Heart Lyrics

I got mad respect for my father and them

But they don't give a fuck you just not it to them

They act like you asking for money or sum

All I want is advice why you dubbing your son

I've been fucking up bread cuz a nigga still young

I've been touching this bread got these cuts on my thumbs

I've been shitting on niggas like I need a tums

Finna kick down that door like i'm banging a drum

I relate to the block cuz I stayed in the slums

Bitch I used to be poor and I played with them guns

If you ain't have no strap then your ass better run

If you make that shit back then I promise you won

If you get on get back then you getting them funds

We breaking the law and we having mad fun

We spinning these cars blowing smoke in the sun

I spent a whole check on these Balenci runners

They talking like rats so they kick it with Gunna

My brother just said i'm a number one stunna

Your mother just said i'm a number one stunna

I have my young niggas make bread off some numbers

I love my whole gang we split bread like we hungry

One thing we always gon do is make money

One thing we always gon do is make money

One thing we always gon do is make money

One thing we always gon do is make money

One thing we always gon do is make money

One thing we always gon do is make money