(You Have No Heart)

[verse 1: prse]

T-This bitch won't answer
I put you up in the sky like a banner
No I am really not into that banter
But play with me I'll get you— like a camera (Yeah)
Your bitch a scammer
Selling her body online a free-lancer
Pussy get popped like a mafuckin' Fanta–
(Yeah, uh) Big Glock .45
Pots whipping that stove
Said he got too many hoes lies
This bitch already knows I-
Half a zip and i'ma go
Big ass stick finna' make him fold, yeah

Bitch I'm god
Ex bitch wanna' be me on god
I told her no and made that bitch walk
After I hit she couldn't even walk, yeah
I spend me a bag
I'm gonna' blow it in Sak's
Or I'm gonna' blow out her back
If she bad I might pay for hеr tab
Why you tripping is you off a tab?
Put you on a shirt now everyone sad, yеah
Six feet in the dirt
I might be young but I put in the work
I got the green make that bitch twerk
Pour up the lean, pints that we serve
She wanna' fuck I told her sure
But that bitch was a slut, so I curved
(Yeah, You Have No Heart)

[verse 2: jaydes]

Ha, he get hit—huh hit up
Risk but my wrists cut
We could get this bitch rocked
Posted with that big stuff
He gon' get his shit jumped
Aye, like he gon' get his shit tucked
Like get me that ass myself

Huh, ain't pay no price
He talking crazy my n***as gon' slide
I got a popper on me by my side
Hang with the opposition you gon' die
N***a a bitch he get sprinkled like rice
My n***as jugging finnesing the pints
They be like "Jaydes I got a new question
How you a trap n***a but you-"

Where's your bitch at?
N***a talk, get clapped
Pussy think he big bad
Like we gon' kick his shit back
Racks he ain't get that
Pussy n***as staying out
N***as know i'm fucking him
I don't need no name tag