Berikut merupakan No Heart Lyrics - 21 Savage. Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard? Why these niggas cappin' so hard? Why you got a 12 car garage? Why you pullin' all these rappers cards? Cause these niggas pussy and I'm hard I turn that fucking soft into some hard I grew up in the streets without no heart I'm praying to my Glock and my carbon I sit back and read, like Cat in the hat 21 Savage, the cat with the MAC 21 Savage not Boyz N The Hood but I pull up on you, shoot your ass in the
back
Stuart Little, heard these niggas some rats Pockets full of cheese, bitch I got racks I'm a real street nigga bitch I am not one of these niggas bangin' on wax Pussy niggas love sneak dissing 'til I pull up on 'em, slap 'em out with the fire Wet your mama's house, wet your grandma's house, keep shootin' until somebody die So many shots the neighbor looked at the
calendar, thought it was Fourth of July You was with your friends playing Nintendo, I was playin' 'round with that fire Seventh grade I got caught with a pistol, sent me to Panthersville Eighth grade started playin' football, then I was like fuck the field No Heart Lyrics - 21 Savage
Ninth grade I was knocking niggas out, nigga like Holyfield
Fast forward nigga, 2016 and I'm screaming fuck a deal
Bad bitch with me, she so thick, I don't even need a pill
I listened to your raps, thought you was hard
You ain't even street for real
Niggas love sneak dissing on twitter
They don't want beef for real
And all these niggas play like they tough
'Til a nigga get killed
'Til a nigga get spilled,
'Til your blood get spilled
I'm a at your favorite rapper, shoot him like I'm John Dill'
"I been with you since day one. Savage, I ain't even hating."
So what's up with all that Instagram shit?
"Savage, I was just playin'."
Y'all pussy niggas fakin', bitch I hang around them Haitians
Pull up on you, tie your kids up
Pistol whip you while your bitch naked
"Come on, man. Savage, you know I always play your mixtape."
Yeah, nigga, fuck all that, ask your bitch how my dick tastes
Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?
Why these niggas cappin' so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin' all these rappers cards?
Cause these niggas pussy and I'm hard
I turn that fucking soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I'm praying to my Glock and my carbon
So much dope that it broke the scale
They say crack kills, nigga my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and he rappin' a bale
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt
Chain swangin', diamonds blangin', hold up
Pistol swangin', gang bangin', hold up
Niggas actin', like groupies, they don't know us
Little do they know their bitches fuckin' on the tour bus
Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?
Why these niggas cappin' so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin' all these rappers cards?
Cause these niggas pussy and I'm hard
I turn that fucking soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I grew up in the streets without no heart
So much dope that it broke the scale
They say crack kills, nigga my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and he rappin' a bale
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt
Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard? I sit back and read like Cat in the Hat Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard? So much dope that it broke the scale Young Savage, why you trappin' so
hard? So much dope that it broke the scale CreditsNo Heart
Why these niggas cappin' so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin' all these rappers cards?
Cause these niggas pussy and I'm hard
I turn that fucking soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I'm praying to my Glock and my card
21 Savage,
the cat with the MAC
21 Savage not Boyz N The Hood but I pull up on you, shoot your ass in the back
Stuart Little, heard these niggas some rats
Pockets full of cheese, bitch I got racks
I'm a real street nigga bitch
I am not one of these niggas bangin' on wax
Pussy niggas love sneak dissing 'til I pull up on 'em, slap 'em out with the fire
Wet your mama's house, wet your grandma's house, keep shootin' until somebody die
So many shots the neighbor looked at the
calendar, thought it was Fourth of July
You was with your friends playing Nintendo, I was playin' 'round with that fire
Seventh grade I got caught with a pistol, sent me to Pantherville
Eighth grade started playin' football, then I was like fuck the field
Ninth grade I was knocking niggas out, nigga like Holyfield
Fast forward nigga, 2016 and I'm screaming fuck a deal
Bad bitch with me, she so thick, I don't even need a pill
I listen to your raps, thought you was
hard
You ain't even street for real
Niggas love sneak dissing on twitter
They don't want beef for real
And all these niggas play like they tough
'Till a nigga get killed
'Till a nigga get spilled, 'til your blood get spilled
I'ma at your favorite rapper, shoot him like I'm John Dill'
"I been with you since day one, Savage I ain't even hating"
So what's up with all that instagram shit?
"Savage I was just playin'"
Y'all pussy niggas fakin', bitch I hang
around them Haitians
Pull up on you, tie your kids up
Pistol whip you while your bitch naked
"Come on man, Savage you know I always play your mixtape"
Yeah nigga fuck all that, ask your bitch how my dick tastes
Why these niggas cappin' so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin' all these rappers cards?
Cause these niggas pussy and I'm hard
I turn that fucking soft into some hard
I grew up in the
streets without no heart
I'm praying to my Glock and my card
They say crack kills, nigga my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and he rappin' a bale
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt
Chain swangin', diamonds blangin', hold up
Pistol swangin', gang bangin', hold up
Niggas actin' like groupies, they don't know us
Little do they know their bitches fuckin' on the tour bus
Why these niggas cappin' so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin' all these rappers cards?
Cause these niggas pussy and I'm hard
I turn that fucking soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I grew up in the streets without no heart
They say crack kills, nigga my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and he rappin' a bale
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt
Writer(s):
Leland Tyler Wayne, Joshua Howard Luellen, Shayaa Bin Abraham-joseph, Tim Gomringer, Kevin Gomringer
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