[Intro]
Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew
(You have no heart)
Ayy, huh (You have no heart)
Yeah (You have no heart)
Yeah (You have no hear-)

[Verse]
Gelato cookies, shit got me zooted
Pussy n***a really do this
N***as act like I'on shoot shit
Finna slide to his block, target practice
Talkin' crazy like you fire, but you wack, bitch
Three bands off, twenty K, I know you cappin'
Take that gun from yo' hands, now you lackin'
You ain't finna use your hands 'cause you passive
I'ma face my fuckin' wood, I ain't gon' pass it
Drop a tape, let it run up and bring them racks in
Don't let me sell you weed, bitch, I'm taxin'
Servin' Za', bitch, I got it out the backend
He cop a eighth for three hunnid 'cause I taxed him
Pussy n***a, learn your fractions
Dumbass n***a

[Outro]
Take that gun from yo' hands, now you lackin'