No Heart
[Intro: Fluhkunxhkos]
Yuh
Rich Slime Gang shit, nigga, you know how the fuck I'm boming, nigga
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 shit 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 mothafuckin' [?]
Praying for a key but the whip still push-start
Made the pack come alive, man, that bitch doing somersaults
Ridin' with the heat, what the fuck I need a coat for
Took his ass off like a mothafuckin' Jeep door
Posted in the park with the mothafuckin' dinosaurs
Posted outside and I feel like tyrannosaurus
The fye on me got a kick, call it Chuck Norris
[Verse 3: Slimesito]
Took yo bitch 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 shit that I live for
Linked up with the plug and we met at the clearport
[Verse 4: Beezy B]
Shootin' these niggas now they wanna disclose it
We doing PJ's, nigga, what's a layo
I got a bad bitch and she pistol totin'
I got a green Glock, same color of clovers
We pull up on the block, shakin' shit 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 niggas don't want no smoke
When I slide through yo block, boy, you better get low
The way I'm clutching this stick, niggas know I'm gon' blow
Oh damn that's yo bitch, I was just in her throat
R$G the gang, these fuck niggas know
Niggas speak on the gang and not uppin' the score
Snatch yo favorite rapper after his show
Nigga mention my name and I'll have his brains on the floor
[Verse 6: BigSmokeChapo]
That nigga got played on, go piss on his tombstone
Got an African shooter, that nigga from Congo
He said my trap beat like a mothafuckin' bongo
Got pills, got clean, nigga, 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' shit go
Wrap his ass up like a mothafuckin' gyro
Tote two Glocks cause a young nigga bipolar
[Verse 7: Slimesito]
Tote two Glocks, man, you know I'm a pistol toter
All my niggas, 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 shits up for auction
I got real shooters, bossed up like I'm Stalin
These niggas get smoked then they be forgotten