21 Savage - No Heart lyrics

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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' 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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