No Heart Bright Campa

[Intro: Metro Boomin & Bright Campa]

(Metro)

Metro in this bitch goin' brazy

[Chorus: Bright Campa]

Strike like a match, knock him out his hat

Knife to a gun fight, this ain't none of that

Had to cut her off, she got too attached

I ain't wastin' time that I'm never gettin' back

Takin' less L's, makin' more M's

Put her Skims on, now she actin' like she Kim

Take it to the paint, take it to the rim

You look good on camera, baby, let's go make a film

[Verse 1]

Big diamonds, Big Puns, VS1's

Long guns, home runs, I'm the don

I can hang in the trenches with no one

Plenty switches with extensions, it's no fun

Givin' out spankings

Ridin' with lil'— 'cause he shoot without thinkin'

Baptize a nigga, send him home in a blanket

Upgrade a bitch and put some diamonds in her anklet

Better not get no throw up on my seat, I know you drinkin'

You ain't fuck no rapper, you a dinosaur, you ancient

I like fried rice, you better cook like you an Asian

Wrote a lot of verses, but I never wrote no statement

I been in them rooms, I never did no contemplatin'

This bitch wanna argue, I ain't doin' no debatin'

Seen her with her nigga, waved my hand, I'm like, "Hey, friend,"

Lookin' at the Shade Room, that shit be entertainin'

Tryna turn an opp into a motherfuckin' painting

Wells Fargo where I'm banking, nigga

Heard your album sales tankin', nigga

My bros down the road shank you, nigga