Broken Heart

Lyrics

[Intro] Look at me now [Verse] Broken hearts, they killed my dawg, I'm ridin' with this micro-tool And if they think I'm cappin', you can ask the crew how I'ma shoot Walk down, draw down, do what I do, smoke that dead nigga, it was poo And if it's really issue, I hope these youngins don't talk about it And you know I keep a Houston rocket just like James Harden If it's smoke, you know I'm tryna clear it, 'n I ain't gon' talk about it Drop my youngins in the cutta-cutta, he gon' drop about it And if I get cased up, I swear to God I ain't gon' talk about it Loyalty, ain't gotta do it big, his heart dropped My bro' cook that dope in the Crockpot And if the block hot, we servin' out my granny's spot And they been fuckin' with my meds, I need that Perc' to keep me steady And he talkin' like he real reckless, you know that boy, he be cappin' Get that Glock, you know we tryna knock that baby lights out And you know I got them sticks on me, it's time to rock out To all my opps, I see y'all really, y'all boys not really eatin' And I get high, I shed some tears, I can't believe Nook deceased I got on man time quick, they can't spank me I got hunnid round choppas where the trap be I wipe his nose, boy I'm slimy like them boogers be He runnin', duckin' fast as hell, that boy an athlete You say we beefin' ho, but you know I ain't playin' no hide and seek And if it's really smoke, you know we tryna link, 5.56s go straight through the seat One shot, send his ass to Jesus, all black like I'm prowling, shit I get me a blade in the pocket, bitch I'm gothic [Outro] (Welcome to 1st Class) (Ouu, Rad) (D-D-DREAM)