Heartless
Mustard
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Bm GBm Em GBm GBm Mustard on the beat, ho (Chorus)Bm My youngin's heartless so they ain't playin' no gamesG We really want 'em dead, he got hit up close rangeBm He fucked up in the head, he wanna see some mo' brainsEm On that corner I can't stay up out that dope gangG My cousin got indicted dealing cocaineG She an Instagram addict, she want mo' fameEm I used to starve, now I'm blowing up like propaneBm Told my inner-self I promise you I won't change (Verse)Em We make it hot up on yo block, we let that heat blowBm Catch a opp, we dump the clip, it's time to reloadG Put a scope on the AR just like a peep-holeG Think he a bully, we got choppers for the DeeboG Seven figure nigga, tryna maximize them three o'sBm Before the bag, I was fucking all the freak ho'sG Balling hard, young legend out the Chi' bitch, I'm like D. RoseBm Cap, how you make it out this shit? I got the cheat codeContinúa después del anuncioG Way more to life then just the hood, I'm trying to reach goalsBm Maxine, my heart, since you've been gone, I miss your sweet soulG Ayy, never tell a statement, we won't leak thoseBm Better not go talkin' to them people, better keep closed (Chorus)Bm My youngin's heartless so they ain't playin' no gamesG We really want 'em dead, he got hit up close rangeBm He fucked up in the head, he wanna see some mo' brainsEm On that corner I can't stay up out that dope gangG My cousin got indicted dealing cocaineG She an Instagram addict, she want mo' fameEm I used to starve, now I'm blowing up like propaneBm Told my inner-self I promise you I won't change (Verse)G We hold a grudge and we want blood, we can't look past the issueD Play with us then and you gon' die, nigga, it's kinda simpleG Show no mercy, we gon' kill whoever riding with youBm Catch you on the other side then we gon' have to get youG Condolences to yo family, they gon' have to miss youD Lil Joe on go and he gon' spark, that's if I pass the signalG My right hand mans, he got his name 'cause he gon' blast the pistolBm Earned our stripes, we gon' blow if a nigga play foul You would think we had a whistleG Lil Cap-a-lot, G-O-A-T, yeah that's that guy's initialsBm Happiness and depression, I'm stuck inside the middleG I fell in love with dollar signs, won't let my mind forget youBm Fuck it off, we spend it all on fast cars, and shining crystals (Chorus)Bm My youngin's heartless so they ain't playin' no gamesG We really want 'em dead, he got hit up close rangeBm He fucked up in the head, he wanna see some mo' brainsEm On that corner I can't stay up out that dope gangG My cousin got indicted dealing cocaineG She an Instagram addict, she want mo' fameEm I used to starve, now I'm blowing up like propaneBm Told my inner-self I promise you I won't change (Outro)Bm GBm EmG GEm BmBm