tabs lyrics

(You Have No Heart)

[verse 1: prse]

T-This b*tch won't answer
I put you up in the sky like a banner
No I am really not into that banter
But play with me I'll get you— like a camera (Yeah)
Your b*tch a scammer
Selling her body online a free-lancer
pus*y get popped like a maf*ckin' Fanta–
(Yeah, uh) Big Glock .45
Pots whipping that stove
Said he got too many hoes lies
This b*tch already knows I-
Half a zip and i'ma go
Big ass stick finna' make him fold, yeah

b*tch I'm god
Ex b*tch wanna' be me on god
I told her no and made that b*tch walk
After I hit she couldn't even walk, yeah
I spend me a bag
I'm gonna' blow it in Sak's
Or I'm gonna' blow out her back
If she bad I might pay for hеr tab
Why you tripping is you off a tab?
Put you on a shirt now everyone sad, yеah
Six feet in the dirt
I might be young but I put in the work
I got the green make that b*tch twerk
Pour up the lean, pints that we serve
She wanna' f*ck I told her sure
But that b*tch was a sl*t, so I curved
(Yeah, You Have No Heart)

[verse 2: jaydes]

Ha, he get hit—huh hit up
Risk but my wrists cut
We could get this b*tch rocked
Posted with that big stuff
He gon' get his sh*t jumped
Aye, like he gon' get his sh*t tucked
Like get me that ass myself

Huh, ain't pay no price
He talking crazy my n*ggas gon' slide
I got a popper on me by my side
Hang with the opposition you gon' die
n*gga a b*tch he get sprinkled like rice
My n*ggas jugging finnesing the pints
They be like "Jaydes I got a new question
How you a trap n*gga but you-"

Where's your b*tch at?
n*gga talk, get clapped
pus*y think he big bad
Like we gon' kick his sh*t back
Racks he ain't get that
pus*y n*ggas staying out
n*ggas know i'm f*cking him
I don't need no name tag