No Heart lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever
What, what, what do you mean? (Y2? Is that you?)
I'm flooded in ice, all ice and money

[Chorus]
Tried to play a girl like she a guitar, uh
She ain't really have no heart, yeah
Now she moving so far
I'm the same one that was geekin' in the stars (Yeah)
I'm the same one that was livin' on Mars
I'm the same one that release in the dark
Know some young n*ggas that still stealin' cars
Know some young n*ggas that still sellin' hard

[Verse]
You ain't never ever 'posed to drop your guard
You a f*ck n*gga, I can pull your card (Your card)
You a f*ck n*gga, I can pull your broad
Boy, you pus*y, I'll pull your rock
I'm the same n*gga that stole your love
I can just make Magnolia Rocks
I'm the same n*gga, make your sister tuck
Make her legs shake when she try to walk
I can make tears come down her face
Had to wrap my hand 'round her waist
No, you won't hear a sound from me
She turned around, said she can't handle me
I just get guap, what you don't understand?
I can f*ck your b*tch, give her twenty bands
f*ck another b*tch with my other hand
I'm the same n*gga, yeah, I love these bands
Splash, splash, ooh, drop, drop
Pull up new coupe, it's a new drop
I can f*ck your b*tch right in my flip flops
Made that b*tch give me top like a mop, mop (Mop, wait)
Who is your goon, he is a flop
He ain't on top, he don't run no block
He a f*ck n*gga, gon' get ya ass shot (Grrah), yeah
Pull up, coupe, lemon drop
Man, this sh*t cost three hundred fifty knots
It ain't nothin' special, man, it's coming all stock
It ain't nothin' special, man, it's all blue knots
Rick Owen', baby, rock with my Docs
Match my shoes just with my socks
I ain't never fall in love with no thot
f*cked your b*tch, in your face, she lied
Yes, I treat my opps like all her opps
Cut my nails short, like, three-six-five
Got an Asian flow like, It G Ma
I can f*ck your b*tch on a Mister Miyagi, yeah
Pokémon like Misty, yeah
Pull up on a scene, VETEMENTS
sh*t so fresh, had to wear it ten times
They think I'm losing my mind, yeah, yeah
On the real, do you really think I care? (No way)
I got love scars, tatted in my tears (I do)
'Rari headlights, you look like a deer
Ooh, ah, I was in the sky, acid, yeah, It's tricky high, uh
That boy fried, lost his soul when he lost his mind
f*ck a b*tch fast, I don't take my time
I was on the phone 'cause I'm always on the grind (The grind)
Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah (Grind—grind, grind, grind—grind, grind, grind—grind, grind, grind—grind)
Come hold a MAC
On the real, I'm not a holy man
Smoke the 'Wood like he a stogie, man
Masked up my face like a goalie, man
You baby boy, like you Jody, man
My favorite Glock is the 40, man
I get you hit for, like, forty bands
That sh*t gon' touch, just, like, forty hands
My b*tch so foreign, from forty lands
I was the one that was in the mix
These n*ggas mad, 'cause I'm really rich
These n*ggas mad at my image, b*tch
These n*ggas hate that my image switched
Come suck my di*k, you lil' kissing b*tch
I can't believe you gon' kiss his lips
And this a Rollie, not a Nixon, b*tch
He hate on me and he old as sh*t
That boy, he look like he fifty-six
I got a Tre Pound Seven (Bah)
That sh*t'll flip his hip
I got a Glock with a stick in it
I took your b*tch, know you're missing it, yeah
[Chorus]
Tried to play a girl like she a guitar, uh
She ain't really have no heart, yeah
Now she moving so far
I'm the same one that was geekin' in the stars
I'm the same one that was livin' on Mars
I'm the same one that release in the dark
Know some young n*ggas that still stealin' cars
Know some young n*ggas that still sellin' hard
Tried to break her like she a guitar, uh (Yeah)
She ain't really have no heart, yeah
Now she moving so far
I'm the same one that was geekin' in the stars
I'm the same one that was livin' on Mars
I'm the same one that release in the dark
Know some young n*ggas that still stealin' cars
Know some young n*ggas that still sellin' hard

[Outro]
b*tch, I'm on fire, turned Charizard
After I f*cked, b*tch, call a car
Yes, I got them foreign broads
I call them girls off a calling card
Takin' Percs, get hella nause', yeah
Home Alone, like Macaulay Culkin
Yeah, sometimes I feel important
Ooh, got the good plug in Portland
Got a bad b*tch out in New Orleans, yeah
When I get so bored, bae, I might go shop right at Barney's, yeah
ALYX studio 'round my body, that's my harness, yeah
Tell that b*tch, "What you want?" but this ain't no Carnage, yeah