Four songs in one night
I came to the function with that pole
Hell naw I ain't here for the fight
Yeah, Imma GD, but I know some bloods
Who banging right
You cannot take that back
What you said about lil bro when I see you was on site
I'm back on the mic, let's get into it lil bitch
You steady keep runnin' and shit, thought you had a pole
We screamin' let's go, you're not my kind, no you not my woe
You steady doin' all that lil' dissing
So we at your house like you on the floor
Right out of the play, we hit to the citgo
Cause I need a gar
We caught that nigga fumbling so bad
We shot that nigga, no James Harden
My name not Kevin, no this shit is not a game
I ain't got no heart, let's play this game
Called hide & seek, but when I see you I tap your feet
I know I can make a far with this rapping shit
I know it aint gon' take no week
Riding with a ghost, Tryna up a score
Screamin' f*ck the opps, nigga let's do it
We spinnin' the Benz, we spinnin' and spinnin' again
We left that lil nigga so clueless
Don't think over do it, just put your mind to it
Just speak on the mic, tell me what you gon do
These niggas keep dissin' on that net
Tell me what you gon' do, like how you gon' what
You think I'ma cuff you, think I'ma f*ck you for some lust & trust nigga I ain't no dummy
I come from the Mac, yeah, known as the Bricks
I hop out, walk down, let me show you a trick
When she came to the spot, I gave her the boot
This bitch thought I was sponsored by Rick
When they caught that last boy, I was somewhere chilling
I was on the bed, sitting tryna think
A couple years ago, I was somewhere dusty
Now I'm dripping, just like a sink
That last hoe, she was taking perks
Bitch really thought I was gon' give her a ring
When I walk on mink, I'm 9-7-4
I'm bang that gang
4-7-9, still f*ck the 9
I let the Glock with the switch, it gon' bang
You don't need no vest, f*ck a umbrella
We on they block, we letting it rain
You think I'm finna trust you, hell nah, I don't trust shit
I wouldn't even trust you if popped a vain
Mmm, 9-7-4, bitch, we so insane
YPC Polo - No Heart Lyrics
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Four songs in one night
I came to the function with that pole
Hell naw I ain't here for the fight
Yeah, Imma GD, but I know some bloods
Who banging right
You cannot take that back
What you said about lil bro when I see you was on site
I'm back on the mic, let's get into it lil bitch
You steady keep runnin' and shit, thought you had a pole
We screamin' let's go, you're not my kind, no you not my woe
You steady doin' all that lil' dissing
So we at your house like you on the floor
Right out of the play, we hit to the citgo
Cause I need a gar
We caught that nigga fumbling so bad
We shot that nigga, no James Harden
My name not Kevin, no this shit is not a game
I ain't got no heart, let's play this game
Called hide & seek, but when I see you I tap your feet
I know I can make a far with this rapping shit
I know it aint gon' take no week
Riding with a ghost, Tryna up a score
Screamin' f*ck the opps, nigga let's do it
We spinnin' the Benz, we spinnin' and spinnin' again
We left that lil nigga so clueless
Don't think over do it, just put your mind to it
Just speak on the mic, tell me what you gon do
These niggas keep dissin' on that net
Tell me what you gon' do, like how you gon' what
You think I'ma cuff you, think I'ma f*ck you for some lust & trust nigga I ain't no dummy
I come from the Mac, yeah, known as the Bricks
I hop out, walk down, let me show you a trick
When she came to the spot, I gave her the boot
This bitch thought I was sponsored by Rick
When they caught that last boy, I was somewhere chilling
I was on the bed, sitting tryna think
A couple years ago, I was somewhere dusty
Now I'm dripping, just like a sink
That last hoe, she was taking perks
Bitch really thought I was gon' give her a ring
When I walk on mink, I'm 9-7-4
I'm bang that gang
4-7-9, still f*ck the 9
I let the Glock with the switch, it gon' bang
You don't need no vest, f*ck a umbrella
We on they block, we letting it rain
You think I'm finna trust you, hell nah, I don't trust shit
I wouldn't even trust you if popped a vain
Mmm, 9-7-4, bitch, we so insane
I came to the function with that pole
Hell naw I ain't here for the fight
Yeah, Imma GD, but I know some bloods
Who banging right
You cannot take that back
What you said about lil bro when I see you was on site
I'm back on the mic, let's get into it lil bitch
You steady keep runnin' and shit, thought you had a pole
We screamin' let's go, you're not my kind, no you not my woe
You steady doin' all that lil' dissing
So we at your house like you on the floor
Right out of the play, we hit to the citgo
Cause I need a gar
We caught that nigga fumbling so bad
We shot that nigga, no James Harden
My name not Kevin, no this shit is not a game
I ain't got no heart, let's play this game
Called hide & seek, but when I see you I tap your feet
I know I can make a far with this rapping shit
I know it aint gon' take no week
Riding with a ghost, Tryna up a score
Screamin' f*ck the opps, nigga let's do it
We spinnin' the Benz, we spinnin' and spinnin' again
We left that lil nigga so clueless
Don't think over do it, just put your mind to it
Just speak on the mic, tell me what you gon do
These niggas keep dissin' on that net
Tell me what you gon' do, like how you gon' what
You think I'ma cuff you, think I'ma f*ck you for some lust & trust nigga I ain't no dummy
I come from the Mac, yeah, known as the Bricks
I hop out, walk down, let me show you a trick
When she came to the spot, I gave her the boot
This bitch thought I was sponsored by Rick
When they caught that last boy, I was somewhere chilling
I was on the bed, sitting tryna think
A couple years ago, I was somewhere dusty
Now I'm dripping, just like a sink
That last hoe, she was taking perks
Bitch really thought I was gon' give her a ring
When I walk on mink, I'm 9-7-4
I'm bang that gang
4-7-9, still f*ck the 9
I let the Glock with the switch, it gon' bang
You don't need no vest, f*ck a umbrella
We on they block, we letting it rain
You think I'm finna trust you, hell nah, I don't trust shit
I wouldn't even trust you if popped a vain
Mmm, 9-7-4, bitch, we so insane
Writer: TreVon Daniels
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