Lightshow - No Heart (Freestyle) текст песни

You know this shit ain't
'bout nothin' to me
Light! Look, cool, look

Trappin' hard trappin' real
Hard trappin' way hard to the graveyard aye
Y'all I think the jack-boys at
The backdoor get the AR
Got bad bitches on the phone lines, got
A hundred million on the radar
Still ah drive by spray a nigga block in
A rental fast as a race car
Ain't a hater? Why your face odd I been
Looking at it, it's a bit salty
Niggas mad cause them hundreds on me and
My bitch saucey and her lips glossy
Ridin' round behind dark tint with the
Brock liq' gettin' kissed softly
I know you lil niggas see her and think
She real bad but she real costly
Real bossy I'm real gutter sold a lot
Of weed and a lil butter
My ex bitch steady still calling
I don't know
Told her I still love her I really
Don't I packed up and I moved on it's over
Might forget the bitch was ever even if
I pour a eight in this soda
Look, a lot of shots one
Time a make crowd disperse
Like it's an avalanche, lot of
Hunnit's on me now, blue cheese dab of ranch
Real nigga checkin' in new niggas to fuck
Me bitch you had the chance
Her ass was fat I had to glance
All these bands need hammer pants
He bleedin' call the
Ambulance, niggas hear my name
Insult me down
Niggas hear my shit like "damn it jam"
And they'll never say it but I know they
Play it and they bitches play it too
Cause we probably fucked but I never said
Cause you know how real players do
We probably went to eat I
Probably blessed her feet, yeah you know
A lil pair or two, then right
Before I dropped her off
I probably hit it in the vehicle
But I ain't just player I could
Mail cross country like a miracle, on your
Door step on a Saturday morning while
You eatin' a bowl of cereal, nah for real

Young lightshow why you trappin' so hard
(why you trappin' so hard)
All them hunnit's in your mattress, oh god
Came with 50, pull a nigga whole card
(hello hello)
Hands in pockets sorry I don't know y'all
(I don't know you niggas)
Young lightshow why you trappin' so hard
(why you trappin' so hard)
All them hunnit's in your mattress, oh god
(oh, oh nah)
Came with 50, pull a nigga whole card (well)
I light 'em all I might
Run through your whole squad
(run through the whole squad) savage shit