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21 Savage - No Heart lyrics

Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?
Why these n***as cappin' so hard?
Why you got a twelve car garage?
Why you pullin' all these rappers cards?
'Cause these n***as p**y and I'm hard
I turn that f**ing soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I'm praying to my Glock and my card

I sit back and read like Cat in the Hat
Twenty-one Savage, the cat with the MAC
Twenty-one Savage not Boyz N The Hood but I pull up on you, shoot your a** in the back
Stuart Little, heard these n***as some rats
Pockets full of cheese, b**h I got racks
I'm a real street n***a b**h
I am not one of these n***as bangin' on wax
p**y n***as 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 f** the field
Ninth grade I was knocking n***as out, n***a like Holyfield
Fast forward n***a, twenty sixteen and I'm screaming f** a deal
Bad b**h 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
n***as love sneak dissing on twitter
They don't want beef for real
And all these n***as play like they tough
'Til a n***a get k**ed
'Til a n***a 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 sh**?
Savage I was just playin'
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Y'all p**y n***as fakin', b**h I hang around them Haitians
Pull up on you, tie your kids up
Pistol whip you while your b**h naked
Come on man, Savage you know I always play your mixtape
Yeah n***a f** all that, ask your b**h how my dick tastes

Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?
Why these n***as cappin' so hard?
Why you got a twelve car garage?
Why you pullin' all these rappers cards?
'Cause these n***as p**y and I'm hard
I turn that f**ing soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I'm praying to my Glock and my card

So much dope that it broke the scale
They say crack k**s, n***a 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
n***as actin' like groupies, they don't know us
Little do they know their b**hes f**in' on the tour bus

Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?
Why these n***as cappin' so hard?
Why you got a twelve car garage?
Why you pullin' all these rappers cards?
'Cause these n***as p**y and I'm hard
I turn that f**ing 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 k**s, n***a my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and he rappin' a bale
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt

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