Yeah, it's the heart is out Cut you up, throw you out on the day I put the garbage out In the glad bag or the hefty, shoot with the lefty Nobody test me, told you I'll cut class Bruise from your ear to your mustache Fuck around, nigga you'll be swallowin' crushed glass
Back on my hard shit, back on my yard shit Back on my scarred shit Thirty sets a day still hatin' the bar shit Nice with a hawk like a Navy Seal who is the target?
Make the walls look likes it's red paint, red rug Need a little love, nigga get you a lead hug My bullets gon' frap, gun in my backpack Fuck all the chit chat, my shit got kicked back Your face I split that, kickin' in the door ask 'em Where is the bricks at? NiggaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
