my movement
I'm feelin sick
Got this bitch and she too damn turnt
She be mad if I don't spend no time
I'm just tryna get rich
Buy clothes just to take these flicks
I'd be mad if the chrome don't fit
I don't know where I'd take this bitch
I don't care long as she get lit
And I don't care what that lil boy doing
If it ain't about money don't listen to it
What you say? What you want? I'm a don
Put my heart and my cup in a song
Good za, big bong, take a chop
Two seat, Kevin Hart, ride along
(Let's go)
Credits
Writer(s): Erick Caridad
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