21 Savage & Metro Boomin - No Heart Lyrics
[Hook]Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?Why these niggas cappin' so hard?Why you got a 12 car garage?Why you pullin' all these rappers' cards?'Cause these niggas ***** and I'm hardI turn that *****in' soft into some hardI grew up in the streets without no heartI'm prayin' to my Glock and my carbon[Verse 1]I sit back and read like Cat in the Hat21 Savage, the cat with the MAC21 Savage not Boyz N The HoodBut I pull up on you, shoot your ass in the backStuart Little, heard these niggas some ratsPockets full of cheese, ***** I got racksI'm a real street nigga, *****I am not one of these niggas bangin' on wax***** niggas love sneak dissin''Til I pull up on 'em, slap 'em out with the fireWet your mama's house, wet your grandma's houseKeep shootin' until somebody dieSo many shots the neighbor looked at the calendarThought it was Fourth of JulyYou was with your friends playin' NintendoI was playin' 'round with that fireSeventh grade I got caught with a pistol, sent me to PanthersvilleEighth grade started playin' footballThen I was like ***** the fieldNinth grade I was knocking niggas outNigga like HolyfieldFast forward nigga, 2016And I'm screaming ***** a dealBad ***** with me, she so thickI don't even need a pillI listen to your raps, thought you was hardYou ain't even street for realNiggas love sneak dissin' on TwitterThey don't want beef for realAnd all these niggas play like they tough'Til a nigga get killed'Til a nigga get spilled, 'til your blood get spilledI'ma "at" your favorite rapper, shoot him like I'm John Dill'"I been with you since day oneSavage I ain't even hatin'"So what's up with all that Instagram shit?"Savage I was just playin'"Y'all ***** niggas fakin'***** I hang around them HaitiansPull up on you, tie your kids upPistol whip you while your ***** *****"Come on man, Savage you know I always play your mixtape"Yeah, nigga ***** all that, ask your ***** how my dick tastes[Hook]Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?Why these niggas cappin' so hard?Why you got a 12 car garage?Why you pullin' all these rappers' cards?'Cause these niggas ***** and I'm hardI turn that *****in' soft into some hardI grew up in the streets without no heartI'm prayin' to my Glock and my carbon[Verse 2]So much dope that it broke the scaleThey say crack kills, nigga my crack sellsMy brother in the kitchen and he wrappin' a baleLouis V my bag and Louis V on my beltChain swangin', diamonds blangin', hold upPistol swangin', gang bangin', hold upNiggas actin' like groupies, they don't know usLittle do they know their *****es *****in' on the tour bus[Hook]Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?Why these niggas cappin' so hard?Why you got a 12 car garage?Why you pullin' all these rappers' cards?'Cause these niggas ***** and I'm hardI turn that *****in' soft into some hardI grew up in the streets without no heartI grew up in the streets without no heart[Outro]So much dope that it broke the scaleThey say crack kills, nigga my crack sellsMy brother in the kitchen and he wrappin' a baleLouis V my bag and Louis V on my belt
