Broken Heart

[Intro]
Look at me now

[Verse]
Broken hearts, they killed my dawg, I'm ridin' with this micro-tool
And if they think I'm cappin', you can ask the crew how I'ma shoot
Walk down, draw down, do what I do, smoke that dead nigga, it was poo
And if it's really issue, I hope these youngins don't talk about it
And you know I keep a Houston rocket just like James Harden
If it's smoke, you know I'm tryna clear it, 'n I ain't gon' talk about it
Drop my youngins in the cutta-cutta, he gon' drop about it
And if I get cased up, I swear to God I ain't gon' talk about it
Loyalty, ain't gotta do it big, his heart dropped
My bro' cook that dope in the Crockpot
And if the block hot, we servin' out my granny's spot
And they been fuckin' with my meds, I need that Perc' to keep me steady
And he talkin' like he real reckless, you know that boy, he be cappin'
Get that Glock, you know we tryna knock that baby lights out
And you know I got them sticks on me, it's time to rock out
To all my opps, I see y'all really, y'all boys not really eatin'
And I get high, I shed some tears, I can't believe Nook deceased
I got on man time quick, they can't spank me
I got hunnid round choppas where the trap be
I wipe his nose, boy I'm slimy like them boogers be
He runnin', duckin' fast as hell, that boy an athlete
You say we beefin' ho, but you know I ain't playin' no hide and seek
And if it's really smoke, you know we tryna link, 5.56s go straight through the seat
One shot, send his ass to Jesus, all black like I'm prowling, shit
I get me a blade in the pocket, bitch I'm gothic

[Outro]
(Welcome to 1st Class)
(Ouu, Rad)
(D-D-DREAM)