No Heart lyrics

[Intro: Fluhkunxhkos]
Yuh
Rich Slime Gang sh*t, n*gga, you know how the f*ck I'm bumping n*gga
Yuh
Everybody killing, you know we out here thuggin' on the block on the daily
(Yung Nino what's brackin')

[Verse 1: Fluhkunxhkos]
Slide through my block then yo ass getting parked
Lil' bro gon' pop you, he don't got no heart
You can't lack around here, boy, you better think smart
I suggest you stay out the way and play yo part
Flame yo ass up like this wood, you get sparked
I'm the one shooting sh*t as soon as the phase start
It's me or the gang, you end up in the graveyard
Try to pull off on who, boy, yo ass ain't gon' get far

[Verse 2: BigSmokeChapo]
Wet his ass up like the mothaf*ckin' [?]
Praying for a key but the whip still push-start
Made the pack come alive, man, that b*tch doing somersaults
Ridin' with the heat, what the f*ck I need a coat for
Took his ass off like a mothaf*ckin' Jeep door
Posted in the park with the mothaf*ckin' dinosaurs
Posted outside and I feel like tyrannosaurus
The fye on me got a kick, call it Chuck Norris
[Verse 3: Slimesito]
Took yo b*tch now she an escort
Talkin' about [?], you smell like a Newport
I'm in the kitchen right now, I need 2 forks
I'm from the islands, that hoe stay in New York
I ran up fifty bands, got that off 2 courts
Yo soy El Jefe, the one that they shoot for
Talkin' bout smoke, this the sh*t that I live for
Linked up with the plug and we met at the clearport

[Verse 4: Beezy B]
Shootin' these n*ggas now they wanna disclose it
We doing PJ's, n*gga, what's a layo
I got a bad b*tch and she pistol totin'
I got a green Glock, same color of clovers
We pull up on the block, shakin' sh*t like soldiers
We sendin' the mail straight to North Dakota
The feds be watchin' like I'm Casanova
That chop hit his face up like he got a [?]

[Verse 5: Fluhkunxhkos]
I know for a fact n*ggas don't want no smoke
When I slide through yo block, boy, you better get low
The way I'm clutching this stick, n*ggas know I'm gon' blow
Oh damn that's yo b*tch, I was just in her throat
RSG the gang, these f*ck n*ggas know
n*ggas speak on the gang and not uppin' the score
Snatch yo favorite rapper after his show
n*gga mention my name and I'll have his brains on the floor
[Verse 6: BigSmokeChapo]
That n*gga got played on, go p*ss on his tombstone
Got an African shooter, that n*gga from Congo
He said my trap beat like a mothaf*ckin' bongo
Got pills, got clean, n*gga, come get a combo
Got like 10 names but the players call me John Doe
Better not be with Smoke cause he ain't lettin' sh*t go
Wrap his ass up like a mothaf*ckin' gyro
Tote two Glocks cause a young n*gga bipolar

[Verse 7: Slimesito]
Tote two Glocks, man, you know I'm a pistol toter
All my n*ggas, they throwin' up pistolas
Rich Slime, all of my traps got antique sofas
Got a black stick, pullin' up in the Range Rover
557, I ain't doing no damn [?]
I"m smoking them [?], man, I feel like a transporter
You know I'm gon' [?] all my n*ggas some king cobras
[?], man, I feel like a real soldier

[Verse 8: Beezy B]
Uh, the stick be singing like [?]
I pull up on the block and I be with mobsters
These n*ggas takin' shots but they ain't no [?]
I shot 'em in the face now he got head trauma
Everything all black, looking just like Gotham
So many [?], we put them sh*ts up for auction
I got real shooters, bossed up like I'm Stalin
These n*ggas get smoked then they be forgotten