Yhung T.O., Boosie Badazz - HEARTLESS lyrics

Tired of niggas stealing my style
Can I get it back?
Don't wanna get up on your track
If you ain't stating facts
Plus my nigga signed a deal
Don't know how to feel
All these diamonds on my neck
Still ain't got no chill
Caught a body now he heartless
I told him that the world
Will make him this regardless
He was my nigga till I turned into a target
And we selling

He stay on something, he a sucker
Better dump something i tried to tell ya
We them niggas had your bro running
I don't condone thugging
But if you thugging hope you
And watch who you trusting
Cause they might tell if you know something
My niggas been hustlin' hit the
Corner tryna spend somеthing
All the times niggas got head up
Still ain't did nothing
Thеm niggas been ducking
Them niggas been hiding and been runnin'
Me and YB on a mission, tryna run it up
Since we was youngings it ain't
Nothing we can up
Fast forward we walking down their block
Tryna hit something up
Since 17 we been up, just to sum it up
We keep it to it and we gon bust a move
We hit him too, hit them too
Just for fucking with you
Got on this mic and couldn't lie
Had to tell the truth
So all I do is state facts
When I'm in the booth

Tired of niggas stealing my style
Can I get it back?
Don't wanna get up on your track
If you ain't stating facts
Plus my nigga signed a deal
Don't know how to feel
All these diamonds on my neck
Still ain't got no chill
Caught a body now he heartless
I told him the world will
Make him this regardless
He was my nigga till I turned into a target
And we selling

All these diamonds on my neck, I'm a target
Nigga
You can be a fucking target if you started
Nigga murder shots on bargain, nigga
Pussy nigga hating on us cause he starving
My lil homie caught a body
And he stayed silent
I wouldn't even own a body
That was laid by me
Niggas falling for these hoes, man
They living sloppy
Niggas tryna block my goals, man
They playing hockey
I guess I blind 'em with another
I've been high since Yung Joc, bitch
So I'm another high
Lucky charm, I got another pot
Bring that bullshit roun' here
Nigga gon catch another spot
South they let them cutters out
Track we want our cousin out
Pockets bussin out, bussin out
I'm staying fat
I ain't getting on your track
Cause you ain't built like that

Tired of niggas stealing my style
Can I get it back?
Don't wanna get up on your track
If you ain't stating facts
Plus my nigga signed a deal
Don't know how to feel
All these diamonds on my neck
Still ain't got no chill
Caught a body now he heartless
I told him the world will
Make him this regardless
He was my nigga till I turned into a target
And we selling