No Heart

Lyrics

[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' Noah's Ark 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 Bitch 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 clairport [Verse 4: Beezy B] Shootin' these niggas now they wanna disclose it We doing PJ's, nigga, what's a layover 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 soda 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 ebola [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