text: Heartless
  Bitch yeah, that shit pierced like cartilage
  Knife through that place where my mofucking heart is
  She bad as fuck so the crime might be pardoned
  She like to start shit and I push to start it
  Brand new whip from TDC its plastered on the back of it
  I pack that shit like swisher sweets, Im rapping on some platinum shit
  Ayy, at me bitch, when youre talking using your fucking chest
  So I can hyperbeam that shit and put my demons all to rest
  I flex like like Im on some ignorant shit
  But if you push my limits, bitch, I might get ignorant quick
  Like putting niggas around bitches, who like egos is big
  You got my feelings all hit
  And bitch I feel like a kid, in grown mans shoes
  Fucking dying, nigga where the Senzus? Im mental
  Niggas think Im cool cause I can ride, uh
  Cause I can ride this, um
  This fucking instrumental
  Uh, uh, yeah
  Quesos in my pocket, I exceed the quotas
  Your bitch my bitch, his chick dont smoke
  But you know marijuanas
  On the couch, Im teed out, but nigga, barely mobile
  Pop the trunk, yeah, bout that skunk, yeah I lick top of yogurt
  Im fully loaded like Im Herbie, same suit
  Martin Luther, fuck that bitchin
  4-5 on the waist, 45 im back to back
  Left em shook without a hook
  Cause me and mine go back to back
  You know Tom deliver rhymes, and he just drop me off a pack
  Im so solo, no Derulo, all these niggas hella pseudo
  Get your weight up, he aint eating how I feast, like Im a sumo
  Grease, rest in peace to Peep
  Peeping how I speak, like bitch I talk it didnt exist
  Pistol came in with a grip
  Main objective is to rid all these niggas
  I got the X and A-B combo
  Swear, its it for you niggas
  Hella rusty, but Im serving, need a tip from you niggas
  Boy, I flatten out the track, extended clip on my pillow
  Basic kick, always knocking, line em up with a beam
  I swear to God, I have em stomach talking shit
  How Im always talking shit
  Guacamoles in my molds, like Why he always talking chips?
  And Im hardened after three the way my mofuckin rock get hit
  Spot him quick and take him out
  I aint got no patience now
  You bitches acting shady so I shine in my Mercedes, ow
  Though it hurts, kick the verse instead of cursing bitches out
  Your mama said Im bout it, pops, so all them niggas missing out
  Clout sucking bitches
  Dirty toll having bitches
  Flapjack booty having ass bitches 
  Im salty as fuck 
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