heartstopmiami - forgetten lyrics
[heartstopmiami - forgetten lyrics]
(Call the, call the fuckin' federal)
(heartstopmiami, Nah, you're fucked)
That boy don’t want nothing
Don’t want problems
He keep talking reckless, it might cost him
I could get him murdered and forgotten
He tried swinging at me, choppa shot him
Had him bleeding out on the carpet
Pushed up on his skull with the sawed off
Had no other way to make him fuck off
Clean it up like nothing ever happened
Yeah, I'm in love with da glick
Posted on the block
With da racks and a brick said you got guap
I see straight through your shit
You ain't got a Glock
You don't got none this shit
You can get shot, I ain't flodgin' with it
Nah do I care? no I don't, uh, uh
Shoot me then, but you won't, uh, uh, uh, uh
In the back of the benz, uh, uh
The baddest bitches give me head, uh, uh, uh
Uh uh, uh
Uh, uh
You ain't making racks, not ever
Got him crying, I'm saying whatever
We don't care, flip his shit like a lever
Shoot that boy in the back, he not clever
Run it up, got the chrome on dome
Blast off, see the brains and the bones
I got stains lil bro you don't know
I got hoes on hoes on hoes
On go, on go, on go
That boy don’t want nothing
Don’t want problems
He keep talking reckless, it might cost him
I could get him murdered and forgotten
He tried swinging at me, choppa shot him
Had him bleeding out on the carpet
Pushed up on his skull with the sawed off
Had no other way to make him fuck off
Clean it up like nothing ever happened
(heartstopmiami, Nah, you're fucked)
That boy don’t want nothing
Don’t want problems
He keep talking reckless, it might cost him
I could get him murdered and forgotten
He tried swinging at me, choppa shot him
Had him bleeding out on the carpet
Pushed up on his skull with the sawed off
Had no other way to make him fuck off
Clean it up like nothing ever happened
Yeah, I'm in love with da glick
Posted on the block
With da racks and a brick said you got guap
I see straight through your shit
You ain't got a Glock
You don't got none this shit
You can get shot, I ain't flodgin' with it
Nah do I care? no I don't, uh, uh
Shoot me then, but you won't, uh, uh, uh, uh
In the back of the benz, uh, uh
The baddest bitches give me head, uh, uh, uh
Uh uh, uh
Uh, uh
You ain't making racks, not ever
Got him crying, I'm saying whatever
We don't care, flip his shit like a lever
Shoot that boy in the back, he not clever
Run it up, got the chrome on dome
Blast off, see the brains and the bones
I got stains lil bro you don't know
I got hoes on hoes on hoes
On go, on go, on go
That boy don’t want nothing
Don’t want problems
He keep talking reckless, it might cost him
I could get him murdered and forgotten
He tried swinging at me, choppa shot him
Had him bleeding out on the carpet
Pushed up on his skull with the sawed off
Had no other way to make him fuck off
Clean it up like nothing ever happened