CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Sofa
Heartless
B*t*h yeah, that sh*t pierced like cartilage
Knife through that place where my mo'f**king heart is
She bad as f**k so the crime might be pardoned
She like to start sh*t and I push to start it
Brand new whip from TDC it's plastered on the back of it
I pack that sh*t like swisher sweets, I'm rapping on some platinum sh*t
Ayy, at me b*t*h, when you're talking using your f**king chest
So I can hyperbeam that sh*t and put my demons all to rest
I flex like like I'm on some ignorant sh*t
But if you push my limits, b*t*h, I might get ignorant quick
Like putting n***as around b*t*hes, who like egos is big
You got my feelings all hit
And b*t*h I feel like a kid, in grown man's shoes
F**king dying, n***a where the Senzus? I'm mental
N***as think I'm cool cause I can ride, uh
'Cause I can ride this, um
This f**king instrumental
Uh, uh, yeah
Quesos in my pocket, I exceed the quotas
Your b*t*h my b*t*h, his chick don't smoke
But you know marijuana's
On the couch, I'm tee'd out, but n***a, barely mobile
Pop the trunk, yeah, 'bout that skunk, yeah I lick top of yogurt
I'm fully loaded like I'm Herbie, same suit
Martin Luther, f**k that b*t*hin'
4-5 on the waist, 45 i'm back to back
Left 'em shook without a hook
'Cause me and mine go back to back
You know Tom deliver rhymes, and he just drop me off a pack
I'm so solo, no Derulo, all these n***as hella pseudo
Get your weight up, he ain't eating how I feast, like I'm a sumo
Grease, rest in peace to Peep
Peeping how I speak, like b*t*h I talk it didn't exist
Pistol came in with a grip
Main objective is to rid all these n***as
I got the X and A-B combo
Swear, it's it for you n***as
Hella rusty, but I'm serving, need a tip from you n***as
Boy, I flatten out the track, extended clip on my pillow
Basic kick, always knocking, line 'em up with a beam
I swear to God, I have 'em stomach talking sh*t
How I'm always talking sh*t
Guacamole's in my molds, like "Why he always talking chips?"
And I'm hardened after three the way my mo'f**kin' rock get hit
Spot him quick and take him out
I ain't got no patience now
You b*t*hes acting shady so I shine in my Mercedes, ow
Though it hurts, kick the verse instead of cursing b*t*hes out
Your mama said I'm bout it, pops, so all them n***as missing out
Clout sucking b*t*hes
Dirty toe having b*t*hes
Flapjack booty having a** b*t*hes (Ayy, uh)
I'm salty as f**k (Salty as f**k)
You got mail
B*t*h yeah, that sh*t pierced like cartilage
Knife through that place where my mo'f**king heart is
She bad as f**k so the crime might be pardoned
She like to start sh*t and I push to start it
Brand new whip from TDC it's plastered on the back of it
I pack that sh*t like swisher sweets, I'm rapping on some platinum sh*t
Ayy, at me b*t*h, when you're talking using your f**king chest
So I can hyperbeam that sh*t and put my demons all to rest
I flex like like I'm on some ignorant sh*t
But if you push my limits, b*t*h, I might get ignorant quick
Like putting n***as around b*t*hes, who like egos is big
You got my feelings all hit
And b*t*h I feel like a kid, in grown man's shoes
F**king dying, n***a where the Senzus? I'm mental
N***as think I'm cool cause I can ride, uh
'Cause I can ride this, um
This f**king instrumental
Uh, uh, yeah
Quesos in my pocket, I exceed the quotas
Your b*t*h my b*t*h, his chick don't smoke
But you know marijuana's
On the couch, I'm tee'd out, but n***a, barely mobile
Pop the trunk, yeah, 'bout that skunk, yeah I lick top of yogurt
I'm fully loaded like I'm Herbie, same suit
Martin Luther, f**k that b*t*hin'
4-5 on the waist, 45 i'm back to back
Left 'em shook without a hook
'Cause me and mine go back to back
You know Tom deliver rhymes, and he just drop me off a pack
I'm so solo, no Derulo, all these n***as hella pseudo
Get your weight up, he ain't eating how I feast, like I'm a sumo
Grease, rest in peace to Peep
Peeping how I speak, like b*t*h I talk it didn't exist
Pistol came in with a grip
Main objective is to rid all these n***as
I got the X and A-B combo
Swear, it's it for you n***as
Hella rusty, but I'm serving, need a tip from you n***as
Boy, I flatten out the track, extended clip on my pillow
Basic kick, always knocking, line 'em up with a beam
I swear to God, I have 'em stomach talking sh*t
How I'm always talking sh*t
Guacamole's in my molds, like "Why he always talking chips?"
And I'm hardened after three the way my mo'f**kin' rock get hit
Spot him quick and take him out
I ain't got no patience now
You b*t*hes acting shady so I shine in my Mercedes, ow
Though it hurts, kick the verse instead of cursing b*t*hes out
Your mama said I'm bout it, pops, so all them n***as missing out
Clout sucking b*t*hes
Dirty toe having b*t*hes
Flapjack booty having a** b*t*hes (Ayy, uh)
I'm salty as f**k (Salty as f**k)
You got mail
