Tabs Prse (Ft. jaydes)

(You Have No Heart)

[verse 1: prse]

T-This bitch won't answer
I put you up in the sky like a banner
No I am really not into that banter
But play with me I'll get you— like a camera (Yeah)
Your bitch a scammer
Selling her body online a free-lancer
Pussy get popped like a mafuckin' Fanta–
(Yeah, uh) Big Glock .45
Pots whipping that stove
Said he got too many hoes lies
This bitch already knows I-
Half a zip and i'ma go
Big ass stick finna' make him fold, yeah

Bitch I'm god
Ex bitch wanna' be me on god
I told her no and made that bitch walk
After I hit she couldn't even walk, yeah
I spend me a bag
I'm gonna' blow it in Sak's
Or I'm gonna' blow out her back
If she bad I might pay for hеr tab
Why you tripping is you off a tab?
Put you on a shirt now everyone sad, yеah
Six feet in the dirt
I might be young but I put in the work
I got the green make that bitch twerk
Pour up the lean, pints that we serve
She wanna' fuck I told her sure
But that bitch was a slut, so I curved