Heart

Ayy

I make a call, I'm pulling strings just like acoustics
Getting paid for all my music, it ain't the music
Mama used to stress off all the PG&E, so she tell us just not to use it
Teacher tried to help a nigga but I went and I refused it, I ain't stupid
Love beating the blocks, I bought a chop just to abuse it
Ramen noodles, eggs and rice, I would never eat at no Ruth Chris
Got a chrome inside this Chrome Heart, couldn't hit if you was Cupid
And speaking of Cupid, ayy, shout out my cousin Cupid
Ayy, we wiping niggas' noses, make you drip, gon' need a tissue
Ever seen a body fall in the summer? Shit's cold as igloos
Say you fucking with a snake, shit, that just make a nigga hiss too
Fucking with a rat, shit makes me think that you a snitch too
Camping out in front your house, but I promise that we won't miss you, ayy
Yeah, we did that drill, but we don't know, we just pretend to
Pick you up when you was down, shit, that's just what some friends do
Never picked her from the 'Gram, shit, I guess these niggas pretend to
Hate to see you doing better, shit, they might just go against you
Just because you got a gun, that shit don't mean it's gon' protect you
Just because you love that bitch don't mean that she ain't gon' finesse you
You was in that car, but you wasn't shooting shit, the boys will still arrest you
Walk a nigga down, then watch his soul come out his body
When the chopper get to kicking, only time I know karate
You the type to do a drill, but only do it off of molly
Hate accusing us of bodies, was it this year? I don't know, probably
Gotta slow down on the pills, shit is giving nigga some mood swings
Ayy, that pistol by my side, that's my lil' boo thing
In an SRT, but I'm still cruising, ayy
I don't like to talk besides my music
You can't trick me off the streets 'cause I ain't stupid
Heard they saying, "You got a voice," so I'ma use it
Invest your time in me, I'll make it worth it
Know I made mistakes, nobody perfect, grrt
Walk a nigga down, we do him smirkish
Faceshot, blow a nigga mouth for all that purping
'Fore you hop up in that car, turn off your service
Bitch, I got an eight on top my jersey
I be running with dogs who love to bite, you cause attention when you start to bark
Beat up his load so critical, turn the key, it won't start
My mama used to lock me out the house, I was coming home late, way after dark
One thing that I learned, my biggest weakness was having a heart