No Heart - 21 Savage/Metro Boomin
Lyrics by：21 Savage
Southside Southside on the Southside on the hey
Metro Boomin' want some more nigga
Young Savage why you trapping so hard?
Why these niggas capping so hard?
Why you got a twelve-car garage?
Why you pulling all these rapper's cards?
'Cause these niggas ***** and I'm hard
I turn that ******* 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'll pull up on you shoot yo *** in the back
Stuart Little heard these niggas some rats
Pocket full of cheese ***** I got racks
I'm a real street nigga *****
I am not one of these niggas banging on wax
***** niggas love sneak dissing
Till I pull up on 'em slap 'em out with the fire
Wet your mama house wet your grandma house
Keep shooting until somebody die
So many shots the neighbor looked at the calendar
Thought it was the Fourth of July
You was with you friends playing Nintendo
I was playing 'round with that fire
Seventh grade I got caught with a pistol
Sent me to Pantherville
Eighth grade started playing football
Then I was like **** the field
Ninth grade I was knocking niggas out
Nigga like Holyfield
Fast forward nigga 2016
And I'm screaming **** a deal
Bad ***** 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
Till your blood get spilled
I'ma @ 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 ****?
Savage I was just playing
Y'all ***** nigga faking
***** I hang around them Haitians
Pull up on you tie your kids up
Pistol whip your wife your ***** naked
Come on man Savage
You know I always play your mixtape
Yeah nigga **** all that
Ask your ***** how my **** taste
Young Savage why you trapping so hard?
Why these niggas capping so hard?
Why you got a twelve-car garage?
Why you pulling all these rapper's cards?
'Cause these niggas ***** and I'm hard
I turn that ******* soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I'm praying to my Glock and my carbon
So much **** that it broke the scale
They say crack kills nigga my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and he wrapping a bale
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt
Chain swinging diamonds blinging hold up
Pistol swanging gang banging hold up
Niggas acting like groupies they don't know us
Little do they know they ******* ******* on the tour bus
Young Savage why you trapping so hard?
Why these niggas capping so hard?
Why you got a twelve-car garage?
Why you pulling all these rapper's cards?
'Cause these niggas ***** and I'm hard
I turn that ******* soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I grew up in the streets without no heart
So much **** that it broke the scale
They say crack kills nigga my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and he wrapping a bale
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt
