Bad Heart lyrics

[Intro]
What up, Pablo?
(His name's Pablo)
Ghetto Boyz sh*t, n*gga (b*tch, Come On P)

[Verse]
Hey, I got a bad heart
Bro got some Wock', I'm pourin' red out the glass jar
Make your b*tch beg to give me head in a fast car
Shoot OT to bring some 'bows back, I gotta pack smart
Bullets whistle past n*ggas' head, sound like a 'Cat comin'
Full-time rapper, I put the dope on the back burner
Girly steady f*ckin' on them bums, now she back burnin'
Thirty shots out that Glock, boy, I got a wack jumper
Damn, I bet I pop somethin'
The weed I'm smokin' on, I swear it's louder than a Glock dumpin'
Pop a Perc' and f*ck my b*tch face, I see snot runnin'
I know the fans waitin' on me to drop, I got a lot comin'
Ghetto Boy sh*t, n*gga, I'm a real 6 baby
Made my uncle lay the foundation, he a bricklayer
Brodie steady playin' with that dog, he a pit maker
Cali plug sent a lot of sh*t, you could pick a flavor
Cookie, Runtz, or exotic, which one you like?
Told my mama we gon' be rich, she like, "Son, you right"
Guaranteed to knock a n*gga out, he let me punch him twice
I'ma get this b*tch pregnant if she let me f*ck tonight
Leave the b*tch soon as the baby drop, I don't give two f*cks
She nasty like a lame n*gga givin' out the poo touch
My daddy keep a basketball around, but he don't hoop much
Hit a n*gga block with three K's like the Ku Klux
But I ain't racist, though
Head-hunter suckin' di*k all night, she got face control
But I could never stick my di*k in her, she got Payless on
Let my granny hit the 'Wood once, she like, "Wait, that's strong"
Cut the stock off the long K, now it's a baby Drac'
Girly know the way to my heart, this b*tch made me steak
Grandaddy still pimpin' b*tches, he eighty-eight
Codeine had me in a headlock, I made a great escape
20K in dubs take up space, I'ma switch to blues
All my n*ggas fresh and got money, b*tch, pick and choose
This gun I got'll turn your head into pickle juice
My auntie get high around her daughter, now she sniffin' too
Now that's a damn shame
We made it on our own, nobody gave us a damn thing
I never scammed, but I can up them racks like I'm BandGang
Five-seveN hit his kneecap, broke his hamstring
Fifty cal cost 'bout ten racks, I'm 'bout to drop one, f*ck it
I'm the same n*gga from last year, just with a lot more money
I'm the cleanest fat n*gga round, but my pop so muddy
f*ck, I'm tryna flip a brick, I need a lot more junkies
Pandemic got the drugs hot, so I'ma stick to rappin'
Caught dog layin' with his b*tch and I flipped the mattress
Bally, Burberry, Balenciaga, I'm mixin' fashion
I'm good at throwin' hands, but still'll give a n*gga pistol action
I'm just tellin' y'all my life and how I'm really livin'
Eight ninety-five for my belt, this b*tch B.B. Simon
Limo tint on every whip I'm in, you can't see who in it
I was tryna tell y'all for the longest, now they see who winnin'
b*tch, check the accolades
I'm from Flint, but I be in the Yak like a backwards K
Street n*gga, finna buy a house out where my pastor stay
I'll pass out a free gram before I pass the Drac'
[Outro]
(His name's Pablo)
(Come On P)