Heartless

Lyrics by：Taurus Tremani Bartlett/D. McFarlane
Composed by：Taurus Tremani Bartlett/D. McFarlane
YG：
Mustard on the beat ho
Polo G：
My youngin's heartless so they ain't playin' no games
We really want 'em dead he got hit up close range
He f**ked up in the head he wanna see some mo' brains
On that corner I can' t stay up out that d**e gang
My cousin got indicted dealing c*****e
She an Instagram addict she want mo' fame
I used to starve now I'm blowing up like propane
Told my inner-self I promise you I won't change
Polo G：
We make it hot up on yo block we let that heat blow
Catch an opp we dump the clip it's time to reload
Put a scope on the AR just like a peep-hole
Think he a bully we got choppers for the Deebo
Seven figure n***a tryna maximize them three o's
Before the bag I was f**king all the freak ho's
Balling hard young legend out the Chi' b***h I'm like D. Rose
Cap how you make it out this s**t I got the cheat code
Way more to life then just the hood I'm trying to reach goals
Maxine my heart since you've been gone I miss your sweet soul
Ayy never tell a statement we won 't leak those
Better not go talkin' to them people better keep closed
Polo G：
My youngin's heartless so they ain't playin' no games
We really want 'em dead he got hit up close range
He f**ked up in the head he wanna see some mo' brains
On that corner I can't stay up out that d**e gang
My cousin got indicted dealing c*****e
She an Instagram addict she want mo' fame
I used to starve now I'm blowing up like propane
Told my inner-self I promise you I won't change
Polo G：
We hold a grudge and we want blood we can't look past the issue
Play with us then and you gon' die n***a it's kinda simple
Show no mercy we gon' kill whoever riding with you
Catch you on the other side then we gon' have to get you
Condolences to yo family they gon' have to miss you
Lil Joe on go and he gon' spark that's if I pass the signal
My right hand mans he got his name 'cause he gon' blast the pistol
Earned our stripes we gon' blow if a n***a play foul
You would think we had a whistle
Lil Cap-a-lot G-O-A-T yeah that's that guy's initials
Happiness and depression I'm stuck inside the middle
I fell in love with dollar signs won't let my mind forget you
F**k it off we spend it all on fast cars and shining crystals
Polo G：
My youngin's heartless so they ain't playin' no games
We really want 'em dead he got hit up close range
He f**ked up in the head he wanna see some mo' brains
On that corner I can 't stay up out that d**e gang
My cousin got indicted dealing c*****e
She an Instagram addict she want mo' fame
I used to starve now I'm blowing up like propane
Told my inner-self I promise you I won't change