H3ARTL3SS Lyrics

(Yea)

(Never)

Fuck with the gang and we rolling him up

Stepping in traffic we holding him up

I ride with my bitch and holding her butt

She getting that money from catwalk strut

I'm out here getting this bag off, What?

I'm really tryna go get this damn bag off

Fuck what a nigga talking bout he mad

I know his body fit a body bag

Type of nigga know my bitch bad

And that just boost a nigga confidence

But fuck them hoes I'm bout to pop out wit cutters

I'm on the street looking for guns and butter

The chopper go bldddddd I stuttered

But the money counter going beep

Ooh cleared off a hunnid racks

Nigga my money is coming out so neat

Vamp move around the street with no blood nigga

Nigga just feel so incomplete

(Yea)

So I gotta keep the gang with me

Like a chain them niggas gon hang with me

And they'll bang with me, bang out for me too

Nigga shoot a nigga in his dome nigga

Hold up told him nigga who is you?

Swiss cheese a nigga body

If he don't pay me back with all the proper cheddar

I was just in New York I had to beat nigga ass like Def Jam Vendetta

I'm her mouth like sour amaretto

Ooh gun black just like Omeretta

I just scored a thirty pointer at the jewelry store

I don't even wanna talk no more

I just fucked the baddest bitch inside the party

All the opps giving screw face

I gave her some dick and she tripping my nigga

I'm sorry I'm skipping the shoe lace

These niggas be talking bout balling and tricking

My nigga you like Jackie Moon aye

Smoking that dope it feel too cray

And showing her ass like baboon aye

Her pussy tastes like creme brulee

The friend tasted like heaven

Came on her face she said I'm a god

I spelled it out triple 7 with the nut on her butt

Hands between her legs like ready set hut

I open the bank account and I get flabbergasted

Vamp stretch money getting elastic

Lean in my cup and it look like molasses

(Never)