Heartless (feat. Mustard) Song Lyrics

Mustard on the beat, ho
My youngin's heartless so they ain't playin' no games
We really want 'em dead, he got hit up close range
He fucked up in the head, he wanna see some mo' brains
On that corner I can't stay up out that dope gang
My cousin got indicted dealing cocaine
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

We make it hot up on yo block, we let that heat blow
Catch a 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 nigga, tryna maximize them three o's
Before the bag, I was fucking all the freak ho's
Balling hard, young legend out the Chi' bitch, I'm like D. Rose
Cap, how you make it out this shit? I got the cheat code